The Witcher: Ascending Beyond Marvel

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Wes was bewildered.

"What exactly is this contract? Why did the new generation of Ghost Riders appear at this time?"

He was puzzled and murmured to himself, unable to make sense of the situation.

Fortunately, the other person seemed to be a friend, and Wes felt a sense of relief.

At that moment, the Water Demon was trembling, barely managing to stand. If not for the witch's presence, he would have fled already.

"You're scared," Wes observed keenly. His voice was calm but firm. "You don't even have the ability to resist the effect of the Penance Stare like your master. If you choose to leave now, I won't stop you."

The Water Demon hesitated, doubt flickering in his eyes. "Why should I trust you?"

"I'm not a Ghost Rider. I have no interest in your sinful soul," Wes replied, his expression unreadable. He gestured toward the Demon, currently suppressed by two evil knights. "If you don't leave now, it'll be too late."

A trace of conflict flickered in the Water Demon's eyes, but pragmatism won over. He weighed the risks swiftly.

[Hell is vast and boundless. If I hide well enough, no one will find me...]

[The Earth Demon and Wind Demon are dead. I followed the wizard and the devil to rise in ranks, but this situation is too risky...]

Without further hesitation, he transformed into a stream of water and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Wes let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

The battle had drained him. His physical strength was nearly depleted.

[I need to reach the fourth level as soon as possible. The world is getting more dangerous by the day.]

There were countless precious opportunities in the Marvel and Harry Potter worlds. But obtaining them required power—real power.

The strength of a third-level wizard simply wasn't enough.

The Demon, seeing the Water Demon flee, roared in fury. "Traitor!!"

"@#￥#￥ ￥ ... &*"

A string of dark, malevolent incantations spewed from his mouth in an ancient, wicked tongue.

Wes didn't hesitate. He immediately cast a spell to seal his hearing.

He knew that the language of demons held terrifying power—capable of corrupting souls and casting curses. He had no intention of falling victim to it.

Despite the combined efforts of the two Ghost Riders, the devil's immortal body gave him the upper hand.

"Pathetic lapdogs," the demon sneered. His laughter was wild, almost delirious. "You think you can harm your master?"

The Riders were beginning to falter. Wes knew he couldn't afford to wait for his magic to fully recover.

"Golden Flame!"

"Tarantallegra!"

"Oppugno!"

Three spells fired in rapid succession, striking the witch. Though they lacked the overwhelming force he had hoped for, they were enough to slow him down.

The witch's eyes burned with rage. "Wizard!" he spat, hatred dripping from his voice. He lunged at Wes.

The Ghost Riders tried to stop him, but Mephisto's son had reached a new level of fury.

Wes acted fast. With a wave of his wand, he transfigured a nearby boulder into a massive beast—a towering creature of stone, its eyes glowing with raw magic.

He commanded it forward.

With another flick of his wand, the massive beast hurled itself at the witch, slamming into him with the force of a collapsing mountain.

The Demon stumbled.

Carter's whip cracked through the air, wrapping around the witch's arm. Johnny's hellfire chain followed, binding his other hand. Together, they pulled—desperate to hold him in place.

Wes seized the opportunity. He directed the beast once more, forcing it down onto the witch.

For a moment, silence.

Then—

A deafening roar.

Black hellfire erupted from the his body, consuming everything around him. The stone creature crumbled to ash. Carter's whip and Johnny's chain melted away.

He emerged from the fire, his body engulfed in a pale black flame. His eyes—pure, soulless voids—locked onto Wes.

"You're dead, wizard."

Wes tried again. More spells. More counters. But they barely affected him.

"Not even in his weakened state?"

A grim realization settled in. Wes clenched his wand tighter. I'm not strong enough.

The Demon advanced. Five meters away.

Then—

A sudden, blinding light burst from Wes's chest.

A feather quill floated into the air, radiating golden light. The warmth spread outward in waves, igniting a golden fire that surged toward the witch.

"What is this?!"

The Demon recoiled, horror twisting his face.

Golden flames engulfed him. He howled, writhing, the sacred fire eating away at his infernal essence.

Then, a voice.

Ancient. Powerful.

A figure formed from the golden light.

The Supreme Sorcerer.

"Gu Yi…" the Demon rasped, eyes wide with disbelief. "Impossible!"

Gu Yi's presence—though only a projection—was undeniable.

Mephisto's son did not hesitate. He turned and fled, disappearing into the void.

Gu Yi's gaze fell upon Wes.

"This is only my projection," she said, her voice calm. "Wes, since you have secured the contract, there is no need for further battle. Take it to San Venganza."

Wes stiffened. "That wasn't the deal."

Gu Yi sighed. "You have great potential, but you have one flaw, Wes."

His eyes narrowed. "And what's that?"

"You're too cautious," she said bluntly. "Too timid."

Wes said nothing, but his expression darkened.

"You always think of retreat first. You only act when everything is in place. Magic does not work like that, Wes. There will be times when you must take risks, even without certainty."

Wes frowned, staring at the ground.

Was she wrong?

No.

He had gained everything so far by taking risks. His first real success in the 'Maze Feast' had nearly killed him. His first alchemy experiment had nearly exploded in his face.

He had once been willing to risk it all.

And now?

He had become cautious. Too cautious.

"Magic is the tempering of both soul and spirit," Gu Yi continued. "If you continue playing it safe, you will never reach the heights you are capable of."

Wes sighed. "I'll tell you one thing—if my life is in danger, I'm not sticking around. No mission is worth dying for."

Gu Yi smiled slightly.

"The demons are watching," she warned. "Do not let Mephisto get the contract before I return."

With that, her projection dissolved into golden dust.

The quill fell into Wes's hand.

A trick? Perhaps. But it didn't matter.

He had already made up his mind.

He was going to San Venganza.