Chapter 018: Revenge

From the past to the present, although Wang Bo had encountered a series of major events, even secretly defusing the fuse of a third world war, he still did not consider himself a hero.

He was just an ordinary person, okay?

Although his strength was a bit greater, his magic a bit stronger, his speed a bit faster, and his tools a bit more numerous, he was still an ordinary person. So when Wang Bo learned that he might have to go head-to-head with the White Witch, he was reluctant.

This was a vicious witch who could freeze the world for a hundred years and was stronger than him, okay?

Just thinking about fighting such an enemy made Wang Bo's scalp tingle.

So instinctively, Wang Bo wanted to escape.

But he couldn't. The White Witch's goal was to conquer this world, and Wang Bo's job was to send her home.

The two were inherently in conflict.

Although Wang Bo habitually slacked off in every world he visited, that was based on the premise that the traveler didn't cause trouble. If the traveler stirred things up, Wang Bo couldn't sit idly by.

He liked to slack off, but he wouldn't stand by and watch the people of this world be enslaved by the White Witch.

So it was only natural that he would confront the White Witch.

And the White Witch quickly understood this. She wasn't stupid. When Wang Bo said he could send her home, she realized that Wang Bo was special.

In this world, no one knew her. But he knew her and could send her home.

This was enough to show that Wang Bo was special. He had the ability to send her home, but the problem was that the White Witch didn't want to return to Narnia. Because this new world was far more interesting than Narnia.

To avoid being sent back to Narnia by Wang Bo, the White Witch made a decision after a brief moment of shock.

Kill!

Only by killing him could she stay in this world and conquer it.

So the White Witch decisively struck to kill. She controlled her powerful magic, lightly waved her hand, and an invisible storm of ice swept out, freezing all scenery within a hundred meters into ice.

The earth, trees, grass, steel, and even the roads were all frozen.

In the blink of an eye, ice raged, snow flew in the air, as if the Arctic had descended, and everything ended.

Naturally, Wang Bo was also frozen into ice.

In this frozen world of a hundred meters, the only one who could walk freely was the White Witch.

Unaffected by the cold, she walked gracefully to Wang Bo, raised her right hand, extended her index finger, and lightly flicked his forehead.

Bang!

In an instant, Wang Bo's body cracked all over, shattering into pieces on the ground.

However, the White Witch showed no excitement; instead, her face darkened, because she saw clearly that among the fragments, there was neither blood nor organs.

There was only a pile of steel parts. What this meant was obvious.

On a road about dozens of meters away from the frozen world, Spider-Man, who had just escaped, hugged his arms, looked at the frozen world in the distance, and couldn't help but shiver.

Although he was still dozens of meters away, the piercing cold kept coming, pressing on every nerve of Spider-Man.

“My God, how can we possibly defeat such a terrifying monster?”

He said as he backed away, not out of fear, but because he was intimidated. With the power this woman displayed, she could kill him instantly. In this situation where the enemy was strong and he was weak, Spider-Man naturally wouldn't recklessly throw his life away.

For now, a strategic retreat was best, lest he end up like that guy, frozen into ice.

So without hesitation he turned and ran.

The White Witch looked up at Spider-Man but did not give chase. To her, Spider-Man was just a bug, one she could crush at any time. So even if he ran away, she didn't care.

What she cared about was this mysterious man—who exactly was he?

…

Meanwhile, when the mechanical soldier's body shattered, Wang Bo's consciousness instantly returned to his own body.

The moment his body opened its eyes, Wang Bo couldn't help but shiver.

It was as if the chill had followed him back.

But Wang Bo knew it was just an illusion; the cold couldn't travel through the internet to freeze him. It was simply that the chill was too terrifying.

So much so that Wang Bo still couldn't forget it.

Fortunately, the warmth from the Ripple Breathing Technique dispelled this chill in an instant.

Wang Bo casually took off his helmet, glanced around a few times, washed his face in the bathroom, then sat on the sofa to think.

This time, the trouble was serious.

The White Witch—who knew how she ended up in the Spider-Verse.

No, no, no. Multiverse collisions only create chaos; it's not strange for any character to appear in the Spider-Verse. Wang Bo encountering the White Witch this time was just his bad luck.

To be honest, if he could help it, Wang Bo really didn't want to go head-to-head with the White Witch.

If Wang Bo had already grown up and become a true Superman, beating the White Witch would be no problem—after all, Superman is ridiculously strong.

But the problem was, Wang Bo hadn't grown up yet.

Especially since the White Witch was a magic-side expert, the kind Superman was least equipped to handle.

"I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead." Wang Bo decided to contact his artifact to see if it had any ideas. "I've run into the White Witch; I might get killed. Save me."

[The White Witch?]

"The White Witch from the world of The Chronicles of Narnia," Wang Bo said.

[...]

"Don't just stay silent."

[Host, please accept my condolences?]

"What use is that to me? And it's not my relative who's going to be killed—it's me!"

[What can I do? I have no way either. Host, are you a lucky dog or an unlucky one, to encounter such a powerful transmigrator as the White Witch in this world?]

"So you have no solution?"

[Though I wish I could say yes, actually I don't. I've already given you the rewards from the three initial worlds; I can't provide you with any more help.]

"But my performance is good, right? Ranked third. If I die, won't you feel regret?"

[Regretful, yes, but I still can't help you. This time, you have to rely on yourself, host.]

"You useless thing!"

[Even if you say that, I can't do anything. I'm desperate too. The multiverse deity who created me set these rules; I can't go against His/Her rules.]

Wang Bo: ...

[Don't worry, host. I'll avenge you. If you die, I'll send an even luckier lucky dog to this world, and let that luckiest of the lucky avenge you.]