American Comics: Multiverse of Madness

502. The Identity of the Traveler.

In the past, the Watcher always stayed outside of time and space, secretly watching the group of beings who operated within the multiverse.

But now, when it discovered that there were higher-dimensional existences above them, secretly observing them, even the Watcher couldn't help but feel a chill creeping up its back.

Seeing the Watcher's nervous expression, Alex raised his hand and gently patted its shoulder, offering a gesture of comfort.

"Actually, I've suspected this for a while, but I wasn't entirely sure. I thought, as beings from a higher dimension, you must have noticed them too."

Alex stared directly into the Watcher's eyes. At that moment, he wasn't just speaking to the Watcher before him but to the many other Watchers behind those eyes.

"Although the multiverses I've seen aren't as many as yours, I understand most of the anomalous ones. I've actually always wanted to ask—when you Watchers recount the events of great importance, who exactly are you talking to?"

Those who have read Marvel comics or watched the movies know that Watchers are truly extraordinary beings. Not only are they gods detached from reality, but they also act as 'portals' linking two dimensions.

In Alex's previous life, while reading comics, whenever a major event began, the Watchers were often present.

Some Watchers even communicated with the "audience," as if they were stage actors, narrating the events and answering the unspoken questions of the readers.

If it were the old Alex, he wouldn't have thought much of it, knowing that this was just a comic book, and that no matter how powerful the Watchers were, they were nothing more than pages of paper that couldn't affect him.

But now, as he had truly entered the multiverse and encountered both the Watchers and the pollution, he couldn't help but bring up this deeply buried question once again.

The real question: Could the Watchers perceive the three-dimensional world? If they could observe three-dimensional readers, why hadn't they noticed the birth of the pollution?

And if they didn't know about the existence of the readers, then, who were they talking to?

Hearing Alex's question, the Watcher shuddered slightly. It then seemed to wake up from a long dream and slowly raised its head to look at Alex.

"Can you repeat your question?" the Watcher asked.

"You, who exactly are you speaking to when you describe the events of great importance?" Alex furrowed his brows and asked the question again.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"In fact, I don't know."

"Don't know? How could that be?!"

Hearing the Watcher's response, Alex couldn't help but stand up, continuing.

"Your conversations should have a purpose. This can't be some form of self-talk; you were speaking to a specific group of people, there's no doubt about that."

"Are you sure, Time Bard?"

The Watcher stared at Alex, its expression weary.

"This is our job, our role is to spread the records. I don't know who's listening to our words. If someone is, it should be my fellow beings."

"No, no, it's more than that." Alex shook his head slightly.

"You know, nothing in this world escapes my gaze. I am the Watcher, the being who sees the operations of all things. Every speck of dust in the multiverse is under my observation."

The Watcher clenched its fist slightly, speaking every word with emphasis.

"Are you telling me that in a world I cannot see, there is a group of unknown existences observing our deeds and going through our records?"

"Unfortunately, yes, that is exactly what I mean," Alex sighed.

At this, the Watcher froze for a moment. Then its expression twisted in confusion. It had never even considered this possibility.

Now, hearing Alex's words, it could not believe this was the truth.

"Why do you say that?" the Watcher asked.

"Because I saw it!" Alex suddenly exclaimed.

The atmosphere instantly grew tense, and the only sound in the mysterious hall was the breathing of Alex and the Watcher.

The two silently stared at each other, their expressions filled with complexity.

The Watcher stared blankly at Alex, trying to read any hint of dishonesty in his face.

But it failed. Alex's expression was calm, and as he took deep breaths, his slightly excited emotions gradually settled down.

With a heavy sigh, Alex sat back down on his armchair and spoke softly.

"I saw it, okay."

At that moment, Alex finally revealed his greatest secret.

"Because, I am the one in the higher-dimensional world, listening to you all as you speak to yourselves about the great events."

"You…"

The Watcher's eyes widened, unable to comprehend how to respond to this situation.

The Watcher wanted to say something, but when it opened its mouth, it found that it couldn't speak. In the communication realm exclusive to the Watchers, countless Watchers fell silent.

Each Watcher, existing in this world for countless ages and possessing transcendent technological levels, was now processing this information in their minds.

Although they had existed for so long and their technology surpassed everything, the Watchers had to admit that, once again, they were gripped by a fear of the unknown.

Across from them, Alex had already anticipated the Watcher's reaction.

The Watcher's species had been born in this world so long ago that it was impossible to estimate when. They had witnessed the beginning and development of the entire Marvel Universe, so under such circumstances, they could never believe they were mere hamsters in a cage.

"You're just hamsters outside the cage, but you're still trapped in the warehouse."

Alex spoke softly, saying something the Watcher could not understand.

This had been Alex's speculation long ago during a conversation with Pietro and Kara. At the time, they had used The Flash as a metaphor.

In fact, Alex had wanted to reveal his origin to the Watchers long ago. This wasn't about him personally; in truth, Alex knew that to understand the full picture, he had to step forward himself.

Pietro and Kara were both part of this multiverse, and their knowledge and perception couldn't allow them to understand the significance of Alex's existence in this universe.

Even if they could understand, with their power, they couldn't change anything.

But the Watchers were different. The uniqueness of their species lay in the fact that they served as a connection between the second and third dimensions.

Whether they realized it or not, their recounting and recording of major events was essentially sending signals to higher-dimensional existences.

And they were among the few beings in Alex's understanding who had the ability to entangle with reality. To solve these troubles, he had to step forward and reveal his identity.

Only then could they take the matter seriously.

"Listen, I don't understand any of this either. I don't even know how I arrived in this world, and I've never told anyone about my origins, not even the ones I trust most."

Alex crossed his arms. After revealing his greatest secret, he felt much lighter, as if he had discarded a heavy burden from his heart.

"Then why are you telling us now?"

The Watcher asked curiously, now starting to recover a little from the shock.

"Because I hate riddles," Alex shrugged, then shook his head and continued.

"I know how serious the situation we are facing is. I don't want to hide my origins and end up leading us down the wrong path because of it.

Trust me, I've seen enough incompetent people who cause more harm than good, and I don't want to become one of them.

Our enemy hasn't shown its true form yet, so to solve all of this, we need to be honest with each other. Do you remember when we first met?"

Hearing this, the Watcher furrowed its brow, recalling their previous encounter and uncertainly said.

"At that time, you interrupted my narration."

"That's right. You told me that ordinary people can't perceive your existence, but because I have the Watcher's Eye, I could 'see' you."

"Yes."

Alex smiled bitterly and spoke softly.

"That was just your way of explaining things. In fact, I can see you, and it has nothing to do with my crow. The reason I can see you is simply because I can see you—that's all."

The Watcher's eye twitched slightly. It stared carefully at Alex, still not fully understanding what he was trying to express.

Perhaps seeing the confusion in the Watcher's mind, Alex picked up his tea cup, took a sip, and slowly explained.

"At first, I didn't fully understand the situation, or rather, I believed your explanation. But later, I used my Watcher's Eye. That crow could only see the development of the multiverse; it couldn't communicate with other Watchers.

You once said that you focused on me because I had magically altered the Watcher's Eye, which caused one of your monitoring devices to black out.

So, can I assume that this Eye has been disconnected from the Watcher species, and you can no longer use it to observe the world? Similarly, I can no longer use it to see you?"

At this point, Alex lowered his head, his eyelids drooping.

"So… I did an experiment."

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