The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 2 Traveler

Without any greetings or pleasantries, the mysterious man skillfully took out five sets of potions, each set consisting of ten small bottles.

He gently placed the five groups of medicines on the counter one by one.

Under the dim lights in the store, these potion bottles shimmered with a strange blue light and had a rich bubbly feel.

The moment the rich man in the seat saw the potion, his eyes began to shine unconsciously and he couldn't help but exclaim.

"Vitality potion!"

Their voices were filled with surprise and excitement, and their eyes revealed an unconcealable desire.

The mysterious man slowly raised his head, smiling, and looked at the wealthy people sitting in the seats.

"It seems the customers are very satisfied with my merchandise. As usual, the starting price for the first set of vitality potions is 5 pounds."

The mysterious man's voice sounded somewhat cold and emotionless.

He paused and smiled wickedly: "Now, the bidding begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Stark raised his hand without hesitation.

"6 pounds!"

Stark is determined to obtain this set of potions.

Like a signal gun being fired, an elderly wealthy man quickly spoke up.

"8 pounds!"

His tone was firm, not giving Stark any face, and his face was full of determination to win.

"Shameless old thing, you're trying to steal the vitality potion at such an old age."

Stark cursed under his breath, a flash of annoyance in his eyes, and then began to raise the price.

Pepper asked curiously, "Vitality potion? What is that?"

She looked full of doubts, obviously very curious about the potion that suddenly caused everyone's craze.

"A magical potion. Drinking one bottle can make you feel full of energy for a week."

Stark explained simply.

He then added: "One bottle can take you back to high school, with no side effects."

Pepper looked incredulous, as if she thought it was a trick.

Stark shrugged. "I wasn't fooled. I experienced it myself. Besides, how could so many smart people be fooled at the same time?"

Pepper's eyes swept over the bigwigs in the business and political circles. At this moment, they were all staring at the potion with fanatical eyes, as if it was the most precious treasure in the world.

Finally, the old rich man bought the set of potions for 15 pounds.

"Why didn't you continue to attack?" Pepper asked with a puzzled look on her face. "That's not your character."

She stared at Stark, trying to find the answer in his expression.

"This is just one of the sets," Stark explained slowly, "and each person is limited to purchasing one potion from each set."

His tone was relaxed, as if everything was under his control.

Pepper suddenly realized something, and a glimmer of understanding flashed in her eyes.

Sure enough, the mysterious man took out another set of identical potions.

Everyone immediately fell into a fierce scramble again.

Another scramble.

After five rounds, the mysterious man took out a new potion.

"Beauty potion, this potion can make a person's appearance beautiful."

The mysterious man explained lightly.

His voice remained calm, as if he was unfazed by the crowd's enthusiastic reactions.

An overweight, extravagantly dressed wealthy woman couldn't wait to stand up and shouted, "20 pounds!"

Take the first set of potions with absolute advantage.

After several rounds of bidding, everyone was sweating, their foreheads were covered with sweat, and some people even licked their lips from time to time to relieve their inner tension and excitement.

"It seems everyone is tired, let's take a break."

As the mysterious man spoke, a wooden stick suddenly appeared in his hand and he swung it gently.

High-heeled glasses filled with red wine appeared instantly, floating in the air in an orderly manner, moving slowly, and finally landing precisely on the side table next to everyone's right hand.

"No matter how many times I see it, it's still so magical!" someone couldn't help but exclaim.

Tony Stark took the glass and handed it to Pepper, who looked shocked, with a smile.

"What is this? Some kind of magic?"

Pepper opened her eyes wide, looking at everything in front of her in disbelief.

"It's magic." Tony Stark took a sip of the red wine in the glass and said leisurely.

“This is a great red wine, a type not found on the market. It would be a shame not to try it.”

Tony Stark narrowed his eyes slightly, with an intoxicated smile on his lips.

After taking a sip, Pepper also seemed a little intoxicated.

As Tony Stark's assistant, she often accompanies him to various high-end wine parties and has a unique and keen appreciation ability in red wine tasting.

This wine has an unparalleled wonderful taste and a long aftertaste.

She said excitedly, "It's indeed a unique flavor. The rich aroma is like the fragrance of flowers, lingering in the nose for a long time, and the aftertaste is even longer, like a beautiful piece of music slowly playing on the tip of the tongue."

"Well, I was right, wasn't I?" Tony Stark raised his eyebrows, a hint of pride on his face. "Which winery is this from?"

Pepper asked curiously, her eyes still fixed on the jewel-like red liquid in the glass.

Tony Stark shrugged and said helplessly, "I can't find it. It's probably the boss's private collection."

Pepper continued to savor the food, and for a moment she seemed to forget everything around her, and indulged in this wonderful taste experience.

After a short break, the mysterious man signaled for the auction to continue.

As time went on, the atmosphere became increasingly tense as there were not many potions left.

The enthusiasm of the bidders increased, and the biddings rose one after another.

If it weren't for the restrictions, Tony Stark would have wanted to take every set of potions into his pocket.

Under the reluctant gaze of the crowd, the mysterious man announced the end of the auction.

Everyone dispersed, the hall gradually became empty, and the door slowly closed.

The mysterious man took off his mask, revealing a young, handsome face with clear contours.

His facial features were as delicate as sculptures, and his expression exuded confidence and wisdom.

He waved his arm lightly, and the row of suitcases in front of him opened automatically. Inside were shining golden and full of gold bars.

He nodded with satisfaction, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"There won't be a shortage of funds in the short term," he said to himself.

"Jandi," he called softly.

"Bang!" A slight explosion sounded.

A small, strange-looking creature appeared.

His wrinkled, short stature and elf-like appearance look very strange together.

It has a pair of bat-like ears, green eyes the size of tennis balls that look bulgy, and a long, flat nose.

As soon as Jandi appeared, he bowed deeply and said respectfully, "Please command me, my master."

"Put these gold bars away." the mysterious man ordered.

"I will obey your orders, Master."

Jandi snapped his fingers, and the suitcase instantly floated in the air. Then Jandi bowed again and left, and the suitcase followed obediently and floated behind it.

Wes Irwin sat quietly in a chair and poured himself a glass of water.

"It's not easy to get to this point." Wes Irwin muttered to himself.

Wes Elvin is a time traveler. Originally on the Blue Planet, he was just an ordinary worker, living an ordinary and busy life.

After waking up from a sleep, he unexpectedly turned into an orphan who was only ten years old.

At the beginning, he was very panicked and at a loss. It was difficult for him to accept the change from an adult to a child.

He didn't know what kind of world he was in, and the people here were different from the world he was in.

A visiting event was held at the orphanage one time, and the director took the orphans to visit the Captain America Memorial Museum.

The shrunken Wes Elvin finally woke up from his dream and realized that he was in the Marvel world.

This high-risk world full of dangers and unknowns is too unfriendly for ordinary people.

Not to mention the purple potato spirit who can wipe out half of all life in the universe with a snap of his fingers, the ubiquitous violent crime in this world is enough to make people terrified.

Even if he encountered a small robber, Wes Irwin felt that he had no room to resist.

After all, he is now in the United States and has become a helpless foreigner.

"Gunfight every day, free America"

This is by no means a simple joke.

Wes Irving once felt desperate and was even ready to give up. He even thought about committing suicide to see if he could travel through time again, but in the end he did not have the courage to take action.

The turning point came on his 11th birthday.

In an orphanage, don't even expect to have a proper birthday.

Wes Irwin was sleeping soundly that day when he was suddenly awakened by the roar of a train.

Wes Irwin wanted to lose his temper, but when he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find himself sitting in a steam train.

The train was full of children, all chattering away.

While he was still confused, a transparent screen appeared in front of him.

Host: Wes Erwin
Universe: Marvel; Harry Potter
Profession:??

Level: 0
A panel that couldn't be simpler appeared before his eyes.

Wes Irving was stunned at first, then overjoyed.

"System? Panel? Goldfinger?"

He kept trying it out excitedly.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the panel did not respond.