The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 163: Man-Eating Building
"What's going on? There's no movement?"

The bounty hunters and killers surrounding the building looked at each other, their hearts full of confusion.

They stared closely at the seemingly ordinary yet mysterious building, trying to get a clue from its silent appearance.

More people showed deep fear, as they realized that things were far from as easy as they had imagined.

More than 100 people entered the building aggressively, but not even a splash of water was created.

The building was like a huge black hole, silently swallowing up everyone who entered.

There will always be brave men when there is a big reward. There is never a shortage of desperate people in the underworld who would rather live than pay.

Soon, someone gathered more than 100 people and bravely rushed into the building again, but the result was the same as before, silence and no movement was heard.

Seeing this scene, fear gradually spread in the hearts of some people. They gave up and quietly withdrew from this dangerous place.

Although it's true that everyone is a desperate criminal, no one wants to die in vain.

In the end, there were only a few dozen people left in the originally bustling crowd.

These people are not ordinary people, and they all have some special abilities to a greater or lesser extent.

Very confident in one's own abilities.

At this time, a burly, bald man appeared in everyone's sight.

He was wearing an expensive suit, the straight fabric and exquisite tailoring showed his identity and status, and he was surrounded by a group of younger brothers.

He is the underground emperor of New York - Kingpin.

Of course, he didn't come for the bounty. He ran a huge business empire, and wealth was no longer his goal.

With such a "grand event" happening in the New York underworld, of course he had to show up to demonstrate his status and influence.

"Hu~~" Jin Bing exhaled a cloud of smoke, and the white smoke slowly drifted in the air, just like the unpredictable thoughts in his mind.

"Still haven't found out who posted the reward?"

His voice was deep and powerful, with an unquestionable majesty.

"No." He was answered by a man with a bullseye tattooed on his forehead.

He is a killer under Kingpin, nicknamed Bullseye.

His eyes were cold and sharp, like a blade ready to be unsheathed at any time.

Jin Bing narrowed his eyes.

[In New York, there are only a few organizations that I can't find any information about. I can't investigate further.]

He pondered secretly in his heart, knowing that there might be a lot of water behind this bounty.

Looking at the eager Bullseye, Kingpin advised: "Give up, the target is not an ordinary person."

"How do you know if you don't try?" Bullseye's tone was full of confidence and stubbornness.

He is a top killer and has absolute confidence in his own strength.

After saying that, he walked into the building without hesitation.

The others watched Bullseye walk into the building and gradually became agitated.

Those who had strong confidence in their own abilities had their competitiveness and greed ignited instantly, and they followed in without hesitation.

However, as soon as they stepped into the building, their heads felt as if they were hit hard by a sledgehammer, and intense pain instantly hit them.

They suffered a mental attack, and the invisible force hit their brains like a tide.

Those who couldn't hold on soon lost consciousness, fell to the ground, and became one of the many corpses.

The remaining people looked at each other in horror, and they soon realized that they were under a mental attack.

In their opinion, mental attacks are one of the most difficult superpowers to deal with.

This attack came without any warning, making it impossible to guard against it and difficult to mount an effective defense. Despair welled up in their hearts, but their instinct for survival kept them calm.

"Charge forward and fight him in close combat!" someone shouted.

They believe that only by fighting in close combat can they avoid further mental attacks.

A group of people gritted their teeth and rushed to the second floor. However, when they reached the second floor, they saw a shocking scene.

Bullseye fell to his knees, struggling to move forward.

His face was full of pain and sweat kept dripping.

“???” Everyone was filled with doubts.

They soon felt as if something heavy was pressing down on them, so heavy that they couldn't lift their backs.

His legs were shaking and he couldn't support his body at all.

"There's something wrong with the gravity here." Someone said with difficulty.

Their hearts were filled with fear, not knowing who their target was and how he could possess such terrifying abilities.

"Go back, go back to the first floor." someone shouted in panic.

However, it was too late, as gravity began to double.

Everyone was pinned to the ground and unable to move.

Their breathing became increasingly difficult, and every muscle and every bone groaned in pain.

They struggled desperately, but to no avail.

In the end, they lost their lives in despair.

"The quality of these people is not good enough. They can't even get through the second level."

Weiss sat on the fifth floor, his expression showing obvious disappointment and boredom.

He lowered his head to glance at the book in his hand, and seemed to have lost interest in reading any further, so he gently closed the book.

Weiss stood up slowly, his movements neither hurried nor slow.

As he walked down from the fifth floor, Weiss couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

The traps and tests he carefully set up on the fourth and third floors now seemed to be completely in vain. He didn't expect these people to be so vulnerable.

When I walked to the second floor, I saw a pile of shapeless corpses.

From those twisted postures, it is obvious that these people experienced extremely painful struggles before their death.

They may feel despair and helplessness in the last moments of their lives, but it is already too late.

Weiss's eyes lingered briefly on the corpses, without a trace of pity, only a sigh for their weakness.

When I came to the first floor, it was quiet.

The dead did not have any scars on their bodies. They died peacefully without experiencing too much pain.

Perhaps at the moment of death, they didn't even realize what was happening.

The moment Weiss walked out of the building, everyone's eyes were instantly focused on him as if attracted by a magnet.

He looked around, and whoever his eyes landed on swallowed nervously.

The tension was like being a prey targeted by a wild beast, full of fear and anxiety.

Even the underworld boss Kingpin was no exception. A barely perceptible hint of nervousness flashed across his usually calm face.

It is the instinct of living things to fear the existence that can take their lives at will.

And Weiss, at this moment, is undoubtedly the one that makes everyone feel afraid.

(End of this chapter)