The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 250 Black Market
The entire void seemed to be shrouded in a thick, dark haze, like a forgotten dark corner.

There is hardly a trace of bright color here. Only a few lights flicker with difficulty in the endless darkness, as weak and flickering as a candle in the wind.

The ground was muddy, formed by the accumulation of dirt and sewage over countless years.

With every step I took, I could feel the sticky texture beneath my feet, as if it were a swamp.

The stench that emanated was strong, pungent, and nauseating.

Weiss frowned slightly, a hint of disgust in his eyes, and he quickly took out the filter from his body and put it on.

The unbearable stench around him was completely blocked out, allowing him to continue moving forward in this harsh environment.

Everyone here is a vicious desperado, with ferocity and determination revealed in their eyes, like a group of hungry wolves, ready to pounce on any target that can become their prey.

They looked at Weiss unscrupulously with hostile eyes. There was no warmth in their eyes, only cold calculation and greed.

In this chaotic and cruel place, people themselves can indeed become commodities, to be bought, sold, traded or exploited at will.

They don't take other people's lives seriously and only care about their own interests and desires.

As Weiss walked on the street, he could clearly feel that several groups of people were staring at him with bad intentions.

They silently memorized his appearance and waited for the moment when he left the void, then they would launch a surprise attack, rob him of any wealth he might have or sell him to those who needed slaves.

"Heh~" Weiss raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a hint of sneer.

He knew very well what these people were planning and decided to take the initiative.

Weiss walked over to one of the groups.

Among them was a red-skinned guy with a single horn on his head. When he saw Weiss coming over, he smiled provocatively and whistled at him: "What are you doing? You want to lick my..."

A string of obscenities gushed out of his mouth, and the words were extremely vulgar.

Weiss raised her eyes, her gaze meeting his like a sharp sword.

In an instant, the red-skinned guy stood there in a daze, not moving.

His companions noticed something was wrong and became nervous. They quickly drew their weapons and pointed them at Weiss, shouting, "Asshole, what did you do?"

Weiss acted as if he didn't hear them and ignored them.

A moment later, Weiss finished reading Xiaohong's memory and turned away without hesitation.

"Hey!" Xiaohong's companions were unwilling to let Wes leave like this, and they wanted to stop Wes.

However, just as they were about to act, one of them suddenly felt a sharp pain in his waist.

He lowered his head and was horrified to find that the dagger in Xiaohong's hand had pierced his waist.

"Why?" He widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

Xiaohong said nothing, but drew out the dagger expressionlessly and began to attack other companions frantically.

The sound of fierce fighting rang out in the corner of the void, but it did not stop Weiss.

It was as if everything behind him had nothing to do with him.

From Xiaohong's memory, he knew the location of a black market where he might find what he needed.

A team of fully armed patrols stood at the entrance of the black market.

They were all dressed in heavy armor, holding advanced weapons in their hands, and their eyes revealed vigilance.

Weiss arrived at the entrance of the black market and paid the entrance fee. He was somewhat shocked by the scene before him.

This is called a black market, but its area is as large as a city.

Countless stalls and shops are scattered across this vast area, with people coming and going and the noise rising and falling.

Plunderers and interstellar pirates from almost the entire galaxy gather here, using it as their main place to sell stolen goods.

These people come from different planets and races. They bring treasures plundered from all corners of the universe, and with greed and cunning in their hearts, they are looking for buyers here or exchanging them for the items they need.

They do have many amazing things in their hands, from antiques of lost civilizations to advanced technological equipment, from rare gems to biological specimens.

However, it is not easy to find something truly valuable from these cunning and greedy guys.

They are good at disguise and deception, and every transaction is full of traps and risks.

To put it bluntly, the black market is no different in form from an ordinary market.

There are also bustling crowds, a wide range of goods and constant hawking sounds.

But the things sold here are strictly prohibited by law.

Items that are considered dangerous, illegal or taboo are openly displayed and traded here.

Energy guns, spaceships, planet coordinates, slaves of various appearances and races, etc., these things that are considered untouchable in normal society have become commodities for trading here.

Weiss strolled slowly through the black market for several hours, his eyes moving between stalls and shops, but his heart remained calm.

He found nothing that interested him, although the items on sale were indeed eye-opening.

As small as a delicate energy gun, powerful enough to penetrate heavy armor; a dilapidated but still capable of flying spaceship; as large as the coordinates of a planet.

There were also slaves of various races with strange appearances. They were locked in cages, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

However, none of the items in front of him could arouse Weiss's interest at all.

Just as Weiss was about to turn and leave, a pleasant voice sounded in his ears.

“The customer is not satisfied with the food here?”

Weiss looked over when he heard the voice and saw a blue-skinned woman standing in front of him.

She had a long, thin tail trailing behind her.

From the perspective of human aesthetics, she is undoubtedly a rare beauty. Her face is delicate and soft, and her blue skin seems to be the color of the deep ocean, exuding a unique charm.

She was wearing the same armor as the guards, but this armor was more form-fitting and was obviously a more advanced version.

The armor tightly wrapped around her body, highlighting her graceful figure while also revealing a strong sense of power.

"The person in charge of the black market?" Weiss guessed, narrowing his eyes slightly.

The woman smiled slightly, revealing a row of white teeth.

"It's just one of them. You can call me Anya."

After Anya finished speaking, she turned around gracefully, her long hair fluttering gently as she turned around.

"These are just ordinary stuff. If you want good stuff, follow me."

Weiss's heart moved. He hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to follow Anya.

(End of this chapter)