The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 532 Candidates

"Well, this is indeed an excellent choice."

Mephisto hid silently in the dark shadows, his hawk-like sharp eyes fixed on David.

In this refugee community shrouded in despair and pain, the negative emotions David exuded were stronger than one could imagine, like a surging, never-ending black tide that was almost about to materialize.

Not only did he lose all his loved ones in the brutal war and was forced to leave his homeland and wander around in the shadow of war, but he also suffered inhuman treatment in this so-called refugee area and lived as hard as an ant.

The hatred and despair hidden deep in David's heart is simply the purest and most intense hatred required to summon the Black Death Sword.

But he did not act rashly, nor did he try to interfere presumptuously.

The process of summoning a powerful artifact like the Black Death Sword cannot tolerate any human impurities.

Any act of forced intervention is likely to destroy the pure hatred, causing the entire summoning operation to fall short and fail completely.

Therefore, he chose to lie dormant quietly and wait patiently, waiting for the right time to mature, so that the hatred in David's heart could naturally ferment and expand until it reached a level strong enough to trigger the Black Death Sword.

Besides, there is actually no need for Mephisto to deliberately intervene.

Just as the saying goes, "Hell is empty, but the devil is on earth," the refugees' miserable days have just begun, and the real suffering is yet to come.

Every day, David and other refugees had to endure extremely heavy physical labor. They were like slaves being ruthlessly enslaved.

They struggled to move their tired bodies through the ruins left by the war, cleaning up the debris of the war.

Long-term high-intensity labor gradually overdraws their bodies and makes them exhausted.

For them, lack of food and clothing has become the norm of life.

The tattered clothes on their bodies could not protect them from the biting cold of the night, and the meager food they had was just a drop in the bucket for their hungry stomachs and was far from enough to fill them.

It wasn't long before a terrible wave of injuries broke out in the refugee camp.

A fierce flu swept through the entire refugee area.

Under the raging disease, more than half of the refugees fell down and were tortured by the illness.

David also could not escape the disaster. He curled up on the cold and hard ground, his body burning as if on fire, and his consciousness became blurred.

In a state half asleep and half awake, he was still murmuring the names of his family members, his voice weak but full of endless longing.

However, what is even more chilling is that there are medicines that can cure them.

In fact, those life-saving drugs are firmly in the hands of a group of extremely greedy businessmen.

In order to make huge profits, these profit-seeking capitalists do not hesitate to harm their compatriots without any mercy.

They arbitrarily raised drug prices, leaving refugees who urgently needed life-saving medicines to sigh in despair and unable to afford them at all.

David struggled hard under the torture of illness and the shadow of despair.

The fire of hatred in my heart burned more and more fiercely, like a raging fire that could not be extinguished.

He hated this cruel and ruthless war, hated those who started the war and plunged countless people into the abyss of pain, and even more hated this cold and indifferent world full of injustice.

Mephisto, still hiding in the dark corner, silently observed everything David was going through. "Get lost! Poor bastard, stop being an eyesore here. You still want to buy medicine? Dream on!"

The businessman with a face full of flesh had a look of contempt and impatience in his eyes. He stared at David with disgust as if he was looking at a pile of garbage, then he stretched out his hand viciously and pushed David out.

David was already weak at this time, and the sudden strong push caused him to lose his balance and fall heavily to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

A cloud of dust rose from the ground and went straight into his mouth and nose, choking him and causing him to cough violently.

His knees and palms came into close contact with the rough ground, and their skin was instantly scraped. Bright red blood oozed out, looking particularly glaring against the backdrop of the dust.

"Why do you treat me like this? We are all compatriots!"

David raised his head, his eyes full of pain and confusion, but there was still a hint of hope for the businessman, hoping that he would remember the feelings of his compatriots.

His voice trembled, carrying endless grievances and pleadings, and echoed in this empty place.

"So what? Everyone here is a compatriot. Do I have to provide free medicine to everyone? I'm not a philanthropist!"

The businessman folded his hands over his chest, a disdainful sneer on his face, and his tone was cold and arrogant.

These refugees are nothing but a group of lambs to be slaughtered, tools for him to make huge profits, and they do not deserve any sympathy or mercy from him at all.

"It's just a common cold medicine, why is it priced at 50 riyals? This is sheer robbery!"

David's voice was filled with anger and resentment.

Cold medicine that was easily available in every pharmacy a few months ago.

But now, after the war, Israel is extremely short of supplies, almost everything has to be imported, and the currency has depreciated severely.

Coupled with the monopoly of these greedy capitalists, the price of medicines has skyrocketed, changing every day. Now it has become astronomically high, making it impossible for these refugees to afford it.

"It shouldn't be like this... This isn't fair..."

David muttered to himself, curled up on the ground, looking up at the sky with empty eyes.

The faith that once gave him strength and hope was now like a candle in the wind, swaying and seemingly ready to go out at any moment.

His heart was filled with despair towards this world.

“Is it really because of the shortage of medicine?”

David thought to himself, he knew very well that this was just an excuse these capitalists made to cover up their greed.

They deliberately hoarded goods and raised prices in order to squeeze every last bit of value out of these refugees and satisfy their insatiable greed.

Just then, several refugees saw David being bullied and gathered around him.

Some of them were filled with righteous indignation and accused the merchants of being ruthless and heartless, their voices filled with anger and dissatisfaction;

Some shook their heads and sighed helplessly, their faces filled with helplessness and sadness about reality.

When the businessman saw this scene, he not only did not feel the slightest bit of guilt, but became even more arrogant, cursing at the refugees. Those harsh words were like sharp blades, piercing everyone's heart.

(End of this chapter)