The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 2 The Transmigrator

Without any pleasantries or formalities, the mysterious man swiftly produced five sets of potions, each set consisting of ten small vials.

He gently placed the five sets of medicine on the counter one by one.

Under the dim lighting in the store, these medicine bottles shimmered with an eerie blue light and had a rich, bubbly appearance.

The moment the wealthy man in the seat saw the medicine, his eyes involuntarily lit up, and he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Vitality Potion!"

Their voices were filled with surprise and excitement, and their eyes revealed an undisguised longing.

The mysterious man slowly raised his head, a smile on his face, and looked at the wealthy people in the seats.

"It seems the customers are very satisfied with my goods. As usual, the first set of Vitality Potions will start at £5."

The mysterious man's voice sounded somewhat cold and devoid of any emotion.

He paused, then gave a wicked smile: "Now, let the bidding begin!"

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

"6 pounds!"

Stark was determined to obtain this drug.

Like a signal flare being fired, an elderly tycoon quickly followed suit and spoke up.

"8 pounds!"

His tone was forceful, showing no respect for Stark, and his expression was full of determination.

"Shameless old man, trying to steal vitality potions at your age."

Stark cursed under his breath, a flash of annoyance in his eyes, before raising the price.

Pepper asked curiously, "Vitality potion? What's that?"

She looked puzzled, clearly very curious about the potion that had suddenly caused such a frenzy.

"A magical potion; drinking one bottle can keep you full of energy for a week."

Stark explained simply.

He then added, "Drinking one bottle can take you back to your high school days, and there are no side effects."

Pepper's incredulous expression suggested that she thought it was a hoax.

Stark shrugged. "I wasn't fooled. I experienced it firsthand. Besides, do you think so many shrewd people would be fooled at the same time?"

Pepper's gaze swept over the influential figures in the business and political worlds present, all of whom were staring at the potion with fervent eyes, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

Finally, the elderly tycoon won the bid for the medicine at 15 pounds.

"Why didn't you continue?" Pepper asked, looking puzzled. "That's not like you."

Her gaze was fixed on Stark, trying to find the answer in his expression.

"This is just one set," Stark explained calmly. "Each person is limited to one dose per set."

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

Pepper suddenly realized, a look of understanding flashing in her eyes.

Sure enough, the mysterious man produced another set of the same medicine.

The crowd immediately erupted into a fierce scramble.

Another round of scrambling ensued.

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 offered a brief explanation.

His voice remained calm, as if he didn't care about the crowd's enthusiastic reaction.

An overweight, extravagantly dressed wealthy woman stood up eagerly and shouted, "20 pounds!"

They secured the first batch of medicine with an overwhelming advantage.

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

"Looks like everyone's tired, let's take a break."

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

Wine glasses filled with red wine appeared instantly, floating orderly in the air, moving slowly, and finally landing precisely on the side table to the right of each person.

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

Tony Stark took the glass and smiled as he handed it to a shocked Pepper.

"What is this? Some kind of magic trick?"

Pepper stared wide-eyed at what she was seeing in disbelief.

"It's magic," Tony Stark said casually, taking a sip of his red wine.

"It's a fantastic red wine, a type that's not available on the market. It would be a shame not to try it."

Tony Stark narrowed his eyes slightly, a blissful smile playing on his lips.

Pepper took a small sip and seemed somewhat intoxicated.

As Tony Stark's assistant, she frequently accompanied him to various high-end wine parties and possessed a unique and keen appreciation for wine.

This wine boasts an unparalleled and exquisite taste with a long finish.

She said excitedly, "It really has a unique flavor. The rich aroma is like a fragrant flower, lingering in the nasal cavity for a long time, and the aftertaste is even more lingering, like a beautiful melody slowly playing on the tip of the tongue."

"See? I told you so." Tony Stark raised an eyebrow, a hint of smugness on his face.

"Which winery does this belong to?"

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

Tony Stark shrugged and said helplessly, "Can't find out. It's probably the boss's hoard."

Pepper continued to savor the flavors, seemingly forgetting everything around her and reveling in the wonderful taste experience.

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

As time went on, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, as the remaining potion was running low.

The bidders' enthusiasm grew even stronger, and bids rose and fell in waves.

If it weren't for the restrictions, Tony Stark would have loved to collect every single dose.

Amidst the reluctant gazes of the crowd, the mysterious figure announced the end of the auction.

The crowd dispersed, and the hall gradually became empty before the doors slowly closed.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

The mysterious man removed his mask, revealing a young, handsome face with well-defined features.

His features were exquisitely sculpted, and his expression exuded confidence and wisdom.

With a gentle wave of his arm, a row of briefcases in front of him opened automatically, revealing a dazzling array of gold bars inside.

He nodded in satisfaction, a slight smile playing on his lips.

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

"Jandi," he called softly.

A soft popping sound rang out.

A strangely shaped, short creature appeared.

Their wrinkled, short stature and elfin-like appearance together make for a rather strange combination.

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

As soon as Jandi appeared, he bowed deeply and said respectfully, "Please give your orders, my master."

"Put these gold bars away properly," the mysterious man commanded.

"As you command, master."

Jandy snapped her fingers, and the suitcase instantly floated in the air. Then Jandy bowed again to take her leave, and the suitcase obediently floated behind her.

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

"It hasn't been easy to get to this point," Wes Irwin muttered to himself.

Wes Irwin is a time traveler. Originally, he was just an ordinary worker on Earth, living a mundane but busy life.

After waking up, she unexpectedly found herself to be a ten-year-old orphan.

At first, he was very flustered and at a loss, as it was difficult for him to accept going from an adult to a child.

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

During a visit to the orphanage, the director led the orphans on a tour of the Captain America Memorial Museum.

Wes Irwin, now shrunken, suddenly realizes he's in the Marvel universe.

This dangerous and unknown world is far too unfriendly to ordinary people.

Leaving aside the purple sweet potato spirit who could wipe out half of all life in the universe with a snap of his fingers, the pervasive violent crimes in this world are already terrifying.

Even when faced with a petty robber, Wes Irwin felt he had no chance of fighting back.

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

"Gunfights every day, free America"

This is definitely not a simple joke.

Wes Irwin once felt desperate and even prepared to give up. He even considered suicide to see if he would time travel again, but in the end he didn't have the courage to do it.

The turning point came on his 11th birthday.

In an orphanage, you can forget about having a proper birthday.

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

Wes Elwen was about to get angry, but when he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find himself sitting in a steam train.

The train was full of children, who were chattering away.

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

Host: Wes Irwin

World: Marvel; Harry Potter

Profession:??

Level: 0

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

Wes Irwin was taken aback at first, then overjoyed.

"System? Panel? Cheat codes?"

He excitedly kept probing.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the panel did not react at all.

However, after the train came to a stop, he followed everyone off the train and immediately saw the magnificent castle in the distance, as well as the cheers of the people around him.

Wes Irwin knew instantly where he was.

Hogwarts, a magical school full of mystery and fantasy.

(End of this chapter)