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 any bright color to be seen here; only a few lights flicker weakly in the endless darkness, like candles in the wind, flickering and uncertain.

The ground was muddy, formed by filth and sewage accumulated over countless years.

With each step, you can feel the sticky texture under your feet, as if you were in a swamp.

The stench emanating from it was strong and pungent, making people want to vomit.

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

This completely shielded him from the unbearable stench, allowing him to continue through this harsh environment.

Every single person here is a ruthless and desperate outlaw, their eyes revealing ferocity and determination, like a pack of hungry wolves, ready to pounce on any potential prey.

They stared at Wes with hostile eyes, their gazes devoid of any warmth, filled only with cold calculation and greed.

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

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

As Weiss walked down the street, he could clearly sense that several groups of people were watching him with ill intent.

They silently memorized his appearance, waiting for the moment he left the void, when they would launch a surprise attack to seize any wealth he might possess or sell him to those who needed slaves.

"Heh~" Wes's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile.

He knew perfectly well what these people were up to, and decided to take the initiative.

Weiss walked toward one of the groups of people.

Among the group was a red-skinned guy with a single horn on his head. Seeing Wes approach, he gave a provocative smile and whistled at him: "What are you doing, trying to lick my boots..."

He spewed out a string of vulgar and obscene words.

Wes looked up and met his eyes with a gaze as sharp as a sword.

Instantly, the red-skinned guy froze there, motionless.

His companions sensed something was wrong and tensed up, quickly drawing their weapons and pointing them at Wes, yelling, "You bastard, what have you done?"

Wes, however, acted as if he hadn't heard them and completely ignored them.

A moment later, after reading Xiao Hong's memories, Wes turned and left without hesitation.

"Hey!" Little Red's companions were unwilling to let Wes leave just like that, and they wanted to stop Wes.

However, just as they were about to take action, one of them suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower back.

He looked down and was horrified to find that the dagger in Xiao Hong's hand had pierced his waist.

"Why??" He stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

Xiao Hong remained silent, expressionless as she drew her dagger and began to attack her companions frantically.

The sounds of fierce fighting echoed in a corner of the void, but this did not stop Wes's steps.

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

From Xiao Hong's memories, he learned about the location of a black market, where he might find what he needed.

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

They were all clad in heavy armor, gripped advanced weapons tightly, and their eyes revealed vigilance.

Wes arrived at the entrance of the black market and paid the entrance fee.

He walked into the black market and was somewhat shocked by what he saw.

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

Countless stalls and shops are scattered across this vast area, bustling with people and filled with noise.

Raiders and space pirates from almost the entire galaxy gather here, using it as their primary place to sell stolen goods.

These people come from different planets and races, carrying treasures plundered from all corners of the universe, harboring greed and cunning thoughts, searching for buyers or exchanging for the items they need.

They do indeed possess many amazing things, ranging from antiques from lost civilizations to advanced technological equipment, from rare gems to biological samples—they have it all.

However, finding anything of real value in the hands of these cunning and greedy fellows is by no means easy.

They are adept at disguise and deception; every transaction is fraught with traps and risks.

In essence, the black market is no different from a regular market in form.

It also features bustling crowds, a dazzling array of goods, and the constant hawking of vendors.

However, the items sold here are strictly prohibited by law.

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

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

Energy guns, spaceships, planetary coordinates, slaves of various alien races, and other things that are considered untouchable in normal society have become commodities for trade here.

Wes strolled leisurely through the black market for several hours, his gaze wandering between stalls and shops, yet his heart remained completely undisturbed.

He didn't find anything that interested him, although the things sold here were indeed eye-opening.

From a small, exquisite energy gun powerful enough to penetrate thick armor; to a dilapidated but still capable spaceship; to the coordinates of a planet.

There were also slaves of various strangely shaped races, locked in cages, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

However, none of the items before him could arouse the slightest interest in Wes.

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

"The guests are not satisfied with what they have here?"

Wes looked up at the sound and saw a woman with blue skin standing in front of him.

A long, thin tail trailed behind her.

By human standards of beauty, she was undoubtedly a rare beauty. Her face was delicate and beautiful, and her blue skin, like the color of the deep ocean, exuded a unique charm.

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

The armor clung tightly to her body, highlighting her graceful figure while also exuding a powerful aura.

"The person in charge of the black market?" Wes squinted slightly and guessed.

The woman smiled slightly, revealing a set of pearly white teeth.

"Just one of them. You can call me Anya."

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

"These are all ordinary goods. If you want something better, come with me."

Wes's heart stirred. He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to follow Anya.

(End of this chapter)