The Witcher: Ascending Beyond Marvel

Without any greetings or politeness, the mysterious figure skillfully took out five groups of pills, each consisting of ten small bottles.

He gently placed the five groups of medicaments on the counter in succession.

Under the dim store lighting, the potion bottles shimmered with an eerie blue glow, bubbling with rich intensity.

When the wealthy man seated nearby saw the potions, his eyes lit up unconsciously, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

"Vitality!"

Their voices were filled with surprise and excitement, their gazes brimming with undisguised desire.

The mysterious man slowly raised his head, a smile playing on his lips, as he looked at the wealthy patrons.

"It seems my guests are very satisfied with my products. As always, we follow the old rules. The bidding for the first set of Vitality Potions starts at five gold bars."

His voice was calm and emotionless.

He paused momentarily before smiling wickedly. "Now, let the bidding begin!"

As soon as his words fell, Stark took the lead without hesitation.

"Six gold bars!"

Stark was determined to secure this set of potions.

Like a starter pistol, his bid ignited the competition. An older wealthy man quickly countered.

"Eight gold bars!"

His tone was firm, showing no regard for Stark, and his expression was filled with determination.

"Shameless old men, fighting over the Vitality Potion at their age," Stark muttered angrily before raising his bid.

Perper asked curiously, "Vitality Potion? What is it?"

She looked puzzled, clearly intrigued by the potion that had everyone so excited.

"A magical potion. Drinking a single bottle keeps you full of energy for an entire week," Stark explained simply.

Then he added, "One bottle can make you feel like you're back in high school—with no side effects."

Perper's skeptical expression suggested she thought it was a scam.

Stark shrugged. "I haven't been deceived. I've experienced it myself. Besides, do you think so many savvy people would all be fooled at once?"

Perper's eyes swept over the wealthy businessmen and politicians in the room. They were staring at the potion with intense enthusiasm, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

In the end, the older wealthy man won the first set of potions for fifteen gold bars.

"Why didn't you keep bidding?" Perper asked, puzzled. "That's not like you."

She studied Stark closely, trying to discern his thoughts.

"This is just one batch," Stark replied casually.

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

Pepper suddenly understood, a flash of realization in her eyes.

Sure enough, the mysterious man took out another identical set of potions.

Immediately, another heated bidding war erupted.

And so it continued.

After five rounds, the mysterious man unveiled a new potion.

"The Beauty Potion. This elixir enhances one's appearance."

His voice remained indifferent, as if he were unaffected by the frenzy.

A heavily made-up, obese woman shot to her feet, shouting, "Twenty gold bars"

She secured the first set of Beauty Potions with absolute dominance.

As the bidding continued, the tension in the room escalated. Sweat beaded on foreheads, and some bidders licked their lips nervously in anticipation.

"It seems everyone needs a break. Let's take an intermission."

The mysterious man waved a wooden stick, and suddenly, tall glasses of red wine appeared, floating in an orderly manner before settling gently beside each guest's right hand.

"No matter how many times I see it, it's still incredible," someone whispered in awe.

Tony Stark picked up a wine glass and handed it to Perper with a smile.

"What is this? Magic?" Perper asked, eyes wide with wonder.

"Yes, magic," Tony Stark said leisurely.

"A fine red wine, unavailable on the market. It would be a shame not to taste it."

Tony Stark narrowed his eyes slightly, an intoxicated smile playing on his lips.

Perper took a sip, a pleased expression spreading across her face.

As Tony Stark's assistant, she had attended countless high-end wine tastings and had developed a refined palate.

This wine had an unparalleled richness, with a lingering aftertaste.

Excitedly, she remarked, "It's truly unique. The aroma is as rich as a bouquet of flowers."

"See? I told you," Tony Stark said smugly, raising an eyebrow.

"Which winery is this from?" Perper asked, still admiring the gem-like red liquid in her glass.

Tony Stark shrugged. "I don't know. I couldn't find out. It's probably part of the boss's private collection."

Perper continued savoring the wine, momentarily losing herself in the experience.

After a brief respite, the mysterious man signaled for the auction to resume.

As time passed, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. The dwindling number of potions only intensified the bidding.

If there were no limits, Tony Stark would have taken every single set for himself.

Eventually, under the reluctant gazes of the attendees, the mysterious man announced the auction's end.

The guests gradually dispersed, and the grand hall emptied. The heavy doors slowly closed.

The mysterious man removed his mask, revealing a young and strikingly handsome face with sharp features.

His expression radiated confidence and intelligence.

With a casual wave of his hand, the suitcases before him clicked open, revealing stacks of gleaming gold bars.

He nodded in satisfaction, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

"Funds won't be a problem for a while," he murmured to himself.

"Zandi."

"Bang!" A soft explosion sounded.

A peculiar short creature appeared.

It had a wrinkled, elfin face, bat-like ears, enormous green eyes, and a long, flat nose.

As soon as Zandi appeared, he bowed deeply and said respectfully, "Your orders, Master?"

"Store these gold bars away," the mysterious man instructed.

"As you wish, Master."

Zandi snapped his fingers, and the suitcases instantly levitated, obediently following him as he departed.

Wes Irwin sat quietly in a chair, pouring himself a glass of water.

"It wasn't easy to reach this point," he murmured to himself.

Wes Irwin was a time traveler. In his previous life, he had been an ordinary worker on Blue Star, leading a mundane and busy existence.

One night, he went to sleep and woke up as a ten-year-old orphan.

Initially, he was overwhelmed, struggling to accept his sudden transformation from an adult to a child.

The world around him felt different—unfamiliar.

One day, the orphanage organized a visit to the Captain America Memorial Museum.

The moment Wes Irwin saw the exhibits, everything clicked.

He was in the Marvel universe.

A world riddled with danger and uncertainty, far from friendly to ordinary people.

Supervillains, cosmic threats—this place was terrifying.

Even encountering a mere street thug could mean death.

This was America, after all, a land of daily gunfights.

At one point, Wes Irwin despaired. He even contemplated suicide, wondering if it might trigger another time jump.

But he never had the courage to go through with it.

Then, on his eleventh birthday, everything changed.

That night, he was abruptly awakened by the roar of a train.

He wanted to complain but was stunned to find himself inside a steam locomotive.

The train was filled with chattering children.

Still groggy, a transparent screen suddenly appeared before him.

[Host: Wes Irwin]

[World: Marvel; Harry Potter]

[Occupation: ???]

[Level: 0]

Wes Irwin's heart pounded.

"A system? A panel? My golden finger?!"

His excitement soared.

As the train stopped and the grand castle came into view, he realized exactly where he was.

Hogwarts.

A world of magic and endless possibilities.

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In Chinese novels, particularly web novels, the term "Golden Finger" refers to a special ability or item that gives the protagonist a significant advantage or superpower.