Chapter 591

In Marvel, the System Works for Me

If that was the case, Daniel was probably still alive. The others were in trouble.

Ten million Beli... Hmm, how about a sports car?

Geralt drew his alloy machete.

He followed one of the trails deeper into the Flying Dragon Mountains.

Exploring the jungle was hard and dangerous, especially a primeval jungle. Even the best survival experts wouldn't take it lightly.

The main dangers were venomous insects and fierce beasts, scarce food and water, disease, hypothermia, mental collapse, other people, and all kinds of supernatural Weird Monsters.

Geralt had spent his childhood roaming the world with John and Mary. At least a quarter of that time had been in godforsaken deserts and remote forests.

The jungle was familiar to Geralt. He even found it a little comforting, a little nostalgic.

Since the day he'd had the Forbidden Spellmark tattooed on his body, ordinary diseases had never troubled Geralt again. All his suffering came from the physical pain and mental torment it inflicted.

Everything came at a price.

Venomous snakes, spiders, centipedes, mosquitoes... The jungle's common, deadly pests all kept their distance from Geralt, afraid they'd poison themselves trying to poison him.

Winchester.

Every one of them a master of jungle survival.

"The scent's gone. Sorry, boss."

Morgan, a member of the mercenary squad, twitched her nose.

It was swollen and bright red, like the bulbous nose of a lifelong drunk.

Her ability was an extraordinary sense of smell, and she'd overused her nose. It hurt badly.

Even her voice sounded muffled.

"It's fine."

A young man in the squad spoke up.

He had an unremarkable face and heavy bags under his eyes, giving him the look of someone worn thin by too many sleepless nights. No one would have guessed he led this