After confirming that he was likely in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Michael felt a huge sense of relief.
At least, he wouldn't have to worry about one day, without even needing to snap fingers, someone just having a thought and him inexplicably dying 0.0 To be honest, the comic book version of Marvel is too unsolvable; the characters inside constantly smash Planets and flip over Universes.
Once the writers can't continue, they just find an excuse, and poof, the Universe reboots, and everyone is wiped out.
The Marvel Cinematic Universe is relatively much safer.
Although in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, there is also a World-destroying demon who wants to wipe out half of all life in the entire Universe with a snap of his fingers.
But before this World-destroying demon gathered the Infinity Stones and summoned the complete Infinity Gauntlet, he was still a formidable cosmic powerhouse that could be dealt with.
What's more, with the mutated gem protecting him, no matter how many times this World-destroying demon snaps his fingers, Michael himself will not be annihilated.
Of two evils, choose the lesser, so relatively speaking, if he had to choose, Michael would definitely prefer to stay in the Marvel Cinematic Universe... With his mind relaxed, Michael no longer had any desire to check the data.
He leaned back, resting on the somewhat old sofa, stretching his body and letting out a yawn.
"Oh wow~~~"
"So comfortable~~~"
After stretching, Michael felt refreshed. He lazily leaned on the sofa, watching the sunlight streaming in through the window, illuminating the entire room.
For a moment, Michael felt that if life could always be this pleasant, it would indeed be a wonderful thing.
Unfortunately~
This is the Marvel Universe. If he really slacked off, he would truly be looking for death.
Shaking his head, Michael sat up, preparing to pour himself a glass of Water... Wait!
As Michael stood up, he suddenly felt that something was amiss.
What exactly was wrong?
Standing still, Michael's mind raced.
Could it be that someone had discovered his abnormality? Was he being monitored?
When did he become able to sense being secretly watched? Was it an ability granted by the mutated gem?
Or, did the original owner of this house install hidden surveillance in the room?
At this thought, Michael immediately became agitated.
Damn it, although I didn't acquire this house through proper procedures, I did pay you enough money, and you're still monitoring me?
Of course, after thinking about it, Michael dismissed this idea.
After all, who could have known that he would 'acquire' this house at this time? So, it's impossible for anyone to be monitoring him right now! Unless that person traveled through time from the future... Hmm? The future?
"Holy crap!"
"I almost forgot, there are time-traveling cheats in this World!"
Michael immediately started running, quickly inspecting every room carefully, and even through the windows, he cast suspicious glances at every direction from which the room could be observed.
However, after bustling about for most of the day, Michael still found nothing.
"Could it be..."
"...that I'm just being paranoid?"
Michael muttered to himself.
Actually, it's no wonder Michael was paranoid. After all, a transmigrator who isn't constantly vigilant wouldn't know how he might die at any moment.
"Could it be..."
"...that I'm really overthinking things?"
"Or, has the observer already left?"
"By the way, is there such a concept as an observer in the Marvel Cinematic Universe?"
Leaning in a corner by the window, looking through the glass at the bustling crowd below, Michael frowned in thought.
But.
After thinking for a long time without any clear answers, Michael finally gave up on the idea of delving deeper.
As mentioned before, Michael is not someone who gets hung up on details.
Since he couldn't find an answer right away, he would just put it aside for now.
After all, sometimes, when you stop looking, the answer just appears on its own!
At least, he was much happier than those people rushing through the streets below, struggling to make a living, wasn't he!
Look at them, to make a living, they have to sweat under the sun.
Then look at himself, looking down at their busyness from above, while enjoying the sun, how wonderful life is... Wait?
Sunlight?
..."Holy crap!"
"Indeed, I was looking for a donkey while riding one!"
"Sure enough, once I stopped caring about it, it inadvertently popped up!"
"I knew something was wrong!"
"It turns out, from the moment the sunlight shone into the room, something was already amiss!"
"I'm really crying over how stupid I am!"
"The sunlight clearly shines on me, yet it doesn't leave even a trace of warmth. Isn't that abnormal enough?"
He looked at his hands, extended into the sunlight, but felt no heat at all, not even a hint of warmth!
His entire hands, even his whole body, felt as if they were in a state of absolute constant temperature.
Isn't this state strange enough?
"Is my body absorbing sunlight?"
"Could it be that I'm a Kryptonian, and I didn't even know it?"
Michael's eyes flickered with self-mockery, yet he seemed to have discovered something.
"No!"
"It's not my body absorbing!"
"It's..."