Chapter 1 — Infinity Gauntlet
Jack sat by the seaside with an indescribably pained expression, staring out at the endless expanse of blue ocean before him, hoping that some ship might discover this little island and take him back to human civilization—away from this damned "prehistoric forest"!
Since he had inexplicably transmigrated here, seven days had already passed.
Thinking back to seven days ago, he had still been just another insignificant member of Earth's countless masses—a thoroughly unremarkable rich second-generation slacker.
Mm… the kind whose family had a bit of money. Assets in the hundreds of millions, that sort of thing.
His life goal was simple: live peacefully and smoothly for a few decades, then successfully inherit those "heinous" assets from his old man.
After that, he'd do his best to take those "roots of all evil" and give back to society—using them for the people. At most, he'd keep a little "spark" to pass on to his own descendants.
Every time Jack thought about his plans for the future, he felt that he truly had remarkable "enlightenment."
To elevate the word "wasting money" to such a lofty level, and to brainwash himself so thoroughly that he actually believed it—by some definition, he really was a "genius"!
So when he walked out of the opening screening of Avengers 3 with his N-th gold-digging girlfriend, and heard a cute, sweet-voiced girl selling merchandise say:
"Want to learn about the Thanos-style Infinity Gauntlet?"
Jack decisively pulled out his phone, amid the slightly heated gazes of both his companion and the salesgirl across from him.
Scan the QR code. Fingerprint payment successful. Pack it up and go!
An "identical" Infinity Gauntlet that sold for only a few hundred dollars online—this sucker Jack paid a full 9,999 for!
How could their eyes not light up?
The brand-name university student he'd only known for two days—and with whom he hadn't yet engaged in any deeper friendship—was practically hanging off him.
As for the "look-at-this-idiot" expressions from nearby couples and buddies watching the show, Jack automatically interpreted them all as envy, jealousy, and hatred.
Back at the hotel, the gold-digging student girl went to take a shower with practiced ease.
Jack, meanwhile, curiously opened the package and took out the "1:1 real-life Thanos Infinity Gauntlet."
As he took it out, a small slip of paper fell to the floor.
He picked it up and took a look—sure enough, it was the mysterious contact code left behind by the merch girl. If he still had the energy later, he wouldn't mind performing another act of "justice for the heavens."
But as he examined this nearly ten-thousand "big toy," he felt that something seemed… off.
The hell?
Just as Jack was about to try it on, he finally realized what was wrong!
What the hell do you mean Thanos-style?!
Thanos' Infinity Gauntlet is clearly worn on the left hand, right?!
Why is his a right-hand version?!
That was awkward as hell.
As a qualified and low-key rich second-generation heir, Jack had been cheated plenty of times before—but who told his dad to be rich?
Still, something this stupid made him pretty depressed.
"Forget it. Right hand it is. Maybe this is Odin's version?"
He comforted himself this way, because he vaguely remembered that in Thor: Ragnarok there was an Easter egg like this—Hammer Bro's sister found a right-hand Infinity Gauntlet in their father's vault, complete with gems. Though it was probably just a model.
With his thick nerves and easygoing nature, he simply accepted this setting. Then, while the young lady inside—who might come out at any moment to drain his life essence—was still busy washing herself clean and fragrant, he solemnly slid his right hand into the gauntlet…
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When he opened his eyes again, he found himself stranded on this island filled with unidentifiable trees and all kinds of genetically mutated beasts.
Even more unbelievable was the fact that the golden, "right-hand version" Infinity Gauntlet was still firmly attached to his right hand. It even automatically adjusted to fit his skin perfectly—and he couldn't take it off at all!
At first, he suspected he might have been kidnapped, or that it was some prank pulled by his rowdy friends.
But after discovering tigers over ten meters tall, gorillas over twenty meters high, and all sorts of creatures so bizarre that "genetic mutation" felt like a woefully inadequate description, he roughly confirmed that he was probably no longer on that familiar Earth.
Isn't this just a cliché transmigration? Thick-nerved and naturally optimistic, Jack quickly became interested.
But immediately afterward, the innate gap between species struck him so hard that he no longer dared venture more than a hundred meters into the forest.
A giant python over a hundred meters long—ever seen one?
Jack had nearly been swallowed whole by it. Even now, recalling it made his heart race with fear. If that python's target hadn't been a five-meter-long cheetah that was preparing to ambush him, this little "worm," then his legendary journey might have ended right there in Chapter One!
So from that point on, still completely unclear about where he actually was, Jack could only hide out on the desolate beach by the sea. The beasts in the forest didn't seem to have any interest in him, this tiny worm.
So the question was: if you dumped a guy who'd lived more than twenty years without any survival skills or wilderness knowledge whatsoever onto a deserted island crawling with gigantic beasts—how was he supposed to survive?
Catch fish?
Putting aside whether he could catch any at all, the most "harmless" and "gentle" fish he'd seen over the past few days were two to three meters long, with mouths full of sharp teeth.
Was he sure it would be him catching the fish, and not the fish eating him?
So living off the sea was clearly not an option.
Fortunately, after a few days of observation, he discovered that the outermost areas of the forest were generally populated by relatively "weaker," less aggressive creatures.
Thus, he limited his activity range to within twenty meters of the forest edge. Within that distance, he could collect some fallen fruit from the ground. Climbing trees was out of the question—trees dozens of meters tall were far too unfriendly for a complete beginner with zero climbing skills.
Luckily, a troop of monkeys seemed to live nearby. Most of the fruit Jack picked up had been casually tossed aside by them.
Thank you, Monkey Bro!
If monkeys could eat it, there was no reason he couldn't. And in a primeval forest like this, there probably weren't any pesticides to worry about.
So after confirming the fruit wasn't poisonous, Jack managed to survive by sheer luck.
During the day, he waited by the sea for the faint hope of a rescue ship. When hungry, he went to look for fruit that Monkey Bro didn't want. At night, he returned to his makeshift little "nest," barely enough to shield him from wind and rain. To avoid being eaten as a midnight snack by some beast that wandered out for a post-dinner stroll, he deliberately set up near the
monkeys' territory.
At least from his observations over the past few days, Monkey Bro and his kin only ate fruit.