Is the Golden Finger Gone?

18 years ago.

United States, New York, Chinatown, an orphanage.

A once-in-a-century torrential downpour poured down, and the lightning across the sky illuminated the entire city.

It was as if a group of people were undergoing their heavenly tribulations together.

Accompanied by a blinding flash of lightning, the front gate was split into splinters. Old Wang, wearing a necklace around his neck, landed on the ground with a thud, his delicate infant body sprawled on the floor in a shameful posture.

Completely naked.

The wind blew, and his little butt felt cold.

Am I going to be the first transmigrator in history to freeze to death?

Did I die before my journey even began?

Old Wang shivered and hurriedly tried to flip over and stick his butt up to crawl inside.

However, he discovered with sorrow that an infant's body could not crawl, nor could it even flip over, even though a soul several decades old was hidden within this body.

It seems I have to use my last resort.

Old Wang took a deep breath and puffed out his chest.

"Waaah!"

Two minutes later.

An elderly man with an Oriental face ran over in a hurry, holding an umbrella, his face full of bitterness.

"Lightning has no eyes, where am I going to get the money to replace the gate... Huh? Who is so heartless to abandon a child in this weather? They didn't even provide swaddling clothes? Strange, how did the lightning not strike him dead?"

The old director hurriedly picked up the naked Old Wang and sighed, "Another mouth to feed, what should I do..."

Feeling the long-lost warmth, Old Wang let out a sigh of relief.

At least I won't freeze to death!

A fragile body could not withstand a sufficiently powerful spirit. An unprecedented wave of sleepiness struck, and Old Wang closed his eyes, drifting into a dream.

Infants are sleepy; this is determined by physiological structure and is not subject to human will.

He was no exception.

That same night.

A sneaky figure entered the room and took the necklace away.

18 years later.

New York, United States, 77 Chinatown, a bachelor apartment.

Sitting on a ragged sofa with his feet resting on an even more broken stool, Old Wang held a rolling pin he had used for seven years, sipped 13-year-old cellar-aged Erguotou, and sighed.

"Even the Titans aren't reliable!"

This was the second time; it was the second time!

As an ordinary, good descendant of China on Earth, he caught the wave of transmigration and his soul transmigrated to Azeroth. By a stroke of luck, he became the apprentice of the legendary Monk, Chen Stormstout, and began a great (suicidal) journey to save Azeroth.

From Molten Core to the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj, from Karazhan to Black Temple, from Ulduar to Antorus, the Burning Throne, he had once blocked a million soldiers with a single punch. Ten years of hard work were anything but ordinary.

Ashes of Al'ar, the White Chicken, Invincible, Mimiron's Head, the Black Qiraji Battle Tank—he had it all.

Fame, power, status, strength—everything had reached its peak.

Sargeras was sealed, Argus was purified, and even the Old Gods had been beaten into submission ahead of schedule. There was nothing left to be nostalgic about.

Azeroth Miss even took the initiative to contact him, sending him equipment and warmth, crying and begging him to call her brother, rushing to have him act as her spokesperson and guardian to cherish her young soul of only a few billion years.

So, when Azeroth Miss and the Pantheon Titans asked him if he had any unfulfilled wishes, Old Wang thought of the skyscrapers and crayfish on Earth.

He just wanted to go home.

No matter how reluctant they were, the Titans could understand Old Wang's feelings, so they joined forces to cast a spell. Old Wang took the "Heart of Azeroth" gifted by Azeroth Miss, traveled through the Temporal Nexus, and then...

He didn't know which shameless guy interfered, but he traveled to the wrong time and space!

He was supposed to travel back to his original body on Earth, but who would have thought he would end up at the entrance of an orphanage? And because of some accident he still couldn't figure out, he was rejuvenated into an infant!

That was fine, too.

At least his soul was his own, and his body was his own.

Unlike some of his peers who had to transmigrate into someone else's body—if they were to find a girlfriend, they wouldn't even know if she counted as theirs or the predecessor's.

Born with a green hat, destined to wear it for a lifetime.

More importantly, just as he was about to freeze to death or drown in the accumulated water, the old director saved him.

His chubby little hand touched the "Heart of Azeroth" hanging around his neck. Old Wang thought to himself that this was a Supreme Artifact personally crafted by Azeroth Miss and empowered by all the Titans of the Pantheon, not some defective product handled by Diamond Magni. It was even more awesome than the sword in Sargeras's hand.

Old Wang smiled at the time, but the necklace was stolen that very night...

His Golden Finger was gone; was there any transmigrator more miserable than him?

Fortunately, the "Heart of Azeroth" was soul-bound and could not be used by others.

Fortunately, his memories remained.

Picking up Pandaren martial arts again, he began to practice as soon as he could move his arms and legs. Old Wang declared it "so easy."

Pandaren martial arts were still very powerful; the strongest Monk in history wasn't just for show. Old Wang soon cultivated his first wisp of True Qi (a unique ability of the Monk). His body was robust, he ate well, and he never got sick. The old director was very happy, as it saved a lot of money.

Just like that, while practicing and trying every possible way to find the "Heart of Azeroth," 18 years flew by.

The orphanage couldn't support him forever. Old Wang became independent at 14; the wisdom and experience of an adult were more than enough to support himself.

But living well wasn't that easy.

He was about to start college, and the tuition was insanely expensive; he couldn't afford it at all.

What to do?

This world didn't have Qidian.

Even if it did, it wouldn't matter; a failing writer couldn't make money.

Do I really have to find a nightclub to work security? Or agree to be a PR agent for Hong Jie?

Old Wang picked up the Erguotou and looked at the blurry reflection in the bottle, feeling quite satisfied.

Not to mention how Pandaren martial arts fared in a fight, at least True Qi could truly preserve one's youth. His looks were up to par; he had the capital to be a gigolo and scam free meals and drinks.

There was no need to doubt a Monk's physical fitness. With a rigorous scientific attitude, Old Wang had long since put it to the test—he could handle three or five people.

The key was, how could Old Wang, a Super Hero who had saved World of Warcraft countless times, be reduced to selling his body?

His stomach growled.

Forget it, food is the heaven of the people; if you don't eat a meal, you'll feel hungry. Let's fill my stomach first and then think about it!

He stood up to head out when his phone suddenly rang.

Seeing the name on the screen, Old Wang smiled slightly.

In 18 years of transmigration, he hadn't done nothing.

He couldn't see Iron Man or Black Widow just because he wanted to, but some people weren't that hard to find.

"Chloe, missed me?" Old Wang teased, crossing his legs.

"Wang, say it again, my name isn't Chloe Wang, my name is Skye!" A pleasant voice came through, sounding exasperated.

Through the phone, Old Wang could almost see the other person stomping her feet.

"Skye sounds so unpleasant, Chloe sounds much better." Old Wang shifted into a more comfortable position.

"Good news, do you still want to hear it?" Skye's voice rose an octave.

"I'm listening." Old Wang took a sip of Erguotou, unhurried.

"Hurry over, the person you wanted has been found!"

Old Wang was stunned.

Found? The person who stole the "Heart of Azeroth" had been found?

His Golden Finger, lost for 18 years, was finally coming back?

He leaped up and rushed out.

(This book is based primarily on the cinematic universe.)

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