18 years ago.
Chinatown, New York, United States. An orphanage.
A once-in-a-century torrential downpour lashed down, lightning storms illuminating the entire city.
It was as if someone had gathered a group to undergo a heavenly tribulation.
Along with a blinding flash of lightning, the front door was blasted into pieces. Old Wang, a necklace hanging around his neck, landed in the world crying, his delicate infant body sprawled on the ground in a shameful pose.
Completely naked.
The wind blew, cold water splashed, and his butt was freezing.
"Am I going to become the first transmigrator in history to freeze to death?"
"Dying before I can even accomplish my transmigration?"
Old Wang shuddered and hurriedly tried to turn over, stick his butt up, and crawl inside.
However, he sadly discovered that an infant's body could not crawl. He could not even roll over, despite the soul inside this body being several decades old.
"Looks like I can only use my best move."
Old Wang took a deep breath and held it in.
"Waaah!"
Two minutes later.
An elderly Asian man hurried over with an umbrella, bitterness written all over his face.
"Even lightning doesn't have eyes. Where am I supposed to get money for a new door... Huh? What heartless bastard abandoned a child in weather like this? Not even a swaddling cloth? Strange, the lightning didn't kill him?"
The old director hurriedly picked up the naked Old Wang and sighed. "Another mouth to feed. What am I supposed to do..."
Feeling warmth he had not known in so long, Old Wang let out a breath of relief.
"At least I won't freeze to death now!"
A fragile body could not endure an overly powerful spirit. An unprecedented wave of drowsiness swept over him, and Old Wang closed his eyes, falling asleep.
Babies loved to sleep. It was determined by their physiology, beyond the control of human will.
He was no exception.
That night.
A sneaky figure entered the room and took the necklace.
18 years later.
Apartment 77, Chinatown, New York, United States. A certain bachelor apartment.
Sitting on a battered sofa with his feet resting on an even more battered stool, Old Wang held a rolling pin he had used for seven years, drank thirteen-year-aged erguotou, and sighed.
"Titans aren't reliable either!"
This was the second time. The second time!
As an ordinary fine descendant of China on Earth, he had caught the transmigration wave and had his soul transmigrate to Azeroth. Through a twist of fate, he became the disciple of the legendary Monk, Chen Stormstout, and began his great (self-destructive) journey of saving 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 held back an army of a million with one punch. Ten years of hardship had not been ordinary.
Ashes of Al'ar, White Chicken, Invincible, Mimiron's Head, Black Qiraji Battle Tank—he had them all.
Fame, wealth, power, status, strength—everything had reached its peak.
Sargeras had been sealed, Argus had been purified, and even the Old Gods had been beaten flat ahead of schedule. There was nothing left worth lingering over.
Azeroth Miss had even contacted him of her own accord, giving him equipment and warmth alike. She cried and begged, calling him big brother, practically rushing to make him her spokesperson and guardian, so he could protect her tender little heart that was only a few billion years old.
So, when Azeroth Miss and the Pantheon Titans asked him what unfulfilled wish he still had, Old Wang thought of the skyscrapers and crayfish back on Earth.
He only wanted to go home.
No matter how reluctant they were, the Titans understood Old Wang's feelings. So they cast a spell together, and Old Wang took the Heart of Azeroth that Azeroth Miss had given him, passed through the Temporal Nexus, and then...
Some shameless bastard interfered somehow, and he traveled to the wrong time and space!
He had originally intended to return to his original body on Earth. Who could have expected him to appear at the entrance of an orphanage instead? And because of some accident he still could not figure out, he had reverted to childhood and become a baby!
That was not too bad.
At least the soul was his, and the body was his too.
Unlike some of his peers, who had to transmigrate into someone else's body. If they found a girlfriend, who would she belong to—them or the previous owner?
Born with a green hat on their heads, doomed to wear it for life.
More importantly, just as he was about to freeze to death or drown in the standing water, the old director had saved him.
His chubby little hand touched the Heart of Azeroth hanging from his neck. Old Wang thought that it had been personally made by Azeroth Miss and empowered by every Titan in the Pantheon. It was a Supreme Artifact, not some inferior product that had passed through Diamond Magni's hands. It was even more badass than the sword in Sargeras's hand.
Old Wang had laughed at the time. Then the necklace had been 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, so no one else could use it.
Fortunately, his memories remained.
He picked up Pandaren martial arts again. The moment he could move his arms and legs, he began cultivating. Old Wang said it was "so easy."
Pandaren martial arts were still incredibly powerful. The strongest Monk in history was no joke. Old Wang quickly cultivated his first strand of True Qi, a Monk-exclusive ability. His body was strong, his appetite was excellent, and he never got sick. The old director was delighted, since it saved quite a bit of money.
Thus, while cultivating and doing everything he could to search for the Heart of Azeroth, 18 years passed in a flash.
The orphanage could not support him forever. Old Wang had become independent at fourteen, and an adult's wisdom and experience were more than enough to support himself.
But living well was not so easy.
He was about to start college, and the tuition was outrageously expensive. He could not afford it at all.
What was he supposed to do?
There was no Qidian in this world.
Even if there were, it would be useless. A flop author could not make money.
"Do I really have to hold down a nightclub? Or agree to become Hong Jie's public relations man?"
Old Wang picked up the erguotou and looked at the blurry reflection in the bottle. He was fairly satisfied.
Never mind how effective Pandaren martial arts were in a fight, True Qi could genuinely preserve one's looks. With his appearance, he had what it took to be a pretty boy living off women.
There was no need to question a Monk's physical fitness. With scientific rigor, Old Wang had tested it long ago. He could handle three to five.
The key was that Old Wang, a Super Hero who had saved World of Warcraft countless times, could not possibly sink to selling his body!
His stomach growled.
Forget it. People were iron, food was steel; skip one meal and hunger hit hard. He would fill his stomach first, then think about it!
He stood and headed outside when his phone suddenly rang.
Seeing the name on the screen, Old Wang smiled faintly.
During his 18 years of transmigration, it was not as though he had done nothing.
Iron Man and Black Widow were not people one could meet whenever one wanted, but some people were not that difficult to reach.
"Ke Ying, did you miss me?" Old Wang teased, crossing one leg over the other.
"Wang, let me say this one more time. My name isn't Chloe Wang. My name is Skye!" A pleasant voice came through the phone, furious.
Even through the phone, Old Wang could practically see her stamping her feet.
"Skye sounds awful. Ke Ying sounds much nicer." Old Wang shifted into a more comfortable position.
"I have good news. Do you want to hear it or not?" Skye's voice rose an octave.
"I'm listening." Old Wang took a sip of erguotou, completely unhurried.
"Get over here now. We found the person you were looking for!"
Old Wang froze.
Found them? Had they found the person who stole the Heart of Azeroth?
Was his Golden Finger, lost for 18 years, finally coming back?
He sprang to his feet and rushed out.
(This book primarily follows the cinematic universe.)
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