Stepping out of the circle, Jason arrived on an unfamiliar land.

He kept his body wrapped in an energy field, his eyes scanning the surroundings with intense caution. The Ancient One had said his exile location was completely random; he could just as easily drop into a death trap as he could onto solid ground. He had to stay sharp.

He was standing on a barren wasteland. After waiting a moment, he noted the absolute silence. There was no black hole, no cosmic war, and no one jumped out to stab him. Jason let out a slow sigh of relief—it seemed his luck wasn’t too bad after all.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. The air here was similar to Earth’s, though the smell left much to be desired. His mouth was filled with a strange, burnt odor, as if he were living in a trash incineration plant.

He tested his movement with a few hops. Without using his energy, a single leap only took him about seven or eight meters high. For Jason, whose physical body had long surpassed human limits, this was a poor result. It seemed the gravity of this planet was slightly higher than Earth’s.

Once he confirmed there was no immediate danger, Jason levitated into the air to survey the distance. As expected, he was surrounded by desolate, uninhabited ruins.

"What is that?"

At the edge of his vision, a strange object hovered in mid-air, roughly several thousand meters above the ground. Jason manipulated his energy to fly toward it. The closer he got, the more conspicuous the object became.

It was surrounded by black mist, and at its center was a massive void emitting a dull yellow glow, looking as though it were trying to suck everything off the ground.

This... looks a bit like a chrysanthemum, Jason thought, his expression turning odd.

Of course, this was no literal flower. Arriving beneath the chrysanthemum, Jason looked up. He realized this massive void was very similar to the spatial portals seen in sci-fi movies, yet it lacked a gravitational pull.

If I dive headfirst into this, could I get back to Earth or another planet?

A bold idea flashed through Jason’s mind, but he immediately dismissed it. Even if this thing could take him back to Earth, he likely wouldn’t escape the Ancient One’s clutches; the same scenario would just repeat itself. As the Sorcerer Supreme, she would inevitably monitor everything coming into Earth from space.

As for going to another planet, that was too risky. While the air quality here sucked, at least there was sunlight and air. If he risked traveling through that portal, he’d be putting his life in the hands of fate. Good luck wouldn’t stay with him forever; Jason didn’t dare gamble.

Leaving the portal behind and flying further, he discovered another strange phenomenon. Things were constantly falling from the black mist surrounding the portal: wreckage of spaceships, carcasses of beasts, and bizarre-looking machinery. Over time, this area had turned into a massive junkyard.

Interesting. Is all this falling debris just space trash drifting through the universe?

As the saying goes: trash is just a resource in the wrong place. To the natives of a backward planet, space junk was a priceless treasure. If Earth could scavenge space trash like this, its technology would have jumped several levels.

Wait—if this were Earth, these scraps would have burned to ash during the fall. Did this planet lack an atmosphere? Jason’s mind was racing, constantly posing questions. The fear of stepping into the unknown universe was gradually being replaced by a thirst for knowledge.

"Interesting. There really are people scavenging in the trash."

Jason slowed his flight and saw scattered groups of humanoids rummaging through the mountains of junk for anything valuable. Looking closer, he found their clothing and makeup quite curious. Layers of multicolored fabrics were wrapped around their bodies; it wasn’t aesthetic or practical, and he couldn’t fathom why they dressed that way. It was somewhat similar to scavengers on Earth, but the paint smeared on their faces reminded him of ancient African tribes.

Well... let’s head down and say hello. Find out what the situation is.

Having made up his mind, Jason descended slowly. At that moment, a scavenger looked up and saw him falling from the sky. The scavenger was scared half to death, raising a metal rod and shouting: "￥%#￥&%*@￥&%..."

That unintelligible bird-language drew many of his companions. Jason landed and slapped his forehead in disappointment.

Damn it. He forgot about the language barrier. Different civilizations have different languages; he shouldn’t have assumed the whole universe spoke English. He looked at the posturing natives and shook his head in disappointment, ready to make other plans.

"Who are you?"

Suddenly, a familiar sound rang out. English!

There actually was someone who spoke English! Jason was overjoyed, feeling the thrill of meeting an old friend in a distant land.

He quickly asked, "Are you from Earth? Can you understand me?"

The noise died down as the scavengers parted to make way for a figure who looked like a leader. He was clearly in charge because his gear was completely different from the others. He wore a greyish-white combat suit, a transparent helmet, and held something resembling a sniper rifle. Although the suit and helmet were clearly not a set, the gear immediately set him apart from the rest of the scavengers.

However, when Jason got a clear look at the leader’s face, his disappointment returned. Earth had many ethnicities, but none had tusks and protruding ears.

Sure enough, the leader tapped his helmet. "I am not an Earthling. I am using a universal translator to speak with you."

Jason understood now. It made sense. He asked, "What planet is this?"

The leader didn’t answer. Instead, he asked brusquely, "Answer my question first. Who are you? Why can you fly without wings?"

Jason’s brow furrowed.

How many years has it been? How many years since someone dared to speak to me like that?

This stupid alien, who looked like a bottom-feeder from hell, clearly didn’t know the meaning of the word death.

But... forget it. He was a newcomer in a strange land. Before figuring out the power balance, he should stay low-key. If this planet had someone like the Ancient One or technology far beyond Earth’s, he’d be shooting himself in the foot.

Jason answered, "I am an Earthling! I can fly because I have superpowers!"

The leader muttered curiously, "Superpowers? So you are a Fighter?"

Jason was confused. "Fighter? No... I’m a Fighter God."

The leader obviously didn’t get the joke, his bulging eyes filled with confusion.

Jason laughed. "Haha, just kidding. Actually, I was exiled here."

"Oh, I see!" The leader had an epiphany. He let out a cold laugh and suddenly raised his sniper rifle, aiming it at Jason. "Not a Fighter, then. That makes you meat."

Jason’s face turned as cold as frost.

After being humbled by the Ancient One, he had finally realized there was always a bigger fish in the sea. Since being exiled, he had planned to fix his bad habits, act with caution, and grow his strength quietly.

But these suicidal bastards... they weren’t giving him a choice!

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