I Breathe Euro

Jack sat by the bonfire, the warm glow illuminating his face as he listened to the laughter of the locals around him. Despite everything—the fight, the defeat, the exile into the wilderness—he felt surprisingly at peace.

Maybe it was the familiarity of the outback, or maybe it was the simple, honest company of these people, but for the first time in a while, he wasn't thinking about power levels, antimatter, or world-ending threats.

He was thinking about them.

They had given him food, shelter, and a sense of belonging, and Jack Williams wasn't the kind of man to leave debts unpaid.

That night, as he lay on a makeshift bed inside a small wooden cabin, his mind whirred with ideas. These people didn't need weapons or high-tech battle suits.

They needed innovation.

And Jack knew exactly what to do.

The next morning, Jack wasted no time. He gathered materials, borrowed tools, and got to work in a small garage offered by one of the locals.

His first project?

A water-powered engine.

The desert heat had always been a problem in the outback, and fuel prices made transportation expensive for these people. If he could create an engine that ran purely on water, it would change their lives forever.

For days, Jack worked tirelessly, running calculations, welding parts, and testing different mechanisms. The principle was simple—use hydrogen extracted from water to power a high-efficiency turbine. But making it work in real conditions?

That was a whole different challenge.

Finally, after a week of failures and adjustments, Jack stood in front of a modified truck, its new hydro-engine gleaming under the sun. The locals gathered around, watching in curiosity.

Jack grinned, turning to his burly friend from before.

"Mate, how about a test drive?"

The man laughed, slapping Jack on the back. "Let's give 'er a go!"

Jack started the engine.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then—a deep hum filled the air, and the truck roared to life.

Gasps filled the crowd as the vehicle pulled forward, smooth and silent, running on nothing but water.

The locals cheered, some jumping in excitement, others staring in disbelief.

Jack leaned against the hood, arms crossed, satisfied.

One down.

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That evening, under the golden Australian sunset, Jack began working on his second project—a cooling system that didn't rely on electricity or harmful refrigerants.

And if anyone could make it happen?

It was him.

With the hydro-engine successfully built and tested, Jack didn't waste any time before jumping into his next project—the super eco-friendly AC.

He knew that in the harsh Australian climate, the scorching heat was a major problem for the locals. Most couldn't afford air conditioning, and even those who could were limited by the high cost of electricity in remote areas.

But what if they didn't need electricity at all?

Jack sat outside his small makeshift workshop, sketching on a worn-out notebook he had borrowed. The solution was simple:

Use the wind.

The outback had strong, consistent winds, especially in the evenings. If he could harness that wind properly, he could create a cooling system that worked without electricity, keeping houses cool even in the worst summer heat.

Jack designed a wind-powered vortex system, where the natural air currents would be funneled through a series of cooling pipes, compressing and expanding the air to create a cooling effect—similar to how traditional ACs worked, but without any harmful refrigerants or external power sources.

He worked for days, scavenging materials, welding parts, and making multiple prototypes. The locals often gathered to watch, fascinated by his process. Some even started helping, eager to be part of something new.

After multiple failures and adjustments, he finally built a working model.

The First Test

Jack installed the wind-powered AC in the house of an elderly couple who had been struggling with the heat for years. As he flipped the switch, the system came to life—silent, efficient, and entirely powered by the Australian winds.

Within minutes, the room cooled down noticeably, dropping nearly ten degrees in temperature.

The old woman touched her cheeks, her eyes widening. "It's… it's actually working!"

Her husband, a man who had never been impressed by anything, leaned against the cool wall and let out a satisfied sigh.

Jack grinned. "Told ya. This is just the beginning."

A Step Towards the Future

Word spread fast. Soon, everyone wanted Jack's eco-friendly AC, and he started teaching them how to build it themselves. Unlike big tech companies, Jack had no intention of keeping it a secret—he wanted this technology to spread.

Because this was more than just cooling homes.

This was the future.

Jack had always been a man of science, a builder, and a problem-solver. But as he spent his days helping the locals, something strange began happening—they started treating him like family.

People would bring him gifts every day. Some offered him freshly cooked meals, others handmade tools, and some even brought him old books they had lying around.

Jack appreciated it all, but one particular gift caught his attention.

It was a phone.

A slightly old model, but still functional. A young man, perhaps in his late teens, handed it to him with a grin.

"I figured you might need this," the boy said. "No SIM card, but it works on Wi-Fi. If you go to the nearest town, you could call someone."

Jack held the phone in his hands, feeling a strange sense of nostalgia. It had been weeks since he had any contact with the outside world. No news. No updates. No idea what was happening beyond this small, forgotten corner of Australia.

He powered it on.

The First Connection

Jack walked up a nearby hill, where the signal was slightly better. He found a weak but usable Wi-Fi connection from a local's satellite internet setup.

Without hesitation, he sent out a single message to his most trusted person.

Katrina.

— I'm alive. In Australia. Be ready.

Then, he checked the news.

The World Had Changed

The moment he saw the headlines, his calm expression turned serious.

"Global Crisis Worsens as Level 1500 Villain Terrorizes Cities Worldwide."

"Heroes Struggle to Contain the Invasion of Monsters from the Earth's Core."

"Future Island Silent—Has Jack Williams Disappeared?"

Jack let out a deep breath. The world was falling apart without him.

He turned off the screen, looking out over the vast Australian wilderness. His time here had given him new knowledge, new strength, and a new appreciation for life.

But now, it was time to return.

Jack Williams was coming back.

The rhythmic chopping of rotor blades echoed across the Australian wilderness as a sleek, black military-grade helicopter descended toward Jack's makeshift village. Dust and leaves swirled in the air as the powerful machine slowed, its engines humming like a beast waiting to pounce.

The locals—men, women, and even children—gathered around, their expressions filled with disappointment and sadness.

They had grown fond of Jack, the mysterious genius who appeared from nowhere and transformed their lives with his inventions, his kindness, and his unshakable confidence. In a matter of weeks, he had built water-powered cars, an eco-friendly air conditioning system, and even fixed their power grid using nothing but his intellect and raw materials.

And now… he was leaving.

The Final Goodbyes

As Jack approached the chopper, one of the elders stepped forward—an old man with sun-weathered skin and wise eyes.

"You came from nowhere, Jack," he said, his voice filled with deep respect. "And yet, you gave us more than we could've asked for. We won't forget."

Jack smirked slightly, his usual confidence shining through despite the moment's weight.

"I don't forget people either," he said. "If you ever need me, just wait. I'll be back."

The young man who had given him the phone stepped forward next. "You better not be lying," he muttered, trying to sound tough, but the emotion in his voice was clear.

Jack chuckled, then handed the boy a small metallic device. "Press this button if you ever need something fixed. It'll connect directly to Future Island."

The boy's eyes widened. "Wait… you own Future Island?"

Jack simply winked before turning away.

Lift-Off

Katrina's voice crackled through his earpiece as he climbed into the chopper.

"Took you long enough, genius."

Jack smirked. "Had to enjoy the fresh air before coming back to the chaos."

As the chopper lifted off, Jack looked down one last time at the village. The people waved, some smiling, some still clearly upset.

For the first time in a long while, Jack felt something strange tug at his heart—not ambition, not the thrill of invention, but… attachment.

Then, as the village disappeared beneath the horizon, Jack's gaze turned sharp.

He had wasted enough time.

Now, it was time to reclaim his throne.

As the helicopter sliced through the sky, Jack leaned back in his seat, his mind already racing with calculations. The Antimatter Suit—his greatest invention yet—had failed him. He had underestimated the sheer force of a Level 1500 villain.

But failure was nothing more than data. A lesson to improve.

His eyes flicked to the tablet in his hands, a 3D projection of the new suit spinning before him. He had already begun redesigning it, adding an advanced self-repair system, adaptive shielding, and a power core reinforced with synthetic Aether. This time, it wouldn't just be a suit.

It would be a weapon.

A notification suddenly flashed across the screen.

"BREAKING NEWS: A Mysterious Level 1500 Villain is Destroying Burma!"

Jack's fingers clenched around the tablet. The bastard had already moved.

The city was in ruins. Massive craters lined the streets, entire buildings reduced to dust. The air was thick with smoke, and terrified screams echoed through what was left of the once-thriving metropolis.

The villain stood in the center of it all, a monstrous figure clad in dark energy armor, radiating a power that made the very ground tremble beneath him. Heroes had tried to stop him—but all had failed.

Even Clark, now one of the strongest beings on the planet, was barely holding on. Blood dripped from his mouth as he hovered in the air, his body trembling from exhaustion.

"You heroes are useless," the villain growled, his voice reverberating like a death knell. "This world belongs to me now."

Clark gritted his teeth, preparing for another round—but he was spent.

The villain raised his hand, dark energy swirling like a vortex. "Now, die."

Before the final blow could land, a streak of blinding white light shot across the sky.

Jack had arrived.

Jack's Return

Descending from the heavens, Jack landed between Clark and the villain, the force of his arrival sending shockwaves through the ruined streets. The moment his feet touched the ground, every screen, every satellite, every hero and villain across the globe tuned in.

Jack was back.

His new Antimatter Suit glowed with an ethereal white aura, its sleek, battle-hardened frame pulsing with untapped energy. It was no longer just a prototype.

It was perfection.

The villain frowned. "You again?"

Jack smirked, cracking his knuckles. "Miss me?"

The battle for Burma—and the world—was about to begin.