I Breathe Euro

The skies above Future Island were painted in chaos. Storms raged, lightning cracked, and the very air trembled under the pressure of two forces clashing beyond mortal limits.

Jack descended from the sky, landing with a thunderous impact that sent cracks spiderwebbing across the battlefield. His Anti-Matter Suit flickered erratically, its once-glorious radiance now pulsing with instability.

Before him stood the Level 1500 Villain, arms crossed, a smirk of amusement playing on his lips.

"So, you're still standing, Jack Williams?" the villain taunted. "Your little suit is failing. Do you even have a chance without it?"

Jack wiped the blood trickling from his lips, his golden eyes burning with defiance.

"I don't need a suit to beat you into the ground."

Before the villain could respond, Jack surged forward, his fists tearing through the sound barrier. He ignored the warnings flashing in his helmet—his Anti-Matter Suit was unstable, on the verge of collapse.

But he didn't care.

He would not retreat again.

His punch connected, shaking the very atmosphere. The villain staggered, eyes widening as the sheer force of the impact sent shockwaves rippling through the island.

But he recovered too fast.

With a wicked grin, he counterattacked, his fist slamming into Jack's chest with enough force to shatter mountains.

Jack vomited blood, his body sent crashing into the ocean at near-light speed.

As Jack sank into the depths of the ocean, his Anti-Matter Suit finally collapsed.

Sparks erupted from the core, and the armor plates shattered, dissolving into nothingness. The energy within the suit had become too unstable to contain.

Jack was now completely exposed.

He felt his body growing heavier, exhaustion creeping into his bones. His entire strategy had relied on the suit's power—but now, it was gone.

He was just a man facing an entity far beyond his level.

And yet…

As he looked up towards the surface, where the villain's shadow loomed above, Jack's heart remained fearless.

If his technology failed him…

Then he would fight with his own strength.

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Jack Rises Again

With a deep breath, Jack ignited every ounce of his remaining power.

The ocean split apart, as a golden aura erupted from his body.

His muscles tensed, his mind sharpened, and his eyes glowed like molten fire.

The villain, watching from above, raised an eyebrow.

"Still trying?" he mocked.

Jack smirked.

And in the blink of an eye, he launched himself from the ocean like a bullet, barehanded—ready to tear this villain apart with his own fists.

The real battle was only just beginning.

The battle raged on.

Jack, his Anti-Matter Suit shattered, fought with nothing but his bare fists and sheer willpower. Each punch he threw cracked the air, and each hit he received sent tremors through his bones. His body was pushed to its absolute limit, but he refused to back down.

The Level 1500 Villain was relentless. Every strike from him carried enough force to flatten mountains and split the sky. Jack countered with precision, dodging and weaving, but without his suit, he was at a severe disadvantage.

One mistake—just one—was all it took.

Jack overcommitted to an attack, his punch aiming for the villain's ribs. But the villain was faster.

A brutal counterpunch crashed into Jack's stomach.

BOOM!

The sheer force of the impact ripped through the sky.

Jack's eyes widened in pain as he felt his ribs crack, his entire body twisting unnaturally from the blow. He tried to regain control, but before he could react—

The villain's hand grabbed his face.

"You're strong, Jack," the villain sneered. "But not strong enough."

And with that, he hurled Jack into the horizon with unstoppable force.

Jack's body broke through the sound barrier, tumbling through the air like a meteor. He was sent flying across the world, his vision blurring as the wind screamed past his ears. His strength was draining. His consciousness wavered.

Then—darkness.

The Unknown Forest

Jack's body crashed through the trees, snapping them like twigs as he plummeted into the depths of a dense, uncharted forest.

The impact left a massive crater in the earth.

For a long time, silence.

Then—a weak breath.

Jack lay on his back, staring up at the foreign sky. His entire body ached, his bones screamed in pain, his vision swam. He had lost. He had been thrown away like garbage.

But he was still alive.

He forced himself to sit up, groaning from the pain. His clothes were torn, his hands were shaking, and blood dripped from his forehead.

"Where… the hell am I?" he muttered.

He looked around. Endless trees. No signs of civilization. Just a vast, unknown wilderness.

The villain had knocked him off the grid.

And now, he was alone.

Jack exhaled, clenching his fists despite the pain.

"This isn't over," he whispered.

Not even close.

Jack sat on the ground, his back resting against a fallen tree, breathing heavily. His entire body ached from the brutal fight and the unimaginable fall that had landed him in this unknown forest. His Anti-Matter Suit was gone, shattered beyond repair. He had no weapons, no gadgets, and no way to contact his team.

For the first time in a long time, Jack Williams was alone.

But if there was one thing he had learned through all his struggles, it was this: No matter how bad things got, he never gave up.

Jack forced himself up, despite the pain that surged through his limbs. His mind quickly switched to survival mode. The sun was starting to set, and he had no idea what kind of creatures lurked in this wilderness at night.

He needed shelter.

He scanned the area. The forest was dense with thick, towering trees, their trunks stretching high into the sky. Some of them looked sturdy enough to build with.

"Alright," he muttered, cracking his knuckles. "Time to get to work."

His body was weak, but his mind was sharp as ever. He walked around, choosing the strongest-looking trees and stripping off their bark. He gathered fallen branches, large leaves, and vines to tie things together.
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With a mix of brute force and ingenuity, he began constructing a small hut.

It wasn't perfect, but it was efficient.

Jack built a triangular frame using thick branches, tying them tightly with vines. He layered large leaves and smaller branches on top, creating a waterproof roof. The walls were reinforced with packed mud and woven foliage, providing extra insulation.

For the floor, he stacked dried leaves to make a soft sleeping area. It wasn't as comfortable as his luxurious Rosenberg Palace, but at least it was better than sleeping on the dirt.

He stepped back, taking a deep breath.

In just a few hours, he had built himself a functional shelter.

"Not bad," he smirked.

As the temperature dropped, Jack knew he needed fire.

He searched the area and found two rocks with flint-like properties. Striking them together, he created sparks and ignited a small pile of dried grass and twigs.

A small fire came to life.

The warmth felt heavenly after the exhausting day.

He sat down, staring into the flames, deep in thought. He had no idea where he was. No clue how far he had been thrown. But one thing was certain—he wasn't going to die here.

Tomorrow, he would start searching for a way back.

But tonight, he would rest.

Jack woke up to the sound of rustling leaves and distant bird calls. The first rays of sunlight filtered through the thick canopy above, casting a golden glow over his small shelter. He stretched, feeling the stiffness in his muscles, but compared to the beating he had taken from the Level 1500 villain, this was nothing.

Today, he needed to figure out where he was and how to get back.

After packing up a few essentials—mostly vines and sharpened sticks for self-defense—he started moving.

A Shocking Realization

Jack walked for hours, navigating through the dense Australian wilderness, something about the landscape feeling strangely familiar. He knew these trees, this terrain—it was almost like he had been here before.

Then he saw something that made him freeze.

A road.

It was an old dirt road, the kind used by outback locals. Jack's heart pounded in his chest. Could it be?

He followed the road, moving faster now, his instincts sharp. Before long, he spotted a small settlement nestled between the trees. Smoke rose from a chimney, and the sound of people talking reached his ears.

Jack grinned.

He wasn't just anywhere.

He was in Australia.

Jack stepped into the village, immediately drawing attention. A few locals turned their heads, some in curiosity, others in recognition.

A tall, burly man in a worn-out hat approached, narrowing his eyes.

"Bloody hell," the man muttered, his voice thick with an Aussie accent. "Jack Williams?"

Jack smirked, brushing some dirt off his shirt. "In the flesh."

The man burst into laughter. "Mate, we all thought you were off ruling the world or something! What are you doing in the middle of the outback?"

Jack chuckled, shaking the man's hand. "Long story. I got thrown here by a Level 1500 villain. No big deal."

The locals laughed—not because they didn't believe him, but because they knew who he was. Jack Williams, the genius billionaire from Australia, the guy who built Future Island. They had seen his rise, read about his innovations, and now here he was, looking like a survivor from a jungle expedition.

"Well, mate," one of them said, slapping Jack on the back, "you're home."

Jack felt something he hadn't felt in years.

That evening, Jack sat around a bonfire with the locals. They cooked grilled meat, shared old stories, and joked about how Jack had gone from a tech god to a bushman in need of a shave.

But between the laughter and beer, Jack's mind was racing.

He had lost the fight.

He had been stranded.

But now, he was back on his feet.

Tomorrow, he would figure out a way to contact his team and get back to Future Island.

Because the war wasn't over yet.