SmilinKujo

Chapter 18 – The Underground and the Rogue Disciple

Stark Tower – 10:15 AM

Tony Stark was never a morning person. Which was a shame, considering how often Pepper Potts insisted on dragging him out of bed for things like meetings, press conferences, or court-mandated responsibility.

Today was one of those days.

"Tony," Pepper's voice rang through the sleek, modern penthouse, her heels clicking against the floor as she walked toward him with a tablet in hand.

Tony—half-dressed in a...

Chapter 17 – Clean Slate and New Threads

A new day dawned over Hell's Kitchen. For the first time in years, the territory felt… different. Safer. Jack's clones had spent the night cleaning up.

Some of the former gangsters had tried to make a break for it—stealing cash, guns, even drugs from their old warehouse. 

They didn't get far. Jack's clones caught every single one. The drugs? Burned to ash. The money and weapons? Locked away for safekeeping. And the culprits? Hand-delivered to the NYPD, dropped off neatly ...

Chapter 16 – The Eyes That See Sin

Jack walked through the streets, hands tucked into his sleeves, his golden eyes lazily scanning his surroundings. Even outside his claimed territory, the city felt the same.

The streets of New York were always filled with people—some minding their business, some up to no good.

And right now? Jack felt eyes on him. Too many. From alleyways, from parked cars, from windows.

Suspicious figures loitered nearby. Some pretended to smoke, some pretended to check their phones, some...

Chapter 15 – Employment and Bus Money

The air inside the warehouse was still thick with tension. Jack tapped his staff against the ground, his golden eyes scanning the gang members who remained after his grand declaration.

"Alright, listen up," Jack said, stretching his arms lazily. "Now that you're in my territory, you need new jobs."

The gangsters exchanged glances, unsure. Then—a hand shot up.

Jack groaned. "What?"

A skinny thug cleared his throat. "Uh, but I don't live in your territory."

Jack ...

Chapter 14 – The Monkey vs. The Bear

Jack strolled casually through the alleyway, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his guide trembling beside him. They stopped in front of a metal door, rusted and dented from years of use.

The grunt nervously knocked. "It's me!"

A small peek window slid open, revealing a pair of suspicious eyes. "Who's behind you?" the guard grunted.

Jack sighed dramatically. "Oh my God, this is taking too long."

Before the grunt could respond—

BANG.

Jack's foot slammed in...

Chapter 13 – The Monkey Claims His Territory

Jack leaned back against the low wooden table, arms crossed, expression completely serious. Yao—the Ancient One—sat across from him, tea cup still in hand, listening patiently as Jack wrapped up yet another absurd story.

"—and that's why I would advise you to never run from the IRS."

Silence.

Jack took a slow sip of his tea. Yao gave a small, contemplative nod. "A wise lesson." Jack exhaled, stretching. Then, his face suddenly turned serious. "Can I call you Yao?"

Chapter 12 – The Sage and the Sorcerer

Jack let out a deep sigh, stretching his arms as he stood alone in the middle of the road, the city's neon lights still flickering behind him.

His lips curled slightly. "So, there is a Charles in this world, huh?"

He tilted his head in thought. "Well, that makes things more interesting."

Then his smile dropped.

His golden eyes narrowed, irritation creeping in. "But how dare he snoop around in my head?"

His fingers twitched, as if resisting the urge to go back and...

Chapter 11 – The Art of Persuasion

Jack sat cross-legged on the cold rooftop, his expression calm, his posture lazy. The city lights of New York flickered in the background, painting a golden glow on his face.

Across from him, the assassin leader sat frozen, his body perfectly still—not because he was tied up, but because he literally couldn't move.

Jack rested his chin on his palm. "Alright, let's start with something simple—why were you following me?"

The assassin’s lips parted slightly, as if trying ...

Chapter 10 – The Monkey King’s First Day in the MCU

Jack darted through the rooftops of New York City, moving like a phantom, his steps silent, his speed unnatural. But unlike someone who was escaping in fear—he was giggling like a little girl.

"Kekekekekekeke!"

He held Tony Stark's middle finger armor piece in his grip, twirling it in the air like a prized artifact. "I got it! I actually got it! The great Iron Man—beaten and looted by ME!"

He suddenly slipped it onto his own finger, flexing it. His giggles turned into fu...

Chapter 9 – The Final Farewell

Jack sat at the wooden dining table, his expression unnaturally calm, his movements precise as he placed his chopsticks down.

For the first time in seven years, the table wasn't covered in sad piles of boiled weeds.

No.

It was glorious.

Meats of all kinds—roasted duck, braised pork belly, grilled lamb skewers, crispy chicken thighs—each dish steaming with rich, intoxicating flavors.

And alcohol. Actual alcohol. A clay jug of aged wine sat beside the plates, t...

Chapter 8 – The Evolution of a Madman

Weeks had passed. Jack's body had recovered from his last brutal beating, his muscles stronger than ever, his reflexes sharper.

But more importantly? He had a new spell. The Body Freezing Spell. He hadn't told his master yet—he wanted to keep it as his secret weapon. Right now, though, there was only one thing on his mind.

Food.

Jack sat at the wooden dining table, staring down at the same sad meal he had been eating for the last four years. Vegetables. Roots. Grass.

Chapter 7 – Four Years of Pain, Power, and No Meat

CRACK!

Jack's body hit the ground for what felt like the millionth time, his ribs screaming in protest.

His master stood above him, completely unfazed, hands still tucked behind his back like he hadn't just sent Jack flying with a single strike.

Jack groaned, rolling onto his stomach. "This… is getting old, man."

His master tilted his head. "Then get up faster."

Jack gritted his teeth, pushing himself up onto shaky legs. "One of these days, I'm gonna land a hit...

Chapter 6 – The Staff and the Beating

Jack grinned, rolling his shoulders as he faced the old man in the courtyard. "So, Master Perv, you really wanna throw hands?"

The old man stood calmly, hands clasped behind his back, not even bothering to get into a stance. "I told you before—address me properly."

Jack cracked his knuckles, ignoring him. "Alright then. Since I'm forced to stay here, might as well make the best of it. Let's see if you can back up all that ancient kung-fu wisdom, old man."

Jack exploded for...

Chapter 5 – The Lowest Point

Jack staggered through the streets, each step heavier than the last.

The adrenaline from the fight with the kids had already faded, leaving behind a dull, throbbing pain across his body.

Bruises blossomed along his ribs, his knuckles ached, and there was a nasty cut on his eyebrow that kept dripping blood into his eye.

"Shit…" he muttered, wiping at it.

He didn't know where he was anymore.

Chinatown was long behind him.

The bright neon lights and familiar...

Chapter 4 – A New Life, A New Era

Jack stared at the reflection in the puddle.

The face that looked back at him wasn't his.

The fuck?

His eyes widened as he leaned closer, rainwater dripping down his new features. His cheekbones were sharper, his skin smoother, his jawline not quite the same.

His old face had been rougher—a lifetime of fights and cigarettes had made sure of that. But this one?

This one looked like it hadn't even seen a proper bar fight yet.

He squinted.

"Wait. Am Iâ...

Chapter 3 – The Wedding

The banquet hall was alive with golden light, decorated with red silk banners and hanging lanterns that swayed gently from the ceiling. Round tables, covered in white tablecloths, were already set with expensive porcelain dishes stacked high with delicacies—Peking duck, steamed fish, drunken chicken, all the works.

The wedding was set to begin in an hour, and the lieutenants of the Triad were called into a private lounge by Boss Lu Yi himself.

Jack strolled in last, as always, h...

Chapter 2 – The Earring and the Old Man

Jack strolled through the bustling Chinatown night market, humming to himself, hands tucked in his pockets, occasionally snatching a free snack from vendors who either loved him or were too scared to say no.

The smell of sizzling meat skewers, fresh baozi, and cheap cigarettes mixed in the air as neon signs flickered, painting the streets in reds and yellows.

Then it hit him—"Shit. I forgot to buy a suit."

Boss Lu Yi's wedding was tomorrow, and while Jack was the craziest ...

Chapter 1 – The Key, The Goat, and The Madness

The alley behind the market stank of old fish, rotting vegetables, and desperation. Jack Hou Wu stood at the dead end, hands in his pockets, a lazy grin on his face. Behind him, a half-broken wooden cart leaned against the wall, and next to it, tied to a post, was a scraggly-looking goat chewing on a piece of plastic.

Blocking the only exit, six men from the White Tiger Gang stood in a loose semicircle, all armed—knives, bats, one guy even had brass knuckles. Their leader, Liu Cheng, ...

Chapter 72: The Frost Troll’s End

The group screamed in unison, their horses galloping at full speed, hooves pounding against the cold dirt as the frost troll thundered behind them, shaking the very ground with each monstrous step.

Dorian, gripping Regis's reins tightly, yelled over the wind. "Come on, buddy, I believe in you!"

Then, he turned his head and shouted toward Tache, "I thought you said I should trust you!"

Tache, riding just behind him, grinned despite the dangerous chase. "Of course, trust me no...