Original God plus Marvel: Meet Thanos and start calling for help

"Sir, will you attend the welcome party tonight?"

The waiter in neat uniform bowed slightly and respectfully asked the newly arrived guest about the next arrangements.

At this time, a fat middle-aged man weighing more than 200 pounds was lying on the wide sofa with his legs apart.

His face was slightly flushed and he was breathing heavily. Obviously, the short distance from the car to the house had exceeded the intensity of activity he could endure.

Hearing the waiter's question, the man slowly opened his eyes and tried to sit up.

However, even such a slight movement was beyond his ability with his fat body.

There was a hint of regret on his face, as if he was dissatisfied with his physical condition.

Just when the middle-aged man was about to get angry, the waiter, who was a "professionally trained" service staff, reacted extremely quickly.

He quickly winked at his companions next to him, and they immediately stepped forward and carefully helped the middle-aged man up.

Their movements were gentle and skillful, as if they had rehearsed them countless times.

Then, the waiter placed the sofa cushions behind the other person and adjusted them to a comfortable angle so that the middle-aged man could lean more comfortably.

Then the waiter took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped the sweat off the man's face.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the thoughtful service, and the dissatisfaction on his face gradually faded away.

"Hmph, no, I'm not interested in games that involve exposing my butt like a caveman."

The corners of the man's mouth slightly raised, revealing a sneer, which was filled with a bit of sarcasm and disdain.

The waiter's expression remained calm, as if he had already anticipated this answer.

It was obvious that this guest was still brooding over the fact that his prey was snatched away by other guests at the welcome party last year. The resentment seemed to be deeply engraved in his heart and difficult to dissipate.

"In that case, I will arrange a dedicated performer for you."

The waiter, with a perfect smile on his face, bowed slightly and gracefully, then gently handed the man a glass of "Isabella Island".

You know, the value of such a small glass of wine is astonishingly high. The expensive price is equivalent to half a lifetime savings of a middle-class family outside the island.

However, it is a pity that such good things, most of the time, end up in the stomachs of these 'guests' who have no taste.

Perhaps they just want to show off their wealth and status, but do not truly appreciate the unique charm of this fine wine.

The man took the glass without hesitation and drank it down in one gulp.

The amber liquid sparkled with a charming luster under the light, but in the blink of an eye it flowed down the middle-aged man's chin and slowly buried itself in the thick pile of fat whose depth was invisible.

The man wiped his chin roughly, frowning with dissatisfaction on his face.

Then he threw the empty bottle to the waiter, grabbed the handkerchief from the waiter's chest, and rubbed it around his neck.

Seeing this, the other waiters rushed forward to help, but were rejected by the angry man: "Get out of here, you clumsy guys."

The man's voice resounded in the room like thunder, scaring the waiters to stop in their tracks.

"Get me some new actors. I'm tired of seeing the same old faces."

The man waved his hands impatiently, as if he was shooing away a group of annoying flies.

The other waiters all turned their eyes to the person leading them, and the waiter who had been serving this picky guest had the same expression as before, as if he was wearing a perfect mask.

He nodded slightly, his eyes revealing calmness and composure, as if he was accustomed to all kinds of reactions from the guests, and even the curve of his lips did not deviate at all.

"You came at the right time. The island has recruited several new actors. I will arrange their debut performance here. Believe me, you will be satisfied with the performance."

The middle-aged man calmed down after getting the guarantee, and with the efforts of the waiters, he was carried to the bedroom on the second floor.

.....

"That's them. Clean them up and send them to guest number 748 to the west."

There was no smile on the waiter's face at this moment. His face, which was always filled with enthusiasm and respect, was now covered with a layer of frost.

The bright light poured down, but it could not dispel the coldness in his eyes.

He stared coldly at the overly young 'performers' in the room, his gaze seemed to penetrate their souls.

He raised his chin slightly and warned these 'newbies' in an unquestionable tone: "You must be sensible and docile. You must know that here, the consequences of messing up the show or making the guests dissatisfied are something you absolutely cannot bear."

"I don't care how much you have learned, even if you have learned nothing, there is only one thing, do not anger the guests, otherwise, you will face extremely severe punishment. You may lose everything you have now, or even pay a price you can't imagine. Remember, here, the guests are God, and your mission is to meet all the needs of the guests, no matter how unreasonable or excessive those needs are."

With a wave of their hands, the selected performers got on the golf cart at the urging of other waiters.

The performers were transported from the dark south side of the island to the brightly lit west side of the island. There was no communication between the people on the bus along the way. The thin "performance costumes" did not provide any warmth in the night breeze. The group of people just shivered and huddled in their seats, but no one dared to resist.

The waiter who was sitting in the driver's seat and transporting the 'actors' was also freezing cold. He complained softly and took out a 'drink' that he had gotten from somewhere from his pocket and started drinking it.

"Hey! Ford! Why don't you keep the good stuff to yourself?"

The night wind blew away the smell of the 'drinks', and the waiter in charge of the third row poked the 'driver' with the thing in his hand in dissatisfaction.

"Give me some too!"

"Get out of the way! I found this myself!"

"Fuck you! Don't think I didn't see it. That pig only drank one cup, and the rest of Isabella was stolen by you alone. The boss turned a blind eye to you, but I won't tolerate you!"

The two people were arguing very loudly, which made the other waiters in the car understand what was going on. For a while, this "driver" Ford aroused public outrage.

"See you and have a share!"

"Ford! Let us taste the wine too! Don't think no one here knows that you secretly watched the new show yesterday!!"

...

Several waiters left their seats and started fighting with the driver for drinks.

They didn't seem to be worried at all about what the young actors in the car might do.

It is not easy to escape from this island, and those in the car have all experienced it firsthand.

This is indeed the case. The actors in the car all sat obediently in their seats, as if they knew that no matter what happened in the process, they would eventually be sent to those magnificent villas.

"Alright, alright, I'll give it to you!!"

Under the coercion and inducement of other "colleagues", Ford reluctantly took out the bottle of wine to share the wine with these scoundrels. A group of people laughed and lamented that they had taken advantage of the stingy man.

No one noticed that an actor had quietly appeared in the golf cart.

Edward hugged himself and huddled under the seat, his teeth chattering. He was as cold as ice, but his skin felt as hot as fire.

The quarreling of the waiters in front of him made his head dizzy, and he vaguely saw a person sitting in the seat next to him.

"Hey, you have a fever."

Hearing the voice, Edward turned his head to the right and saw an unfamiliar blond boy looking at him with concern with his lavender eyes.

The 'dark teardrop' under the boy's right eye seemed to be crying for Edward's tragic experience.

Edward blinked.

The tear still remained on the other person's face.

[What a unique birthmark.] Edward thought wildly.

"Don't worry, this situation will be over soon."

He heard the other party preach like this.

It will be over soon and everything will be alright.

Edward didn't know how many times he had heard this, and he almost believed it.

So he closed his eyes.

"Would you like a cup of hot tea? It would make you feel better."

Edward did not take the boy's words seriously. After all, the person who got on the bus was only wearing a "performance costume" and they were "halfway" here, so where would he get hot tea?

Just as he was thinking this, Edward's hand was pulled up.

Then, the warmth passed through the teacup to his frozen palms.

Edward suddenly opened his eyes, the aroma of tea entered his nostrils, and he could see the steaming teacup in his hand.

"this!!!!"

Staring at the teacup in his hand in disbelief, Edward was stunned for a second before moving his eyes to the side, only to see the blond boy with a water droplet 'birthmark' on his face blinking at him, casually extending his right hand, and rubbing his slender fingers lightly.

A red, black and gold-patterned playing card with a beautiful teacup on it appeared! !

Under Edward's wide eyes, the boy put his thumb and index finger together, moved closer to the card, and made a 'pinching' motion.

Then, a 'miracle' happened.

He took out the steaming and fragrant teacup from the cards so gracefully!!!

"Don't be surprised. This is just a little trick of the magician. Haha, are you satisfied?"