Kai's eyes fluttered open as he took in his surroundings. He was lying on a dirty, cold floor, surrounded by crumbling walls and the stench of decay. His head throbbed with pain as he tried to sit up, but his body refused to cooperate. He felt weak, like he hadn't eaten in days. But that wasn't unusual for Kai. He was always hungry, always craving something. His addiction to milk had taken over his life, and he had been deemed clinically insane because of it.

As he looked around, he realized that he didn't recognize his surroundings. He had escaped from the mental asylum and had been sleeping in an abandoned building, but this was not the same place. This place was different, almost...familiar. And then it hit him. He had transmigrated into the Marvel Cinematic Universe, into the body of Thanos.

Kai's heart raced as he realized the gravity of the situation. He was now one of the most powerful villains in the MCU, a ruthless killer who sought power and domination above all else. But Kai was different. He was scared of death, and becoming Thanos was ironic because the comic Thanos pursued and sought the concept of death. But he couldn't dwell on that now. He had to figure out what to do next.

He closed his eyes and focused on the voice in his head, the one that had been with him since he was a child. It was his only friend, the only one who truly understood him. And as he listened, he realized that he had a crazy amount of knowledge about the MCU, knowledge that he could use to his advantage. He could become a god, avoid death, and do whatever he wanted.

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But first, he had to survive. He had to figure out how to control this new body, how to use its powers to his advantage. He had to learn everything he could about the MCU and its characters, and he had to do it quickly. He didn't know when he would encounter the Avengers or other heroes, but he knew that he had to be ready.

Kai pushed himself up from the floor, ignoring the pain in his head and body. He took a deep breath and focused his mind, letting the voice guide him. He knew that he was different, strange even, but he was also powerful. He had a purpose now, a reason to live. And he was going to make the most of it.

As he looked around the abandoned building, he noticed a broken mirror on the floor. He walked over to it and stared at his reflection. He was no longer Kai. He was Thanos, the Mad Titan. He was tall, muscular, and covered in purple skin. His face was scarred and his eyes were cold and calculating. But he was also something else. He was Kai, the milk addict, the psychopath, the one who heard voices in his head. And he was going to use that to his advantage.

He smiled to himself, feeling a rush of excitement and power. He could feel the potential within him, the power that came with being Thanos. He knew that he was going to enjoy this. He was going to take on the heroes of the MCU, and he was going to win. He was going to become a god, and he was going to do it his way.