The Evolution of the Dark Dimension

The distance between life and death had never been so close, yet no matter how close they were, before time itself, they remained impossibly far apart.

Realizing that he was in no danger, Strange had also accepted reality after seeing Chen Changsheng turn into blood several times. Constant death had strengthened his heart as well. Before Dormammu's attack arrived, he even had time to voice his doubts.

As Strange gradually grew accustomed to this rhythm of death, Dormammu, the Dark Lord whose senses transcended time, also discovered that something was wrong here.

It seemed that the mosquito he had just swatted to death was undergoing some strange changes.

In fact, Chen Changsheng had the clearest sense of the changes taking place in his own body.

After all, he had made thorough preparations before coming to the Dark Dimension. Back on Earth, he had already compressed all the Biomass energy in his body to its limit with Pym Particles, and his personal strength had begun to grow more slowly.

However, after he parasitized Strange, he realized that as long as he hid on Strange before each cycle began, he would receive a portion of his main body's complete Biomass energy.

One plus one did equal two, but if one plus one plus one kept going... then the result would be infinity!

Therefore, once Chen Changsheng understood this, he only hoped that Dormammu's slap would come faster.

As for Dormammu, perhaps he had already noticed these changes and simply did not care. After all, compared with an existence who controlled the Dark Dimension, the little bit of strength Chen Changsheng had gained was at most equivalent to a slightly stronger mosquito.

Death was like the wind, forever by my side. When Chen Changsheng and Strange grew accustomed to dying, Dormammu became the