A distant, melodious bell rang out.
Like waking up from a dream.
Ian's eyelids twitched slightly, and then he opened his eyes. What came into view was a snow-white ceiling, gray-white, cold, and with a metallic feel. This was the medical room of the Justice League's underground base, and also the place where he had been forced to sleep anywhere.
Returning from the Marvel Universe, Ian was still pondering the conflict between Morgan Stark and reality, while inside the room, the Flash, who had been anxiously waiting for over half an hour and was practically bursting with urgency, hurriedly exclaimed, "Thank God! Ian!"
You're alive again!
"You're still Ian, right? Not some other person's soul in Ian's body?" The Flash Barry Allen, was still circling around Ian rapidly.
His speed was so fast that he almost left a blur in the air. His face was filled with worry and tension, as if he were on guard at any moment, in case Ian, who had been possessed by the mysterious Dream Boy, suddenly made a move.
"No, no, I need to confirm whether his consciousness has been damaged or his brain has been contaminated or corrupted. I need the assistance of Wells University and S.T.A.R. Labs."
As he spoke.
While maintaining his speed, The Flash also grabbed the communication equipment from the Batcave. He kept running, Ian's eyes could barely keep up with his movements.
Without the pressure of Outer Universe, the Flash not only regained his Zoom, but also became much faster than before due to the weight training he had undergone in recent days.
"Uncle Barry, can't you control your legs?" Ian was having a hard time keeping up with the Flash's movements; his eyes...
A red afterimage spun wildly in front of him.
The speed was so fast that it almost felt like Superman.
"If you can't control them, you can tie them up. Trust me, free-range legs won't run faster than captive legs." Ian's tone was as sincere as if he were discussing pet ownership.
He does indeed possess two Speed Force legs.
"Such a foul mouth! Fine, fine, great, you're still you." Barry Allen's expression froze for a moment, and his spinning afterimage suddenly came to a stop.
It stopped directly in front of Ian.
His face revealed a deep anxiety.
" Ian —do you have any—bad feelings?" Barry Allen waved his hands in front of Ian, his voice extremely low as if afraid of being overheard. He remained cautious, glancing every now and then at Superman, who stood motionless like an ancient Greek statue by the hospital bed not far away.
"A tiny bit."
Ian looked at Barry, who seemed off, with some suspicion. He suspected that Barry might think he had some rare and strange disease, like " Sleeping Beauty," because of his habit of sleeping anywhere.
"W-What do you feel?!"
The Flash's pupils contracted sharply, and he tensed up like a taut string. He stared intently at the boy in front of him, his expression tense and worried, only to see the boy painfully touching his stomach.
"I dreamt I ordered a pizza using my friend's credit card, and it hasn't arrived yet. Then I woke up, and now I'm starving. Do you think there are still any wild burritos out in Gotham at this hour?"
"Perhaps I should visit my die-hard fans; they'd surely be willing to treat me to a delicious, albeit poisoned, pasta dish. Hopefully, they'll be generous with the amount of super-toxic chemical seasonings they add."
Ian swallowed hard.
His tone carried a longing for food.
After all, he's still at an age where he needs to grow.
Including his time in the Marvel, Ian has gone more than ten hours without eating. He even vomited a few times during his fight with Cthulhu, so describing his current state as being starving is no exaggeration.
"..."
Barry Allen had developed the good habit of not asking Ian how outrageous his recipes were; he simply watched as Ian began rummaging through Batman's Batcave.
"Coo coo coo~"
Ian's stomach let out a loud protest. He rubbed his rumbling belly as he rummaged through the Batcave, looking like a starving ghost crawling out of Hell.
"Has my dad still not woken up?" Ian was also concerned about Superman and Batman's situation. An hour had passed since Superman started touching Batman's pectoral muscles and wouldn't let go.
He guessed that his idealistic father had awakened some kind of idealistic ability again.
"He woke up once, but to save Bruce, he took the tools and transformed back into his current form." The Flash's response confirmed Ian's guess.
Barry Allen didn't want to say much about what tools Superman brought to rescue Bruce, as he felt Ian would be resistant and panicked by Batman's collection of many young boys' blood.
"Trust my dad, he can save anything." Ian decided to give his dad another boost of faith, unaware that the Flash was simultaneously feeling offended.
"...
The Flash felt Ian was dissing him, as he often couldn't save everything in time. Under his watchful eye, Ian had already opened Batman's doomsday food storage warehouse.
There's absolutely no need to try the password.
Because you can just bite the door off and eat it.
[ Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience +11]
Metallic substances in the physical world do not provide Ian with experience points for [ Savage Tyrant ], but a small amount of experience points for [ Entropy Annihilation Lord ] can be drawn from them.
Because the alloy devices here are quite special, although it's only an eleven-point increase in experience points, it's actually a very high experience point gain efficiency for metallic materials.
This is also why Ian doesn't usually like to chew on door panels. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't chew on the Gates of Heaven before, Ian felt that the experience points from that thing would definitely be plentiful.
They gnawed a large hole in the iron gate.
The Flash genuinely believed Ian was hungry.
"I'm not worried about your father, I'm only worried about you. To be honest, Ian, is there any voice in your head talking to you?" Barry Allen watched Ian disappear into the food storeroom and begin to eat heartily, and he continued to ask cautiously.
Ian picked up a box of compressed biscuits in the warehouse.
"I don't have a split personality, it's just that my Super Brain sometimes doesn't like to obey me," he mumbled as he stuffed a cookie into his mouth.
"That's actually normal. After all, I'm almost fifteen, and my brain is at a rebellious stage." He continued to plunder Batman's food supplies.
[Detected and absorbed a deadly toxin, Savage Tyrant experience points +12]
Every now and then.
Ian would then hear a system notification. Clearly, Batman's food supplies were sourced from Schrödinger.
No one knows whether Batman has poisoned them until they eat it.
This is typical of the man with the most severe persecution complex in Gotham. As for toxins and such, Ian doesn't seem to care.
He even actively seeks out chemical substances.
Inside the dangerous goods warehouse, which was "unknown" who had broken into, Ian scavenged a large quantity of various dangerous chemicals, but he used them all as a beverage to help him swallow compressed biscuits.
[ Savage Tyrant Experience Points +260]
[ Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience +39]
[ Savage Tyrant Experience Points +230]
[ Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience +39]
[ Savage Tyrant Experience Points +185]
[ Entropy Annihilation Lord Lv11 (1750/10240)]
Ian took a sip of Sun Soup and a sip of Chemical Enhancement Potion, and not only was he full and satisfied, but his experience points were also increasing rapidly. However, the digestion and absorption of Sun Soup was clearly not as good as that of Chemical Enhancement Serum.
He quickly reached his daily dose of Sun Soup saturation. Ian glanced at the unchanging, slumbering Ancient God in the cup, and he was confident that this bowl of soup made by the Ancient God would be enough for him to drink until he grew up.
"There are so many chemicals, I have to take them whether I can or not." Ian found quite a few Superman Drug, as well as other medications. He already knew that his cunning Uncle Bruce was lying when he said the powerful drugs were gone. Yes, Ian knew that Uncle Bruce had never told the truth before; it's so easy to spot liars like him.
"If there's so much stock in just one Batcave, I can't even imagine what's in ten, a hundred, or a thousand Batcave." Ian, while helping Uncle Bruce clear out the old stock, couldn't help but speculate and connect the dots—there must be plenty more stock elsewhere.
Batman's stuff is way better than Luthor's.
[You have upgraded.]
[ Savage Tyrant 1v11 (1321/10240)]
[Strength: 401-406]
[Constitution: 419-422]
[Intelligence: 40.7-40.8]
[Mental Strength: 155-156]
As a beginner-level profession, the improvement it brings isn't significant, but it's better than nothing. Ian knows that it probably won't be long before he can upgrade [ Savage Tyrant ] to [ Merciless Conqueror ].
No rush.
Take your time.
Compared to other classes that become the ultimate class from the start, the advancement modes of [ Savage Tyrant ] and [ Berserker ] are not bad either.
Because they will receive an extra set of benefits when they advance, which are not available in the ultimate class.
"We can't finish it, we simply can't finish it." Ian had overestimated his appetite and underestimated Batman's "fear of insufficient firepower" in various forms.
He didn't want to take the medicine with him, but if he missed this opportunity, who knew when he'd find another chance? He packed up the unfinished potion.
Ian also walked out of Batman's warehouse.
"Do you want to take a few bites out of Bruce's vehicle too?" The Flash witnessed the entire story from beginning to end, and his Little Black Batman nature, perhaps revealing its Little Black side for the first time, was exposed here.
Unfortunately, Ian doesn't really like eating metal.
"No way, it's not nutritious, just pure junk food." Ian only ate the door earlier to save trouble. Who would eat a door when there are other high-value, high-nutrition foods available?
The boy looked at The Flash with the eyes one would give someone who'd seen a mental patient.
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The Flash eventually realized he couldn't keep up with Ian's train of thought. However, seeing Ian alive and well, and not possessed, the older, single hero breathed a sigh of relief.
"Actually, I feel I have to confess. Before, due to my negligence, the contaminant on my body escaped from my body and entered yours when I wasn't paying attention."
The Flash isn't one to shy away from responsibility. He felt that although Ian seemed to be in good spirits, he still needed to be honest about the mess he had made.
The air fell silent for a second.
Ian did not show the anger or surprise he had expected.
"I knew it! It was Uncle Barry's gift!" The boy exclaimed with sudden realization, and patted Batman's forehead on the hospital bed.
He gradually pieced together the situation and realized that his sudden awakening of a new profession was not, as he had previously thought, a system giving him freebies.
Instead, The Flash gave him a big gift.
"Grateful!"
Ian bowed deeply at a 36-degree angle.
"Ah?"
Barry was completely bewildered by Ian's reaction. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "So you're not just okay?"
And they even completely eliminated that source of pollution?
The Flash couldn't help but recall the mysterious Dream Boy. Now it seemed the boy wasn't actually faking it. Superman and Batman's use of Ian's blood to combat the contamination was indeed a wise move.
This teenager was clearly even more sinister than the sources of pollution.
"It's not completely digested, only 95% has been digested, and the remaining 5% is still being digested." Ian looked at the system panel in his mind.
[ Extra Dimension ] New data parsing progress: 95%.
This is much slower than the last time he digested the world fragments contained in [Warcraft Titan ]. This is related to Ian not being strong enough, and also to the fact that the universe inside Flash's body is probably quite large.
"That's just how we Kryptonian are." Ian the Flash speechless, mouth agape, hesitant to speak, Ian preemptively sealed the deal, preventing the other from questioning his lineage.
"...
What else could the Flash say? He glanced at Superman, who could hear other people's thoughts not far away, and could only convince himself that it was better to believe this explanation.
The Kent family is strange.
There's no way they might not be human at all.
The Flash decided to take this theory with him to his grave.
"Uncle Barry, we have to find a way to help my dad." Ian, having eaten and drunk his fill and regained his strength, naturally wanted to find something to do. However, as he looked through the skill list in his mind, he couldn't find any skills that could invade someone else's soul. The [ Mutation Overlord ] Skill Tree did have Professor X's abilities.
However.
This skill requires level 10 to learn.
What method?
Judging from Ian's expression, the Flash roughly guessed that Ian already had a plan in mind. He asked curiously, and the boy showed an eager expression.
"Perhaps you can take me running into Batman's dream world, or you can become idealistic and run wherever you want; as long as you have a destination in your heart, you will definitely reach it."
Ian attempted to modify The Flash.
However, Barry Allen didn't seem to trust him much.
"Can the Speed Force really do something like that?"
This guy actually looked suspicious and had no trust in Ian's [ Idealism Theory ] whatsoever.
"Of course!" Ian began his manipulative pitch with earnestness, " The Speed Force is one of the strongest forces in the universe! As long as you believe it enough..."
It will never let Speedster down!
His words carried an inspiring tone.
The Flash was deeply moved by Ian's words.
My blood is boiling.
I could even feel the Speed Force surging within me.
"Then I'll give it a try." Barry Allen took a deep breath, assumed a starting position—then suddenly froze, his entire movement as if it had been paused.
"What's wrong?"
Ian tilted his head.
"Forehead.-"
Barry's expression gradually turned strange.
It was as if I had heard some incredible sound.
"I... I'm hallucinating again."
He hesitated for a moment before responding to Ian.
"Have you been contaminated again?" Ian, somewhat surprised. If it were anyone else who had been contaminated repeatedly, he would have thought that person was unlucky.
However, if it's The Flash, there's no need to be surprised.
The fact that people in the Justice League who are constantly getting banned speaks volumes about their talent.
"No, I haven't been contaminated. I haven't been invaded or contaminated by Outer Universe." Barry Allen didn't want to be locked in the cage anymore, so he quickly denied it.
"It's the Speed Force —it's talking to me."
The Flash hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
His expression became even more complicated.
"Ha?"
This was somewhat unexpected by Ian.
"It said it couldn't do that kind of thing, and told me not to try it blindly, and not to be led astray by your influence—" The Flash looked at Ian with a look of shock.
In the hallucination he experienced after using the Speed Force, he clearly felt the Speed Force's fear of Ian. Even the youngest son of the Kent Family thought the Speed Force was a strange thing!
"You believe in the Speed Force but not me? The Speed Force is nothing but a bunch of idealistic nonsense! Uncle Barry is really distant from me!" Ian sighed, feeling quite frustrated.
Barry was taken aback by what he said.
For a moment, I didn't know how to respond.
He is Speedster.
Of course we should believe in the Speed Force!
"Perhaps we can try another approach."
Seeing that Ian seemed unwilling to give up, Barry Allen, who had just been reprimanded by the Speed Force, quickly looked towards the distance. The Dream Detector that Batman had tried to use earlier gave him a sudden inspiration.
"Actually, Batman has already built a new dream-detecting machine. We can modify it slightly to allow Superman to observe Bruce's dreams!"
This is the solution the Flash came up with after his Speed Force flowed through his brain.
"Will it work?"
Ian was somewhat skeptical of the Flash's practical skills. He remembered the inventions the Flash and Flash team had made, and how each initial attempt was as successful as Iron Man's first invention.
It's almost impossible to succeed at all.
"Certainly!"
Barry Allen, seemingly brimming with confidence, declared, "Now that we have Superman as the 'converter,' all we need to do is get the machine to capture Superman's sensory signals!"
" Bruce's previous failure stemmed from his desire for direct observation, while we only need indirect observation, which will surely lead to success." The Flash felt he had come up with a method that Batman hadn't considered before.
"I actually have a way."
Ian thought the Flash's idea was indeed correct, but he really didn't want to sit in the lab watching the movie; he wanted to participate personally so that he wouldn't lose the MVP honor.
Outer Universe invasion is his story!
Let's try out my method first.
The Flash was a little worried that Ian would pull some kind of trick this time.
As he spoke, he used Batman's communication device to dial S.T.A.R. Labs ' number and began gathering his scientist friends to brainstorm ideas.
For the next ten minutes, Barry Allen entered a dual mode of " Speedster + scientist." He sped through the laboratory modifying the dream machine.
This was the instrument he had helped Bruce recreate, so he certainly knew it well. For this reason, Barry Allen listened to Cisco's Vibration Wave Theory while adjusting the energy frequency according to Caitlin's advice, and even took the time to call Dr. Wells to inquire about the possibility of using the Speed Force as a "bridge".
Dr. Wells certainly knew, after all, he was Reverse-Flash disguised as the wheelchair-bound man, and he possessed knowledge from the future, so his explanation made everything clear to the Flash.
"So, Barry, what exactly happened on your end?" Dr. Wells asked casually, trying to get the specifics out of the Flash.
"There's been a problem. Batman and Superman are—" Caught completely off guard, the Flash, who trusted Dr. Wells implicitly, was about to respond.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, Ian snatched the communicator from the Flash's hand, and before Barry could react, the brand-new $3,000 phone was casually shoved into the Evil God's mouth.
It wasn't eaten.
Instead, he transferred to Extra Dimension through his mouth, thus preventing Reverse-Flash from tracking him—he didn't expose Reverse-Flash mainly because he was afraid Reverse-Flash would escape.
It's most reassuring to have the enemy right under your nose. Ian hasn't forgotten his grudge against Reverse-Flash. The main reason he doesn't expose Reverse-Flash Reverse-Flash that he wants to capture him to build a power plant.
Thor can generate electricity.
Reverse-Flash, of course, can too.
"What are you doing?!"
The Flash stared in disbelief at his empty hands.
"I'm suddenly hungry again. I want to eat something and play on my phone." Ian smacked his lips and rubbed his stomach as he said this, which didn't make the Flash feel anything was wrong.
He actually thought Ian's behavior was quite normal.
This may explain the boy's growing reputation.
"Fortunately, I already have a general idea of what to do." So, in the following days, Barry, who had no doubts and just felt that Ian's appetite was Superman great that he probably couldn't support him without a side job, started to get busy. With each adjustment, he became more and more involved, and the expression on his face gradually became excited.
I believe we will succeed this time!
Barry Allen said excitedly as he tightened the screws.
Ian sat on the sofa, watching the countdown in his mind as the [New Data Analysis of Extra Dimension 99.9%] progressed, while enjoying the Flash's busy performance.
Uncle Barry is so energetic!
He sighed.
"Life is about challenges, and I might be able to do what even Bruce couldn't." The Flash harbors a Little Black ambition to be the undisputed center of the Justice League. Finally, after countless tweaks, tests, and more tweaks, the Flash excitedly announces that he has successfully created a new version of the Dream Detector.
"I did it! I did it!"
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face beaming with a sense of accomplishment.
"Now, as long as we activate this machine, we can use Superman's senses to peer into Bruce's dreams!" The Flash took a deep breath and solemnly pressed the activation button.
"Buzz-"
The machine emitted a deep rumble, the screen lit up, and then—
"[Unauthorized Intrusion Detection]"
[Explosion countdown: 10:00]
The Flash: "???"
Before he could react...
0.01 seconds later.
BOOM!!!!
The entire laboratory was engulfed in a blinding white light. Fortunately, Ian reacted quickly, seizing the opportunity to rush forward and swallow the energy generated by the explosion, thus stopping the damage in time.
[ Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience +198]
Berserker Earth Experience +34
The smoke and dust cleared.
Ian waited with practiced ease for his ruptured esophagus to repair itself before emptying his diaphragm, which was billowing with black smoke and filled with radiation. Today, he was finally getting to eat something truly good.
[ Berserker XP +3]
[ Berserker XP +3]
[Berserker Earth - Experience Points +3]
Even after he had repaired himself, he was still able to continue to reap the benefits. Ian calmly extinguished the last flame with one hand, holding the fire extinguisher.
The Flash stood there, stunned.
He was not injured.
However, it was a major setback.
"As expected, Uncle Barry, you still don't understand Batman enough. Before he asked you to help him build the machine, you should have realized that even putting Batman's stuff away for [ Fast Fast ] recycling is considered an indiscriminate terrorist attack."
Ian sighed.
His words were earnest and heartfelt.
Barry slowly lowered his head.
Looking at the charred remains of the machine on the ground.
He looked up at Ian again.
His lips trembled.
"That shouldn't be the case. I watched him assemble the machine; I even participated. How could he have planted the bomb behind my back?"
Who would install a tactical nuclear weapon in their own equipment?!
The Flash frantically tugged at his hair, knowing this was far beyond mere caution; even the word "madness" seemed an understatement when applied to Bruce.
"Don't be discouraged, at least we've proven your modification ideas were correct—it's just that Batman's defenses are too outrageous." Ian earnestly comforted the Flash.
The Flash didn't respond; he simply slumped to the ground in despair.
You can even eat nuclear bombs?
His gaze toward Ian grew increasingly strange.
"This is what Ian, the Cosmic Devourer, is like." Ian glanced at his [ Extra Dimension ], now that the new data had been fully parsed.
He also simultaneously sensed changes in the Extra Dimension.
[bite!]
[ Extra Dimension data parsing complete!]
[ The Shattered Universe has been completely absorbed!]
[World template loading!]
In Ian's mind.
The system notification tone sounded clearly.
The next second.
He then felt the previously barren [ Extra Dimension ] within his body begin to tremble violently—the earth undulated and expanded like ocean waves.
The sky seemed to be lifted upwards by an invisible hand.
The gray fog was torn away, revealing a brand new sky.
Wow--
Ian blinked.
Consciousness sinks into its own dimensional world.
"Why are you lying on the ground again! Did you eat too much?" The Flash noticed Ian lean back without warning and instinctively reached out to catch Ian as he landed on the back of his head.
"Bang~"
Something strange happened.
He couldn't touch Ian.
However, one could hear the sound of the back of Ian's head hitting the ground. This meant that Ian had lost consciousness; otherwise, he would have been able to tell from the sound that he had a good brain.
It's gotten so much bigger!
Ian discovered that the world's size had expanded from the Earth to the vastness of the solar system. Although the Earth was still flat and the sky was round, there were now many more stars in the sky that could be landed on.
certainly.
The changes to the earth are most noticeable; everything has changed. What was once a desolate and cramped world is undergoing dramatic transformation at a visible pace.
The earth began to expand.
The sky is also rising.
What is most breathtaking is that modern cities are rising from the newly expanded land! High-rise buildings of steel and concrete appear like a miracle at the horizon.
Neon lights flash, streets crisscross, and railroad tracks weave through the air; the technologically advanced buildings seem to have been directly transported from another universe.
It stands in stark contrast to the surrounding forests, swamps, and ruins that have not yet fully integrated with the landscape. The original primeval jungle still exists, and a few trolls can still be seen wandering among the towering ancient trees. But now, a neat cutting line suddenly appears at the edge of this wild land, on the other side of which lies the steel jungle of a modern metropolis.
On one side is a primeval forest, entwined with vines and teeming with wild animals; on the other is a steel jungle, brightly lit and bustling with traffic. The boundary appears starkly divided.
It was as if two worlds had been forcibly stitched together, with distorted ripples from the spatial anomaly still lingering in the air. This scene truly terrified the trolls who were active on the edge of their original world.
We've entered the secret realm!
"That place must be a secret realm!"
"No! There are so many humans inside! It's terrifying! Absolutely terrifying!"
The troll frantically burrowed back into the jungle. The newly loaded urban area was indeed full of people: office workers crowded the subway, baristas frothed milk, and couples kissed on park benches—everyone was living their lives as usual, completely unaware that the land beneath their feet had been spliced together with the primeval jungle of another dimension.
Cognitive filtering.
This is a characteristic of dimensional compatibility.
Of course, not everyone was kept in the dark.
"Smack!"
A cell phone that Ian had previously "eaten" fell from the sky and landed squarely on the head of Franklin Richards, who was looking around in complete bewilderment.
"Hiss--"
The Omega Level Mutant child covered his forehead, picked up his phone, and looked up at the sky with a twitching eye—where the sun hung, displaying a comical smile.
"How could there be such Dimension Demon God in the DC Universe— " Franklin Richards stared at the sky, his eyes twitching. He could feel Ian's gaze but couldn't see Ian.
After waking up.
The original maintainer of the Mutant universe has discovered that his abilities have been suppressed. This is an effect of dimensional compatibility; he and his universe have become subservient to others.
"What exactly are you going to do to us?!" Franklin Richards was filled with fear and unease. He looked up at the sky and questioned, but those around him were unaware of him due to the influence of his power.
"Do you want to enslave us, or turn us into nourishment?"
Franklin Richards persisted in speaking.
There was no response from the sky.
Just then...
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something rapidly approaching from the direction of the primeval forest—two separate legs, nothing above the knees.
But it sped towards the city at an astonishing speed.
"???"
Franklin Richards instinctively teleported to the boundary, raised his hand and released an invisible barrier to block the running legs; he used his own power to bind both legs.
However, they were unable to completely suppress their power.
"No, what the hell is this?!" After being baptized by the Smiling Sun, Franklin Richards had become somewhat more accepting of the idea of running legs.
He tried to turn his two dark legs into toys.
However.
The suppression of his abilities was too intense, and in the end, he could only watch as his dark legs broke free of their restraints and he ran off in the opposite direction into the primeval forest.
"Higher privileges than me? Is this some Speed Force pet that Lord Ian has let run wild?" Franklin Richards managed to obtain sufficiently important information before the other party escaped.
Lord Ian.
This was clearly the name of the Dimension Demon God. "What kind of demon would raise two legs and equip them with AJ sneakers?!" Just as Franklin Richards was filled with doubt and trying to figure out what the Dimension Demon God was experimenting with.
"That's a ' Aimless Running Ghost '." A soft female voice came from behind, and an Elf emerged from the forest, picking glowing mushrooms around the woods.
No one knows its origins, and no one knows what it wants to do.
Some say they are lost souls from ancient legends, forever running because they cannot stop, until their souls are exhausted, or they find their lost backsides. Others say they are tools used by the Creator to measure the earth and monitor all living beings—in any case, they will not attack us, just don't touch them.
The Elf, with a hint of apprehension, gave Franklin a warning.
silence.
A long silence.
After an unknown amount of time, Franklin, who had been watching the Elf pick mushrooms, finally found his voice, "Excuse me, but why do you Elf speak Chinese?"
His tone was strange, and carried an indescribable complex emotion.
"What do you mean by Chinese? That's the oldest Elf language!" The Elf looked at Franklin with confusion and suspicion. "You're speaking Orc now."
Her words made Franklin's expression even more interesting. Franklin looked into the distance and saw a group of Orc spying in the forest.
They were speaking English with an Australian accent.
On the other side...
Several trolls were huddled together for warmth.
He was speaking gibberish in Japanese.
Everything felt so natural, yet incredibly incongruous. At that moment, the highly intelligent Franklin understood, and he looked once more at the smiling sun in the sky.
" The Dimension Demon God here must have limited knowledge! He must be semi-illiterate, which is why his dimension lacks its own unique language system!"
These words were spoken.
The words had barely left his mouth.
The sky suddenly changed color.
Thunder roared across the sky.
The smiling sun turned into Sun Red-Heat Face. Thunderclouds churned, and lightning flashed like mad snakes through the clouds, making the air in the entire dimension scorched.
"Don't disturb the Creator! The language the Creator gave us is very useful! We can learn it automatically from birth!" The Elf hurriedly grabbed Franklin. She was half a body taller than Franklin, but she couldn't force Franklin to kneel down.
"Apologize quickly! Praise the Creator for ten minutes, and he will forgive you!" the Elf began to persuade Franklin, Franklin simply straightened his little back in defiance.
certainly.
His back didn't stay straight for long.
"Ha, you want me to apologize? I'm Franklin Richards! Even if the Living Tribunal came!" He tried to boast, but before he could finish his sentence, he saw the sun grow 108 hands.
Yes, one hundred and eight giant, golden hands emerged from the clouds, each holding a bolt of lightning powerful enough to shatter a planet.
They all aimed directly at his waist.
"..."
The air froze for a second.
Sensing that each bolt of lightning could seal away a portion of his power, Franklin instantly knelt down, raised his hands high, and offered up the gold beneath his knees.
Forgive me, I'm still a child.
He attempted to salvage the situation.
"Even the Creator says he is a child."
The Elf reminded Franklin that magic couldn't destroy magic here.
Franklin was speechless for a moment, but seeing that the sun was about to unleash its thunder, he quickly had a flash of inspiration and began to praise, "Great Creator Lord Ian! Your dimensional world is so exquisite! The art of piecing together your unique aesthetic! The diversity of languages proves your wisdom of drawing on the best of everything!"
"Even those two legs that can run demonstrate your profound understanding of the Multiverse!" So many years of wandering have also worn down Franklin's rebellious spirit.
He wasn't just saving himself.
It was still trying to save its own universe from being swallowed up. After a long, ten-minute monologue, the thunderclouds finally began to dissipate, and the sun's expression changed from anger to [barely satisfied]. The sky finally returned to calm, the sun reverted to its comical grin, and its 108 hands withdrew.
Before leaving, he even gave an "OK" sign.
"Phew~"
Franklin wiped the sweat from his face with his little hands.
"As a newly born human race, you still need to figure out the Creator's preferences more. How about trying this? Chicken-flavored mushrooms are quite rare!"
"And that Red Umbrella Mushroom —it smells like stewed meat! Only three gold coins." The Elf enthusiastically promoted his find to Franklin.
Three gold coins?
Franklin's expression gradually shifted from shock to numbness. He saw that the other person had even opened a coconut and produced pork chop rice. It was hard for him to imagine what kind of bizarre world this was.
"Yes, gold coins are the currency used by all races. You need to pray to the Creator every day. You can get one gold coin by praying for half an hour, while fanatics can get two."
" The Orc have a lot of fanatics, and they're very rich," the Elf said with a hint of envy. Her words silenced Franklin, who was full of conspiracy theories.
Can Dimension Demon God still extract faith in this way?
The Marvel Little Creator felt he had stumbled upon a blind spot in his knowledge.
"Hey! You sucked us into your dimension, so you should come out and talk to me, right?!" Franklin looked up at the sky again, but he found that he could no longer sense the will of the Dimension Demon God.
The young Evil God, who was also just a child, had indeed left. Ian had other things to do, and after sorting out his gains, he immediately sprang to his feet.
"No, you're only going to sleep for one minute this time?"
The Flash was so frightened he stepped back.
The main problem was that Ian's sudden leap was too unexpected.
It hit the ceiling in one go.
"Although it was only for a minute, I'm different now. I've transitioned from infancy to adolescence, and I'm incredibly powerful." Ian landed on the ground from the ceiling. Having received new dimensional data and unlocked many of the Dimension Demon God ' powers, he knew he had officially become a brand-new Dimension Demon God.
"Now—no, my vocabulary isn't that limited. I just used the word 'now.' I need to use 'now now.' Now I have a way to get into Uncle Bruce's brain." Ian's tone was full of confidence, and his performance made The Flash's pupils dilate slightly.
How do I get in?
The Flash couldn't help but wonder if the boy's strangeness lay in the fact that he could simply lie on the ground and think about what ability he needed, and then "evolve" that ability—a truly unreasonable thing?
"Of course, in the most traditional way." Ian looked at Bruce, and then a blurry and profound phantom began to appear, which was one of the most basic powers of the Dimension Demon God.
[ Dimension Projection: Can project a portion of one's own dimension into the real world, automatically overriding dimensional rules within the projection area.] Almost all Dimension Demon God possess this ability. The reason Ian summoned his own Dimension Projection was precisely because he wanted to use Dimension Projection to do what Dimension Demon God do.
" Dimension Erosion!"
As he focused his mind, the phantom began to expand and extend, enveloping his body like a tide.
Immediately afterwards, Ian, enveloped by his own Dimension Projection, transformed into a tide along with his physical body, surging into the universe contained within Batman's body.
"Is this the absurdity of [ Idealism Theory ]? Where is tradition?" The Flash stared in disbelief, and the next second, Ian's figure completely vanished from reality.
The Dimension Demon God launched an invasion and contamination against another dimension.
After Ian successfully infiltrated...
Beneath his feet lay cracked, black earth, and the sky was a sickly dark red. Dimensional phantoms swirled around him, like a flowing layer of black-gold light, slowly dispelling and reshaping the surrounding space. His presence was like a ray of light from a higher dimension, illuminating this dark and decaying world.
"Oh my god! Dad really couldn't resist attacking Batman! What is he doing!?"
Ian's gaze pierced through the desolate and ruined world, fixed on the edge of this shattered dimension, where he saw a strange space enveloped in golden light.
A love triangle is unfolding in this space.
However, Superman was not on the same team as Batman.
All I saw was...
Ian's pupils reflected a scene that was truly unexpected. In the golden space, Clark was working together with a man dressed in golden armor.
"Don't move! Bruce! Don't struggle! Relax!" Clark and the armored man were scrambling to pin the frantically struggling Bruce Wayne onto a very flashy-looking Golden Toilet.