In nothingness.
Thor is carrying two unconscious bodies—one is his father Odin, whose soul is temporarily trapped in the body of Loki King of Frost Giants.
The other body is that of Loki, the King of Frost Giants. At this moment, this enemy is using the body of the Asgard God King, but he is also unconscious.
"This thing looks like an exit?" Thor didn't know how long he had been searching in the void, but he finally found the only place in this void that looked like an exit.
It was a giant gate suspended in mid-air, which looked really out of place.
There is no light, no sound, no up or down, no time. Only floating fragments of light, like cosmic dust, slowly rotate in absolute silence.
In the center of this desolate place stood a door. It was hard not to wonder if Thor was wondering if the exit from this Mysterious Dimension lay just outside that door.
"Is this damn door even the exit?" Thor knocked on the Bronze Gate floating in the void with Mjolnir. The ancient runes on the door emitted a faint white light, which quickly faded away.
It was as if Thor hadn't used the right key. He was pondering whether to use Mjolnir to deliver a "force breakthrough" to the door when he suddenly heard a familiar whooshing sound behind him.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~~"
What a reassuring sound!
If it weren't for the murderous intent, Thor would have simply cried out, " Uncle Divine Spear, save me!" But now, Thor sensed a murderous intent in that familiar sound of air being torn apart.
" The Gungnir is going to kill me?!"
Thor whirled around and saw a golden light tearing through the void, hurtling straight toward him! His pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints. In 0.01 seconds, countless possibilities flashed through Asgard minds filled with tears and regret.
Is Loki controlling Uncle's body to kill me?
Or is it that my real father, still in a coma, can't stand my stupidity and wants to get rid of me?
Surely the Gungnir couldn't have harbored rebellious intentions all along!
"No!!"
Thor screamed in utter horror as a familiar white light pierced through the void and shot toward him, its target seemingly not his heart but his weakest point—his buttocks!
As the crown prince of Asgard, no one knew the power of this gun better Thor.
For a moment, Thor's heart trembled, but before he could think too much, the Gungnir, carrying a sharp killing intent, was already within reach.
" Ian Kent!?"
Thor only had time to catch a glimpse of the boy riding on the spear before he was so frightened that he threw the two "fathers" off his shoulders. But the Gungnir is not attracted by handouts.
Its target was still Thor's butt. Thor quickly rolled away to avoid the first wave of attacks, but ended up tripping over himself and falling to the ground, where he could only frantically crawl on his hands and feet.
"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! I'm Thor, the one you've watched grow up!"
Thor crawled along, wailing in pain.
Although the first attack failed to hit, the value of the Gungnir is beyond doubt.
It made a sharp turn, abruptly changing its trajectory mid-air, the Runic Runes promised a perfect hit, and arrived at its destination at a tricky angle.
"Pfft!"
Target hit!
"Aaaaaah~ My Asgard god's buttocks!!" Thor's screams echoed in the void as he convulsed like a frog pinned to a specimen board.
certainly.
That powerful shout was perhaps the only proof that among all those struck by the Gungnir, none were in mortal danger; Ian's judgment was entirely correct.
The only deviation.
Ian hadn't expected that he wouldn't be able to intercept the Gungnir just as it was about to arrive, as if the Gungnir was determined to protect its reputation for perfect accuracy.
"That was a slight miscalculation."
Ian Kent landed gracefully, glanced at the horribly injured Thor, and immediately adopted a rescuer's stance, pretending that he was also a victim, a pitiful Evil God who had been abducted by the Gungnir.
"Don't panic! I'm here to help you! This damned artifact is too evil! It ambushed me, and now it's even trying to ambush my followers!" With that, he gripped the gun handle and pulled it out sharply.
"Awoooooo!!"
Thor was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face.
"No! Don't pull it out! Don't pull it out!"
Thor let out another piercing wail, feeling as if a piece of his soul had been torn away. He clutched his bleeding buttocks, tears welling uncontrollably in his eyes.
Ian's eyes were filled with accusation, as if he had been hurt a second time.
"No... I swear this time, the barbs on the spearhead grew on their own." Ian looked awkwardly at the Gungnir, which was still dripping blood in his hand.
He felt that the Gungnir was probably settling a personal score.
The Asgard crown prince has suffered for a long time.
Seeing blood gushing from Thor's buttocks, Ian had no choice but to think quickly. He pulled out medical supplies from his Four-Dimensional Pocket and rushed forward to stick them directly to Thor's buttocks.
"Ultra-thin and breathable, highly absorbent, sleep soundly all night long... My deskmate uses this brand of Hemostatic Bandage, they're amazing, there's absolutely no false advertising."
Ian contributed all the hemostatic artifacts he had left over, which showed that he did feel somewhat guilty. He wouldn't normally be willing to give up such an artifact to help others.
The props were indeed worthless.
However, the Wizards' strategy for utilizing their skills is invaluable.
The statement that creativity is the most valuable thing in the 21st century is not something only Ian and MacArthur have said. The plagiarism of intellectual property means that intellectual property rights have been violated.
"This is..." Thor trembled as he touched the band-aid on his buttocks? This is a band-aid?! He's lived on Earth for a long time and knows a lot of common sense!
"Don't think I don't know anything about this. This is a kitchen utensil used to absorb moisture from the surface of live fish before frying..." Thor rubbed his backside, which had a band-aid on it, and looked at Ian with a sly expression.
He felt like Ian was using him as food.
at the same time.
He also knew that he had once again had his character "tempered" by the Evil God. Because he dared not speak out against it, Thor could only stare at Ian's large, kazilan eyes with his two small Asgard eyes.
"Oh, right, our New Justice League has trauma relief. Wait a minute, I'll share some magic with you..." As he spoke, Ian shared some magic with Thor.
"This is Shared Divine Power. I can only use it, but I don't own it..." Thor had clearly been in Ian's organization for a long time and had developed several faiths.
"Uh, that's not important."
Seeing Thor's resentful look, Ian coughed awkwardly twice and quickly changed the subject.
"Ahem, well, Thor-so, this place seems even bigger than your house. Have you managed to find a way out first?" Ian genuinely didn't know how to leave this void either.
Upon hearing this...
Thor didn't answer, but silently raised his other trembling hand and pointed to the super gate not far away, which anyone who wasn't blind should be able to see clearly.
"Is this the exit you found?" Ian pretended that he had just regained his sight, taking the opportunity to bypass the resentful Thor and walk towards the floating gate.
[Encountered unknown radiation, Berserker XP +9]
[Encountered unknown radiation, Berserker XP +9]
[Encountered unknown radiation, Berserker XP +9]
It's obvious.
The gate standing here is no harmless thing; it exudes a very strong radiating aura, even satisfying Ian's upgrade needs.
"I bet any normal person who stands here would instantly die, their lifespan as short as a fleeting flower." Ian stepped forward and stood before the ancient, imposing gate, exclaiming in a soft voice.
[Encountered unknown radiation, Berserker XP +11]
[Encountered unknown radiation, Berserker XP +11]
[Encountered unknown radiation, Berserker XP +11]
This dish may not look appetizing, but it's definitely a powerful tool for leveling up. The "radiation" it emits is continuously providing him with Berserker XP!
Ian excitedly pondered whether he could move the door back to his lair and say goodbye to the hassle of manually grinding levels, while Thor, limping, walked over at that moment.
"Why didn't you answer my prayers? I called on you more than three hundred times!" Thor, clutching his backside, struggled to walk to Ian's side and questioned Ian in an accusatory tone.
Ian's gaze began to wander.
He glanced at the unread messages in his mind. Of course, he couldn't tell Thor that he had forgotten to check his prayers, as that would undermine the omnipotence expected of an Evil God.
That's why.
Ian's mind raced slightly.
"The main reason is that I recently became a believer; I'm a devout Christianity. Every time I hear believers praying, I think carefully—what would God do?"
"Although I am Evil God, I am still an orthodox Evil God. I have to imitate and learn from God's style and can't act recklessly." Ian scratched his head and showed a "devout" expression.
He then made a few random, haphazard gestures in front of his chest. These flawed hand gestures wouldn't fool people on Earth, but they would certainly leave aliens completely baffled.
" God? You want to be compared to God?" Thor was stunned, completely bewildered, his attention focused on the astonishment that Ian, an Evil God, would have such "lofty" ideals.
"Why can't we compare? I know all his tricks—playing dead and disappearing, they're really effective." Ian shrugged, looking completely matter-of-fact, even a little smug.
He hasn't been struck by lightning yet, proving that God's power hasn't reached the Marvel Universe, so he feels he can take this opportunity to give the DC Universe's God a good dressing down in the Marvel Universe.
As for what to do if Marvel God comes knocking... Marvel God is just Skyfather, Ian is also Skyfather. Rounding it off, his criticism is just a spur to his peers.
Just telling the truth!
No one could find fault with Lord Ian!
"You win."
Thor found that he couldn't find any words in his vocabulary to refute Ian's logic, so he could only give a thumbs up and then silently walk to the side to begin using his Divine Power to heal his injuries.
"What is this?" Ian was trying to figure out how to take the door away. He couldn't put it directly into his dimension, as if his dimension couldn't bear its weight.
That mysterious door must hold some treasure!
Ian, who believed it without a doubt, stood before the Mysterious Gate, his eyes fixed intently on the constantly flowing and rearranging runes and lines on the Gateway.
The patterns and lines are constantly changing. With each blink, they outline a different scene than the last blink, as if they have a life of their own, changing every moment.
One second it was like a lush forest, the next it transformed into a rushing galaxy; and in the next instant, it became the faces of countless creatures wailing, laughing, being born, and dying.
It's as if it's not depicting things, but rather a projection of things themselves, a manifestation of the laws of the universe. One glance is enough to draw your soul into it.
To become one with this endless change.
"Did you figure out what was going on? Do you know how to open the door?" Thor, realizing his injuries were difficult to heal, limped back to Ian's side, carrying his two "fathers."
He noticed that Ian had been standing in front of the gate in a daze for a long time.
"If you want a strange door to open, even my cat knows what to do." Ian snapped out of his thoughts and stepped forward to give Thor, who lacked common sense, a live demonstration.
"If you want someone to open the door, you have to knock first, of course!" Ian demonstrated as he knocked on the door, shouting into it as if he were walking through the streets.
Is anyone home? Is anyone home?
Ian pounded on the door frantically and asked loudly.
"Knock knock knock!"
A crisp knock echoed in the silence.
Thor opened his mouth, about to say, "I tried it, but it didn't work," when suddenly—he froze.
Just as Ian put down his hand and prepared to start the second phase—using his door-breaking skills when no one was home—he had barely taken out his tools when he heard a response from inside the door.
"Knock knock knock~"
It was the same knocking sound.
It was as if someone was knocking on the door before Ian did.
"There's someone here. There's someone here."
On the other side of the Mysterious Gate, not only was something learning Ian's knocking, but a response also rang out—a very, very childlike voice.
They were even using American English.
However, the somewhat unfamiliar tone made it seem as if the other person had just learned the language.
"Um?"
Ian paused for a moment.
He couldn't understand why, apart from Madison Witch and the Gotham Weirdo, there were other people in all the worlds who could speak more fluently than him.
She's almost as big as a one-year-old baby from being squeezed like that!
"Is someone over there? I heard you, I saw you." The child's voice rang out again, its tone soft and sweet, full of pitifulness.
He's clearly a deadly trap player who's at least at the Grandmaster level.
"Damn it! This house is so luxurious! The garden outside is huge, what are you begging for!" Ian couldn't help but kick the mysterious gate twice.
His complaints did not anger the other party.
"Please, open the door for me, okay? I've been in here for ages, it's so boring. Just open it a crack so I can crawl out."
The persistent knocking resumed, accompanied by a pleading, childlike voice—the other person was clearly in a hurry, so the knocking was so loud it could be described as shaking.
"Boom!"
The entire gate was shaking.
The little girl's voice was clearly very strong.
"Boom, boom~"
"I really want to go out. Could you just open a crack and let me out for a quick stroll? I promise I'll lock myself back in!"
"It's just a crack, I can move by myself, I can squeeze through by myself." The little girl's voice was tinged with a sob, but Ian did not soften his heart.
He pushed the door twice as well.
It doesn't budge at all.
Yet the other party could make the door shake violently. Even setting aside the uncertainty of where the other side was, Ian didn't think such a powerful being was easy to deal with.
Little girl?
Just came out for a stroll?
"Do you think I believe you? I get it, you're a sealed evil, a guy who's meant to compete with Lord Ian, but unfortunately, your lying skills are nowhere near my level."
"If you have access to an online shopping platform, I suggest you buy a copy of ' Lord Ian: The Art of Truth ' online." Ian knew he used this tone when he was lying to others. He not only immediately became alert, but also pulled out thousands of large padlocks and thoroughly reinforced the door from top to bottom.
There's something fishy about this door.
Even Thor sensed something was wrong.
This immediately made the "little girl" inside the gate a little anxious.
"You haven't eaten enough, that's why you can't open it. Go eat more, and then come back and open it for me. Just open this door for me, and I'll give you anything you want. Whatever you want, I can conjure it up for you." She tried to tempt Ian with benefits.
" Evil God Lord, if I want something, I'll go outside and find it myself, and I'll find a chance to transform it. Besides, I can't open this door, so just give up and pretend we never met." Ian remained unmoved by such temptations, his eyes filled with reluctance as he stared at the Mysterious Gate that served as a powerful upgrade tool.
Just as Ian was making his decision.
"You're lying, but I'm not... Let me think of a way to convince you... Oh right, this is the Gates of Heaven, and I'm Angels who can grant any wish!"
The little girl's voice suddenly became proud, and her childish voice carried an air of utmost sincerity, although her lying skills definitely needed improvement.
Angels?
Ian wasn't unfamiliar with the designs of Angels and the Gates of Heaven.
"Hilarious! I'm the King of Angels sometimes too. How come I didn't know you were Angels? Stop messing around. It's not fun outside. You can stay inside and count your own hair!"
Ian didn't want to give up this upgrade tool either, but not only could he not take the door with him, he also had some slight doubts about what was sealed inside.
The little girl was clearly flustered by Ian's distrust.
"Why won't you believe me? Let me out, and I'll show you my one, two, three, four, five... twenty-eight thousand beautiful wings and more than eight thousand pretty little feet."
The little girl behind the door suddenly sounded a bit aggrieved.
How many feet?
Ian, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped in his tracks.
He turned around abruptly and rushed back to the door, his nose almost touching the door panel.
"Say it again?"
Ian's voice was very loud.
Thor stared blankly at Ian had suddenly become emotional.
"Calm down."
He offered his advice in a low voice.
Ian ignored him.
"Eight thousand!" the little girl's voice immediately lit up with joy, "Each one is wearing a glass slipper!"
She thought she had convinced Ian.
However.
Ian's expression gradually changed from shock to embarrassment and anger.
He swiftly pulled a notepad from his pocket, scribbled the words "[ House of Liars ]" in a flamboyant hand, and then slammed the notepad onto the door.
"I only have twelve legs, and you dare to say you have eight thousand! Liar! Liar!" Ian stomped his feet in anger. Even if he included his Mimicry Spider Leg and his external Speed Force legs, he could only piece together twelve legs. Even if the boastful words from the voice behind the door were true, he had to choose not to believe them.
There can only be one Evil God in this world!
A sound of clenched teeth came from behind the door. Ian walked away without turning his head, bent down and picked up the Gungnir stuck in the ground, the tip still covered with Thor's gluteus maximus tissue.
"They're gone."
He flicked the blood off his gun and turned to look at Thor.
Where can we go now?
Thor limped after Ian.
"Of course we're going to find the others." Ian examined the Runic Runes on the gun. "You didn't think we were the only two unlucky guys who ended up in this godforsaken place, did you?"
How do I find it?
Thor regretted asking the question as soon as it left his mouth.
A glint of wisdom flashed in Ian's eyes.
Do you know what an IQ of 72.4 means?
He stroked the gun barrel.
"You definitely don't know—watch closely."
Ian gripped the Gungnir with unwavering confidence.
Under Thor's bewildered gaze, Ian began to whisper to the Gungnir.
"Listen, new friend, I know you haven't had enough yet." As Ian activated his [ Whisper ] skill, the barrel of the Gungnir began to heat up slightly.
"There's an even more perfect ass up ahead, the most universally acknowledged butt in the entire universe, and even beyond. So, shoot at it! Our next target is Captain America Steve Rogers' ass!" With Ian's command, the Gungnir began to vibrate at a high frequency.
" Captain America's shapely ass is worth your sharpshooting," Ian took a deep breath, "A pilgrimage!"
As he continued his intoxicating "spiritual pollution," the Gungnir actually trembled slightly in his hand, its tip glowing brighter and brighter, as if injected with some strange "target locking" program. It began to rotate on its own, its tip slowly rising and pointing towards some invisible coordinate in the depths of nothingness.
"NOOOOO--!!"
Thor lunged forward to grab it, but it was too late.
"That's it!"
Ian shouted and swung his arm violently!
The Gungnir transformed into a golden meteor that tore through the void, its tail carrying two stowaways— Ian used his Mimicry tentacles to firmly bind himself and Thor to the spear.
It felt like being pulled along and sped away on a subway.
I knew you were trying to hurt my butt!
As they sped away, Thor desperately protected the sanitary napkin that was about to fly away.
"This is impossible! How can you use my Father God's weapon?!" He was even more shocked that Ian could use the Gungnir than that Ian could lift Mjolnir.
Could the Evil God before us be the artifact killer?
"Um?"
Ian shouted amidst the howling wind.
"My dear believer! You know nothing of the power of the Evil God Lord!" His Mimicry tentacles began to weave several comfortable seats beneath the Gungnir.
soon.
Ian and Thor disappeared in front of the gate, and the little girl behind the gate seemed to be stomping her feet in anger. Suddenly, the "[ House of Liars ]" label on the bronze gate spontaneously combusted.
It turned to ashes and scattered.
So, did he actually smelt copper or not? And how many kinds of lives did he actually prefer?
"Why! Why won't you let me tell him that I am the Multiverse itself? He can't rebuild the Multiverse without releasing me? That's clearly his duty!"
"Okay... I'm patient, I'll wait."
She didn't know what the voice was conversing with, but her emotions gradually calmed down in this mysterious exchange, finally turning into a slow, silent sigh.
"Saintly Dark Prison Blood Eyes, the Player of the End of the World, the Successor of the Scarlet Moon Curse, the First Emperor of Eternal Night, the Executor of the Fallen Celestial's Punishment, K. Augustus, Echo of the Abyss, the Rebellious Soul Entangled in the Thorns of Eternal Night, Godslayer Candidate No. 4399, the Stitching Line Between Chaos and Order, the Incarnation of the Lament When Stars Fall, Ian, the Ultimate Idealist Superman..."
"Who would have thought that this person who gave himself such a long name, after leaving for so long, would return still a person with a demonic nature—perhaps I shouldn't have cursed him like that."
"After all, he finally... truly became a superhero."
The sigh, tinged with a self-deprecating underestimation, fell silent within the gate, like a candle flame extinguished, its echo rippling through the void before being swallowed by Eternity darkness.
The door began to seem ethereal—if it could even be called a door.
After Ian left, the door became indistinct, merely a blurry outline in the void, its edges constantly twisting and deforming, as if it might vanish into the boundless darkness at any moment. At the same time, in the depths of nothingness, countless light-years away from the door, the Gungnir Gungnir drew a dazzling golden trail.
The Runic Runes on the gun lit up one after another, forming a protective shield that could barely resist the erosion of the void. Wherever the tip of the gun pointed, space was sliced open like butter.
It reveals an even deeper darkness behind it.
Soon, the darkness ahead began to distort, forming countless vortex-like cracks. A particularly enormous crack suddenly opened, as if the universe had opened its eyes.
"Hold on!" Ian finally shouted in a voice that could be heard. Gungnir shot towards the crack like an arrow, the runes on the gun bursting with dazzling light.
The instant he passed through the rift, Ian felt his body being torn into countless pieces, each atom separated and then reassembled. He saw Thor's body disintegrating as well, his golden armor turning into specks of light. Most terrifying of all was the splitting of consciousness—he existed simultaneously in countless points in time, both a newborn infant and a dying old man.
Then, everything suddenly stopped.
Gravity gripped them again. Ian felt himself falling, the wind whistling in his ears. Below him lay the outline of a city, shrouded in an unnatural gloom.
"Damn it, I didn't gain any experience points!" Ian felt a sense of frustration, realizing he had gained nothing and felt he had really lost out.
[ Mutation Overlord XP have been calculated.]
[Based on the current health of your allies, you gain +11 Mutation Overlord XP.]
Fortunately, Ian received some comfort the moment he left the void. This was the daily settlement of the [ Mutation Overlord ], which might have been delayed for some reason until after he left the void.
"It's better than nothing! It's better than nothing!" Ian cheered up again. After all, he was easily satisfied, and this time, forcing himself to break even was a big win.
Due to the previous unpleasant experience, Ian's Mimicry mode malfunctioned, causing him and Thor to detach from the Gungnir and tumble repeatedly in mid-air.
As the ground drew closer, Ian used his Tyrant Flight ability, hovering in mid-air. However, some people's reactions were far slower than his.
Thor, along with his father and Loki (who should have been his brother), suddenly lost their "tickets" and plummeted to the ground like an Indian falling off a train.
Oh no!
Thor felt the tentacles around his waist vanish suddenly, and a wave of weightlessness washed over him. He instinctively gripped Loki's ankles and Odin's collar, and the three bodies twisted into a comical spiral in the air.
The moment this blond Asgard descendant made contact with the sandy ground, the shockwave sent ravens flying within a ten-meter radius, and the earth was blasted into a perfect "T"-shaped crater.
There's definitely no chance of injury.
After all, it is a divine body.
"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!"
Thor looked extremely disheveled.
When the dust settled, Thor's legs were seen twitching as they emerged from the pit, Loki's face buried under Odin's armpit, and Loki's soul within Odin's body unconsciously emitted a muffled groan.
"Are you... you... are you alright?"
Thor, looking quite disheveled, crawled out of the crater with the two comatose figures. For a moment, he didn't know whether to care about his father's body or his father's soul, which had been swapped with Loki's.
"I have some Liu Liu Mei here; feeding them will make them fine."
Ian descended slowly from mid-air, the void tentacles behind him retracting into his body like a receding tide. He lightly touched the ground with his feet, his elegant posture seemingly designed to contrast with Thor's image.
" Thor-so, you still have a long way to go before you become a proper superhero." Ian drawled, adopting the elegance of Evil God as he spoke to Thor, who had just crawled out of the crater.
"How can you blame me? If you hadn't suddenly withdrawn those disgusting tentacles, how could I have failed to react?" Thor was so angry that his mustache almost stood on end.
He held the unconscious Loki by the ankle with his left hand, and cradled Odin's body—or more precisely, Loki's body containing Odin's soul—with his right arm.
The King of Asgard was rolling his eyes, with a leaf in his mouth.
"My father, and my father's body, thankfully they weren't damaged." Thor hurriedly placed " Odin " on the ground, then realized something was wrong and quickly straightened Loki as well.
As a result, the two bodies collided with a "thud".
"You're setting up an upgraded version of a ghost marriage, a vegetative state marriage?" Ian couldn't stand it anymore and took out two sleeping bags for Thor's "two fathers" to put on.
"Gods above, I simply cannot take care of someone who is unconscious!" Thor, revealing his childish nature, and then continued to look at Ian with resentful eyes.
Ian touched Odin's nose, a dangerously awkward yet polite expression on his face. "It's really not my fault this time; my Mimicry ability just occasionally malfunctions like this."
"It's probably related to my lack of concentration." Ian sighed, mimicking Thor, as he was still feeling unwell from the motion sickness he had experienced earlier.
"That's because you were distracted!" Thor roared, his voice sending a flock of crows flying from the tree—wait, why are those crows' eyes blood red?
"Look! Wild zombies!"
Ian or Thor were the first to react. He pointed to a group of humanoid creatures staggering in the distance, a look of surprise and astonishment flashing in his eyes.
Ian recognized this creature; he'd seen it before in the dimensional rift video provided by the New Tony. So, he and Thor had somehow arrived in the Pocket Universe where Iron Man's daughter resided?
Just as Ian was conducting his analysis...
Thor then looked around warily, only to see that the commotion from his fall had attracted a dense horde of zombies. These monsters staggered toward them with an eerie persistence.
Their skin was a putrid grayish-green, some even revealing bare bones, with cloudy eyeballs embedded in their eye sockets, and dried blood and rotting bits of flesh hanging from the corners of their mouths. Even more disgusting, some zombies had ruptured abdominal cavities, their intestines dragging on the ground like wriggling maggots.
The intestines and internal organs made a sticky sound as they moved, rubbing against the ground.
"Damn it! What the hell are these things!" Thor was horrified, gripping Mjolnir. Lightning crackled on the hammer, and he had much more courage than before.
At least they know that if they encounter an enemy, they must be prepared for battle.
Instead of running away.
"Oh, these are snacks that even Lord Ian doesn't like." Ian's tone was disdainful, as if he were commenting on an unpalatable dish; the zombie virus certainly didn't sound very appetizing.
Lord Ian can have many identities.
However, he didn't want one of his identities to be Zombie Ian. If he became Zombie Ian, it would not only be a disservice to the city, but also a waste of his stunning good looks.
"If you don't eat it... then it really is disgusting." Thor sneered, swung Mjolnir and slammed it hard into the ground. Dazzling lightning instantly exploded on the surface, and countless arcs of electricity spread wildly in all directions like silver snakes. The zombie infants were electrocuted and convulsed, their charred skin emitting wisps of smoke.
The air was immediately filled with the stench of rotting flesh.
"Looks like these monsters aren't that strong." Thor swung his hammer, his long golden hair flashing in the lightning, a smug look on his face. He was proud of his power.
Ian, however, stroked his chin, feeling that he couldn't let Thor get too arrogant. People who are too cocky are prone to getting into trouble. He had gone to great lengths and put in a lot of effort for his followers.
"Ordinary zombies are indeed not strong, but ordinary zombies are only the lowest level of zombies. Above them are One-Star Zombie, Two-Star Zombie, and so on up to Nine-Star Zombie."
"Above that are the Zombie Practitioner, Zombie Spirit, Zombie King, Zombie Emperor, Zombie Sect Master, Zombie Venerable, and, of course, the only zombie the entire world is allowed to contain— the Zombie Sovereign!"
"This is an incredibly powerful being."
" The Zombie Sovereign stands at the edge of time and space, his body entwined with the laws of decay and Eternity. His mere existence is enough to cause the river of time in countless universes to ripple with the stains of death."
"At a glance, Causality are reversed; all beings of the past and future will be infected with the zombie virus under His gaze. He is the embodiment of the end, the singularity of zombie transformation in the Infinity universe."
Ian's writing talent remains as astonishing as ever; with just a casual remark, he sketched out a magnificent world using the " Pinduoduo " method.
His statement was quite mysterious.
It sounded very serious.
The landlord's eldest son immediately believed it to be true.
"Wh-what?" Thor's eyes widened, and he stammered. He glanced around instinctively, as if something terrifying might emerge from the ground at any moment.
It's not Thor's fault.
After all, this was Thor's first time traveling through space.
"You're still not brave enough. That mere zombie emperor was easily suppressed by the Evil God Lord. You should look at your expression just now; it was like you were hearing that Hela was coming to your birthday party!"
Ian offered a sharp critique.
Then.
He looked into the distance.
On the horizon, a colossal figure enveloped in purple energy slowly approached. With each step it took, the ground trembled.
The surrounding buildings collapsed one after another like building blocks.
"Damn it." Thor swallowed hard. "Could that be what you were talking about?"
"No, that's just an ordinary zombie with a giant's gaze," Ian said calmly. "But according to my level of perception, it's probably three and a half stars?"
He maintained his belief that if he told too many lies, no one would suspect they were false.
As he spoke.
Ian's eyes suddenly lit up with a dazzling golden light, and two blazing beams of light swept out. Wherever they passed, the zombies let out sharp screams, their bodies seemingly compressed and twisted by some strange force, and in the end, they all turned into... zombie babies. Even the giant zombie turned into a tiny baby.
They lay on the ground, their skin wrinkled and bluish-gray, emitting weak "howling" sounds, their rotting little hands groaning helplessly at the air, looking both disgusting and eerie.
"What... what kind of evil technique is this?!"
Thor was speechless, his jaw almost hitting the ground.
"[ Atavism Ray ] is a bit more environmentally friendly than [ Eyes of Eternal Day ]." Ian blinked, the golden light faded, and he rubbed his temples, as if relieving some kind of mental burden.
[ Reverse Evolution Ray: The Mutation Overlord can release a " Reverse Evolution Ray " from its eyes. After irradiating the target, it forces the target's gene sequence to degenerate into a "primitive form" or "young form", causing the target's strength, intelligence, senses, and even appearance to degenerate. The degree of degeneration depends on the target's mutation level and the duration of the ray.]
This skill is highly effective against mutants, superhumans, Demons, Angels, and artificial life forms. However, it may cause ordinary humans to regress to more primitive biological forms, such as beasts or reptiles—evolution is the glory you bestow, regression is the punishment you inflict.
This new capability was used for the first time.
The effect is good.
However, it does put a lot of mental strain on him. Of course, Ian felt that it was necessary for him to use this skill, since burning the zombies to ashes would pollute the environment too much.
It's more environmentally friendly to let them degenerate into babies.
Ian environmentalist.
That's exactly it!
Don't you think they're much cuter now?
He looked down and kicked a zombie baby at his feet, then asked Thor a question.
Thor's expression was as if he had swallowed an entire Frost Giants.
"... You call this cute?!"
He still couldn't quite understand the aesthetics of the Evil God.
"At least they don't have teeth, so they can't bite anyone now." Ian shrugged, his tone relaxed. "And look, they can't even crawl; they can only howl on the ground. How convenient!"
"That's how I'll raise my children in the future."
Ian's divergent thinking has always been excellent, and his parenting views left Thor silent for a few seconds. He stared at the zombies that had turned into babies and finally couldn't help but ask.
"Where did you learn this... this kind of method?" Thor had already researched the stories about the Evil God, and the Evil God in Asgard mythology were completely different from Ian.
"Does this really need to be learned specifically?" Ian tapped his head and said with a smile, "It's all the fruit of the Tree of World-Shocking Wisdom in my own mind."
His words were full of praise for his own brain, suggesting that Super Brain must be able to sense the emotional clamps.
"..."
Thor was speechless again, unable to utter a word, and could only look down at the zombie infants. They had indeed lost their aggressiveness, but their skin was still a deathly gray, and their eyes were cloudy and lifeless; they were clearly not truly alive. Thor frowned, a sense of unease rising within him.
" Ian..."
He spoke in a low voice, his tone unusually serious.
Where have we ended up?
Thor had a very bad feeling about this strange world.
Ian then stopped smiling and looked around—a blood-red sky, rotting earth, and in the distance, the faint growls of zombies and the hissing of unknown creatures could be heard.
He took a deep breath and slowly uttered two words.
" Zombie Universe."
Ian was serious for only a second.
"I bet there's a zombie version of you here—and you definitely can't beat Zombie Thor!" Ian declared confidently, prompting Thor to want to retort.
At that very moment.
A piercing scream suddenly came from afar.
"Aaaaaah--my butt!!"
Ian and Thor turned their heads at the same time. The voice was melodious and dramatic, with the unique flair of an American hero, almost like a high-pitched solo in Broadway musical.
"No wonder he's Captain America, a former model, singer, and jack-of-all-trades! Looks like the Gungnir didn't hit Zombie Captain America; otherwise, Zombie Captain America wouldn't sound so good."
Ian immediately pulled out a band-aid and ran towards the direction of the sound. There he saw Captain America lying on the ground, grieving, after being shot in the buttocks by the Gungnir.
The Gungnir was precisely embedded in the center of his firm, round buttocks.
Gwen was frantically trying to pull out his gun.
With each exertion, Captain America let out an even louder scream.
"Gently! Gently! This is a human butt, not Vibranium butt!"
Captain America was in so much pain that he pounded the ground.
However, judging from his strong voice, the injury wasn't serious. Under Ian's instigation, the Gungnir wasn't as temperamental as before, and he knew how to control his strength when striking.
"I'm trying! But the gun is stuck too deep!"
Gwen bit her lip and pulled sharply.
"Aww!!"
Captain America's scream startled even more Blood-Eyed Crow into flight.
" Gwen, I knew you were Ingolei, the one most like my quasi-believer!" Ian rushed over and knelt on one knee in Gwen's panicked gaze. He first took out a spray bottle from his pocket, labeled " High-Potency Butt Repair Ointment (Strawberry Flavor)," and sprayed it twice on Captain America's wound.
Then, using the techniques of a professional screen protector applicator, he "slapped" a large band-aid onto it.
Captain America looked up, his blue eyes brimming with tears, and was about to curse. Ian quickly shoved a wad of dollars into his hand. "Injury compensation, Captain."
This is a perk available to everyone in the New Justice League.
Ian likes to tailor his approach to different people.
"What? So many, so many US dollars?" Captain America changed instantly. He grabbed the banknotes, counted them, and smiled as brightly as a child seeing an ice cream truck.
"I am a loyal soldier! A mere fatal wound is nothing!" He tried to get up gracefully, but when he touched his wound, he hissed and gasped, falling back to the ground.
Just as Captain America was about to say that anything was fine as long as it didn't involve his genitals, a deafening roar of engines suddenly came from the distant sky. A menacing-looking flying vehicle tore through the clouds, its tail spewing eerie blue flames, and after tracing a dangerous arc in the low sky, it crashed heavily in front of everyone.
The tank door sprang open with a "whoosh," and a petite figure nimbly leaped out. She wore a form-fitting black combat suit, with a strangely shaped pulse pistol at her waist, and her short, neat hair fluttered in the wind. When she raised her head and her gaze swept over the crowd, it suddenly fixed on Ian.
"Uncle Ian?"
The girl paused for a moment.
She immediately started by claiming kinship with everyone.
This caught Ian, a skilled fighter, completely off guard.