Worship Me! Demons!

Ian's greed.

In the end, it forced out the thing lurking within that darkness.

That mass of converged matter was not unconscious energy or fragments. It seemed to possess an extremely faint-looking, yet in truth extraordinarily ancient, "core consciousness."

When Ian's tentacles tried to strip it away, that core consciousness suddenly made a sound far beyond all the previous dark hisses—a roar filled with endless resentment and fury!

"Enough! You've really done enough!" The roar slammed straight into the soul, containing towering hatred from being imprisoned, forgotten, and used as a tool by countless latecomers!

"Roar—!!!"

Along with that soul-level bellow, the darkness that Ian had suppressed until it kept shrinking suddenly swelled again! But this swelling was not a disorderly spread. Instead, it contracted inward, condensed, as if an invisible black hole had taken shape at the center of the darkness, frenziedly drawing in all the surrounding dark energy.

It even began to reverse-extract the portion of dark matter Ian had just "packed up" and had not yet fully sent into his dimensional space! As if it meant to snatch it back.

The duck already in his mouth wanted to fly away?

How could Ian possibly agree to that?

"Mine! I told you, it's all mine! Are you deaf or what!" Ian did not care who the power had originally belonged to. He had put in the work, so it ought to belong to him.

And so.

The two of them began a tug-of-war.

Perhaps because the other party had been driven into a corner, a huge, twisted outline formed from the purest dark energy rapidly condensed and manifested in front of Ian!

That outline faintly resembled the skull of Ghost Rider, but it was even larger and more ferocious! It had no concrete facial features, only two abyss-like