Ian's Dharma Manifestation

Ian's current highest-level class, Entropy Annihilation Lord, came from Galactus.

That probably also explained why Galacta wanted to parasitize him.

Tit for tat, after all.

Destiny had long since secretly marked a price on every free meal. Ian didn't really care about that. What he hadn't expected was that the power Zarathos was searching for would actually be Galactus's corpse.

"This also means that with each reboot of the universe, the status and power of the previous generation, or the generation before that, of Galactus would grow stronger. Or maybe every reboot of the universe is a downgrade."

Ian didn't know which of his guesses was right. He only knew he absolutely could not let Zarathos succeed. If the other party devoured Galacta, he would definitely become very strong.

Then how was Ian supposed to be the one calling the shots in this Marvel Universe?!

"Rumble! Rumble!"

A tremendous disturbance was forming.

The End of Time.

Darkness churned.

That enormous hand drew closer and closer.

It had five fingers, each one thicker than a skyscraper, covered in purple scales. The surfaces of the scales were riddled with cracks, and dark red light flowed through those cracks—that was Zarathos's Hellfire, fusing with the essence of this body. Sharp bone spurs jutted from the knuckles.

Twisted flames coiled around the bone spurs.

As for the nails, they were pitch-black as ink, sharp as blades, enough to tear stars apart.

"Tsk, tsk."

Ian stood where he was, looking up at that hand.

He didn't move.

In the palm of his right hand, Galacta was curled up, trembling. She could feel the power contained in that hand—it was the body of her previous biological father, but it was no longer purely her father. Zarathos's demonic essence was transforming it, strengthening it, making it even