Ian's Directing Dream

Ian knew Dormammu and Zarathos were both inside his dimension.

He just hadn't expected the two of them to actually run into each other, let alone end up together in a way that had a strong tendency to develop into an old Great British tradition.

How to put it?

Wasn't this, in its own way, fate too?

After all, Ian's dimension was actually very large. Though it was not as large as a complete universe, it still absolutely covered the range of almost half a solar system.

And even under those circumstances, those two damned things had still managed to meet.

It was honestly explosive.

"Hiss, is there reproductive isolation here?"

Ian could not help letting his thoughts wander, and under his gaze, the two native Marvel residents still knew nothing at all, continuing to develop their lives in a subtly delicate direction.

Another two months passed.

Zarathos and Dormammu finally saved up enough points—twelve thousand each.

Promotion to D-Class required ten thousand points, and both of them had exceeded that.

On the day they submitted their applications, Zarathos was so excited his hands were shaking. Not because ten thousand points were especially hard to get, but because—

He would not have to shovel shit anymore.

He would not have to shovel shit anymore!

The system took three days to review it—much slower than their previous cohabitation application. During those three days, Zarathos was restless and had no heart for work. Dormammu said he was "like a prisoner waiting for sentencing," and he said, "I am a prisoner."

On the morning of the fourth day, the system finally sounded:

[Ding! Your application for citizen rank promotion has been approved!]

[New Rank: D-Class Citizen]

```[New Permissions: Two-person shared apartment, private bathroom, District D pass, District D supermarket shopping eligibility, free basic