The Sorcerer Supreme Passed Very Peacefully

Suddenly becoming the master of the Dark Dimension, and passively at that, even Russell, who was used to all sorts of storms and Deadpool, still found it unbelievable.

Given the circumstances at the time, just as the Flying Dutchman couldn't be without a captain, the Dark Dimension chose the nearest one, and that was him.

This analogy is a bit inappropriate. The reason the Dark Dimension chose Russell is because only he could be chosen; no one else would have been able to make a difference.

The moment Russell killed Dormammu was a transition of power between the old and new dimensional rulers. If Dormammu had given up voluntarily, everything would have been different, but he was defeated in a headstrong contest.

"Seriously, this kind of thing still happens? The dimensional beings have no morals at all..."

Russell uttered a few words of reflection, then raised his hand and made a sweeping motion in the void. In an instant, a surging dark current rolled endlessly, and a decaying planet in the distance was cleaved in two by an invisible force, the cut surface as smooth as a mirror.

Having replaced Dormammu as the Dark Lord of the Dark Dimension, Russell naturally controlled everything in this world, but the difference between him and Dormammu was obvious; he was practically a younger brother.

It's not that Russell is too weak...

Okay, he is indeed a little bit weak!

But the most important and crucial reason is that the Dark Dimension is not what it used to be. Rampaged by Russell 'Phoenix Force, less than a tenth of the rules that supported that power remained, consequently weakening the Dimensional Lord's strength.

My heart aches so much!

Russell clutched his chest, feeling Dormammu's anguish—no, his anguish was amplified, because he was the one who destroyed the Dark Dimension.

The last time he felt this heartache was when he lost 200 yuan!

"Dormammu spent countless years developing the Dark Dimension to its previous size through continuous devouring; it would have taken me even longer..."

Russell shook his head and sighed. What's done is done, and regretting it now would only cause more trouble, so it was better not to think about it.

From another perspective, he seized the Dark Dimension as spoils of war, exchanging a one-time Phoenix Force for a continuous stream of Dark Force, which was already an unexpected bonus. One shouldn't be too greedy.

To make the Dark Dimension powerful, the only way is to devour other dimensions—a simple, brutal, and inexplicable method. However, this takes far too long, often measured in millennia. Russell can't afford to cultivate this field, and he won't waste his time here.

"I wonder if there's a group for veteran players in the Dark Dimension would have been swallowed up by now.

Another way to rapidly increase one's power is to learn from Dormammu, abandon his physical body, and merge with the Dark Dimension. In this way, Russell would instantly become a powerful figure at the level of a single universe.

Considering that the Dark Dimension was destroyed by the Phoenix Force, his power after fusion is about 0.05 Dormammu, which is at the bottom level of a single universe.

Even so, this is the power that countless people dream of!

However, Russell still gave up, not because he was reluctant to part with his muscular physique. A man can be ruthless to himself, and he might as well throw away his physical body.

The key point is that even if he throws it away, his single-universe-level power can only be used to wreak havoc in the Marvel Universe and cannot be brought back to the real world. To think that he can use it in other worlds is simply wishful thinking.

The system's explanation is simple: the box theory!

The two earliest worlds Russell experienced, 'Subway Surfers' and 'Temple Run', were like matchboxes; 'Assassin Alliance' and 'The Bodyguard' were like urns; 'I, Robot' was like a set-top box; and the Marvel Universe, when converted to size, is like a shipping container.

Despite their varying sizes, the boxes in the Marvel Universe are all independent, equal, and do not interfere with each other. No matter how big a box is, it can only be the eldest brother, not the head of the household.

Similarly, it can be proven that the Dark Dimension is a space outside the Marvel Universe Multiverse and can never escape the box of the Marvel Universe.

Once Russell leaves the Marvel Universe, he will be unable to communicate with the Dark Dimension and will only be able to use the power stored in the Dark Marks.

Moreover, even in the Marvel Universe, merging with the Dark Dimension would still do more harm than good!

First, once the Dark Dimension is merged, it becomes extremely difficult to give it up.

Then bring Dormammu out and whip his corpse. If Russell merges with the Dark Dimension, and one day encounters the Phoenix Force or is devoured by Dimensional Demon God, Dormammu will suffer the same fate.

Secondly, after the fusion, landing on Earth would also be a troublesome matter.

Either he could send a clone to Earth, or he could invade the dimension where Earth is located. This... even if we keep bringing Dormammu out to whip his corpse, this guy has never succeeded.

Earth possesses infinite possibilities, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it the center of the Marvel Universe. Merging with the Dark Dimension and giving up the freedom to move around on Earth would be like picking up a sesame seed and losing a watermelon.

"So, after all that, all I got was a black power bank..."

As Russell spoke, a pair of jet-black wings unfurled from his back. He continued to extract energy, and the black wings multiplied into three pairs. With a single gesture, a greatsword of black light materialized.

"Tsk, it smells delicious!"

Kamar-Taj!

The only passage on Earth connecting to the edge of the Dark Dimension is here, and it is the only way back to Earth. It will be gone in the future. Once Russell establishes a new connection point at the Hydra Base, he will be able to freely enter and exit the Dark Dimension without having to pass through Kamar-Taj.

As the newly crowned ruler of the Dark Dimension, Russell could barely be considered a half- Dimensional Demon God. He was well aware that he had become one of the sources of danger to Earth, no longer the minor troublemakers like the former Hydra leader. Unsure of the Sorcerer Supreme's attitude, he walked on tiptoe through the wooden corridor.

"Master Russell, we've finally waited for you to come out."

Just as he was about to see the gate, a call came from behind him. Russell's heart skipped a beat. The voice didn't sound like the Sorcerer Supreme. He turned around and looked.

A monk with slightly graying temples and a goatee strode over, bowed politely to Russell, and performed the Kamar-Taj ritual of greeting between monks.

Russell returned the greeting. "May I ask your name, sir?"

"My name is Ding Yi."

"Master Ding Yi!"

Russell looked the sorcerer up and down. He looked somewhat familiar; he had met him before at Kamar-Taj. But the name was too suggestive, like a secondary account of the Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme.

"Master Russell, I have a letter here. The Sorcerer Supreme asked me to give it to you." Ding Yi took out a magical letter from his sleeve and handed it to Russell.

"The Supreme Mage can just say no to anything, why do you still write a letter?" Russell asked in confusion, "Is he going to fight against the Dimensional Demon God again?"

Upon hearing this, Ding Yi's eyes reddened, and he wiped away his tears with his sleeve. "Master Russell, you were fighting against the demon god in the dimensional space, unaware... that the Sorcerer Supreme has passed away."

"Ha!?"

Russell chuckled, "Master Ding Yi, don't talk nonsense. I know the Sorcerer Supreme has a terrible temper, but what you're saying... I also often wish the Sorcerer Supreme a peaceful death. Just think it in your heart, don't say it out loud!"

Upon hearing this, Ding Yi's lips twitched. He glanced at Russell speechlessly, then turned and stood to the side with his eyes closed.

Russell, feeling awkward, opened the letter and began to read it.

[Master Russell, by the time you read this letter, I will have already gone to join the Eternity...]

"Holy crap, is this for real? Is it really that exciting?!"

Russell gasped, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information; the very first line had stunned him. He hurriedly asked, "Master Ding Yi, tell me the truth, is this a prank by the Sorcerer Supreme?"

Ding Yi sighed, "Master Russell, I understand your grief, but it is indeed true. The Sorcerer Supreme passed away three days ago. It wasn't an Astral Projection magic; he foresaw his impending death and informed us in advance."

Sadness! Why should I be sad?

If this were true, it would provide me with laughs for the next ten years!

Russell figured that if he laughed now, he would definitely get beaten up. He squeezed his eyes hard, barely managing to make them red. He managed to suppress the laughter, but he couldn't cry no matter what.

"I never thought even my acting skills could falter. I just couldn't connect with the characters at all," Russell muttered to himself as he continued reading.

[Master Russell, I'm sure you were secretly overjoyed after reading the previous line, and only held back your laughter for fear of getting beaten up...]

"..."

Russell remained silent, confirming that the letter was indeed written by the Sorcerer Supreme, its words filled with a Deadman irritating tone.

Out of caution, he looked around to make sure there were no creatures resembling the Sorcerer Supreme behind him before continuing to look.

Stop looking, I'm really dead!

What the hell are you looking at!

(╯‵□′)╯┴─┴

Russell slammed the magical letter to the ground. Putting aside whether the Sorcerer Supreme was really dead, what difference did this letter make between being dead and alive?

Ding Yi was startled. "Master Russell, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing. The Sorcerer Supreme said he's not going to pay me back the money he owes me, and I'm a little angry." Russell coughed lightly, picked up the letter from the ground, resisted the urge to tear it up, and continued reading.

Don't talk nonsense, I've never borrowed money from you!

Russell: "..."

Damn, this is the first time I've ever seen someone write a letter like a conversation; this is clearly real-time text messaging!

The facts are clear: Russell has confirmed that the Sorcerer Supreme is not dead at all; at least his soul is still alive and well. Only his physical body has died, and he could be resurrected at any time.

[Master Russell, to get back to the point, death is the true meaning of life, making us cherish time. My long life has become tiresome... I pushed you towards Dormammu to test your true abilities, and you did not disappoint me. Taking back what I said before, you may lack talent, but you have considerable strength.]

"..."

Is this a compliment or an insult?

[I'm insulting you! After all, you're far inferior to Strange. He possesses many admirable qualities, unparalleled magical talent, and he is so outstanding. He is neither afraid of failure nor arrogant in success...]

"..."

Russell's face darkened. He skipped the long, rambling, and disjointed five thousand words in the middle and glanced at the last line.

Strange will become my Sorcerer Supreme, but I no longer wish to wait for him. Sorcerer Russell, I entrust the task of training him to you. From this day forward, you will temporarily assume the title of Sorcerer Supreme until Strange is ready to stand alone!

Let me temporarily Sorcerer Supreme. You probably don't know, but I've just become the ruler of the Dark Dimension!

Congratulations! Congratulations!

"Strange, is it... a genius, is it... Hmph, I'll teach you a lesson!" Russell muttered viciously, tearing the letter to shreds with a cold face, afraid that if he read any further, there would be more content.

"Master Russell, I presume the Sorcerer Supreme has already explained the reasons to you in his letter. For the time being, you will temporarily assume the Sorcerer Supreme's duties and oversee all affairs of Kamar-Taj." Ding Yi said, bowing to Russell.

Russell nodded, this time without returning the gift, displaying the authority of a leader, his brows slightly furrowed. "Has the Sorcerer Supreme passed away? Has he been buried yet? Or should we wait three or seven days according to custom?"

"He has not yet been buried..."

"That's good. Leave the rest to me." Russell glanced at Ding Yi from head to toe and said with dissatisfaction, "The Sorcerer Supreme lived for hundreds of years before passing away peacefully. This is a joyous funeral. What kind of appearance is this, with a gloomy face? You should be like me, hiding your sadness in your heart and forcing a smile on your face!"

Ding Yi: "..."

"Also, um... remember to set up a banquet, and while you're at it, find a theatrical troupe, set up a stage in front of the mourning hall, and have them perform for three days and three nights. We shouldn't be saving money at a time like this! Oh well, the Sorcerer Supreme owes me money anyway, so I'll cover it all!"

Ding Yi the cold sweat from his forehead and trembled as he advised, "Master Russell, this is the Himalayas, the secluded Icewind Valley, which ordinary people cannot enter."

"What kind of talk is that? Difficulties are meant to be overcome. Besides, there's always the teleportation portal!"

Russell's words left Ding Yi speechless, and he remained silent, unsure of what to do.

"Fine, if you don't want to, then forget it..." Russell waved his hand. "If there's no opera troupe, I'll sing myself. We common folk are really happy today..."