The Sorcerer Supreme Passed Away Peacefully

Russell had suddenly become the master of the Dark Dimension, and passively at that. Even though he had seen plenty of incredible things—and Deadpool—he still found it unbelievable.

Given the circumstances, it was like how The Flying Dutchman could not be without a captain. The Dark Dimension had picked someone nearby—him.

That analogy was a little inappropriate. The Dark Dimension had chosen Russell because it could only choose him; no one else would have worked.

The moment Russell killed Dormammu marked the passing of the old master of the dimension to a new one. It would have been different if Dormammu had willingly relinquished the position, but he had lost and died in their contest of stubbornness.

"There's actually something like this? Dimensions really have no standards..."

Russell sighed, then raised a hand and slashed through the void. In an instant, surging tides of darkness rolled without end. A decaying planet in the distance was split in two by an invisible force, its cross-section as smooth as a mirror.

Having replaced Dormammu as the Dark Dimension's demon god, Russell naturally controlled everything in this world. But the gap between him and Dormammu was obvious to the naked eye. He was just a little brother by comparison.

It was not that Russell was too weak...

Fine, he really was a little weak!

But the main and most crucial reason was that the Dark Dimension was far weaker than before. After Russell had rampaged through it with the Phoenix Force, the laws that carried its power had been reduced to less than a tenth. The strength of the dimension's master had suffered accordingly.

My heart hurts!

Russell clutched his chest, finally understanding Dormammu's anguish at the time. No, his own anguish was several times worse, because he had personally wrecked the Dark