"What did you do?"
Just as Dormammu had asked him, Stephen quietly asked John the same question.
Compared to his own plan of annoying Dormammu to death, John's method seemed better.
John pursed his lips. "Got him to loosen his purse strings."
Stephen hesitated, looking at John, who was covered in dark energy.
He did not think it was as simple as making Dormammu generous.
This looked more like a bid to usurp the throne.
John had indeed considered doing that, but unfortunately, he had no desire to become Dormammu.
Especially when he saw how Dormammu now used nothing but dark energy and had apparently forgotten even how to cast magic. That made John even less interested.
After all, he was the Wizard King, not the Dark Monarch.
Well, not for now.
After some consideration, Dormammu chose the second option.
As long as no one was taking his position, it was not necessarily unacceptable.
Besides, he still had one advantage: eternal life.
As long as the Dark Dimension existed, Dormammu would never die.
John, meanwhile, was a "mere mortal." Once his lifespan ran out, the Dark Dimension would be back in Dormammu's hands.
As Dormammu thought this, his gaze gradually grew cold.
Besides, he could simply wait until this man left the Dark Dimension, then send his followers to kill him.
That way, he could make his comeback without even having to wait.
"You may draw energy from the Dark Dimension, Wizard King."
Dormammu made his choice.
Hearing that, John broke into a brilliant smile.
"It looks like we have a deal. Let's sign a contract, then."
"A contract?" Dormammu sneered inwardly.
Did this naive wizard not know that contracts were merely a means for the powerful to bind the weak?
A paltry contract...
Dormammu suddenly fell silent.
He had