The Black Sphere contained the concept of existence of the Dark Titan Sargeras. When Ian absorbed it, it and the effects it caused would naturally vanish without a trace.
Following the unexpected success of Ian's actions, the Fel Energy dark clouds in the sky were stirred by an invisible hand. The originally surging green vortex began to dissipate.
The Fel Energy rain falling from the clouds vanished into ash mid-air.
The small Doomsdays rampaging through the city suddenly froze in place, their bodies beginning to disintegrate from the edges, like sand sculptures being scattered by the wind, little by little turning into drifting green light particles.
They seemed to be erased by some invisible force, scattering like dust in the wind, leaving no trace. A complete, thorough disappearance.
The entire world seemed to fall into a brief silence at this moment.
Jordan.
And the members of the Justice League stood on the street.
They watched all this happen.
They were a little slow to react.
Everyone had just been fighting the monsters.
It was very difficult, so much so that they had once believed the city would completely sink into hell. However, now, it was all over—at least it looked that way.
Green Lantern Hal Jordan put away his energy-construct weapon.
He stared blankly at the calm sky.
"It's... over?"
It wasn't that he didn't think it should end.
It was that Green Lantern hadn't expected the disaster to end so quickly.
"Yes, it's over."
Cyborg's mechanical eyes continuously flickered with data streams.
"Clark and his son succeeded." Wonder Woman reached out her hand, touching the scattered light particles, only to find they were intangible and held no energy.
As if everything before was just an illusion.
"It's only half a success, we still have a Kryptonian Ancient God to deal with."
Batman stood atop a broken structure, his cape fluttering in the wind. He gazed in the direction where Titan Doomsday had fallen, his expression beneath the mask inscrutable.
"That soul who defeated the Titan."
The members of the Justice League immediately re-prepared for battle. They didn't know the credit actually belonged to Ian, believing instead that Batman's 'dog-eat-dog' plan had destroyed the Titan.
"Mom and Dad! Look at my magic... damn it, those monsters are gone." Madison, who had found her parents, had wanted to show off her skills to them.
However.
She never got the chance.
Her parents looked at her with complex expressions.
They were both relieved that their daughter was safe and shocked by her sudden "magic talent." They hadn't even had time to ask her where she had gone tonight.
Perhaps they shouldn't ask.
The parents were afraid that Madison's mental state would be aggravated by the stimulation, worsening her condition. They stared at the massive white sphere of flesh in Madison's hand, their minds echoing what their daughter had told them earlier.
"This is the new magic I learned, Fertilized Egg Implantation Technique. Anyone I hit with it will get pregnant, regardless of gender, and they'll immediately start giving birth and lose their combat ability."
Madison genuinely admired her deskmate's magical talent.
However.
Her parents might just want her to increase her medication dosage?
Walking on the street, more and more people realized the disaster was over and emerged one by one from their hiding places.
"It... is it over?"
a soldier muttered. He had been entangled by a Doomsday, his consciousness on the verge of fading, but in that instant, the existence that devoured everything suddenly vanished.
The soldier was free. He knelt, gasping for breath, looking around, seeing the street chaos hadn't fully subsided, but the Doomsdays were gone.
Not only that.
Those who had been swallowed by the Doomsdays began to reappear one by one.
As if time had reversed, and death was undone.
Their bodies materialized from the void, their eyes bewildered, seemingly unsure what had happened.
"Mom!" a child cried, rushing into his mother's arms, who could hardly believe her eyes. She trembled, hugging her child, tears streaming down.
"Dad!" another man knelt, tightly embracing his elderly father, as if afraid to lose him again.
These deeply moving scenes unfolded in every corner of the city. People hugged, wept, prayed, thanking fate for a second chance.
The air was filled with a mixture of joy and sorrow—this was not resurrection, but the Concept of Existence that the small Doomsdays had failed to return to the Dark Titan was now returning to the world upon their disappearance. Cheers, cries, and shouts intertwined.
The entire city seemed to awaken from a nightmare, like a belated ceremony of rebirth.
It was just that.
Not everyone would have a happy reunion.
On one street corner, a man stood blankly, his wife hadn't returned. Beside another ruin, a little girl hugged a cold teddy bear.
Only the cold corpses of her parents and companions remained.
There were corpses.
They were naturally the true casualties, unable to return like the others.
Their departure was the true end of life.
The number was not small.
Turmoil would naturally be accompanied by death.
A full few thousand people.
Although the current situation was much better compared to tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of casualties, the families of those who could not "return" felt none of the joy most people now shared. A middle-aged woman knelt on the ground, clutching a photo whose smile now only existed in memory. Her husband was a city firefighter who rushed into a burning building when the disaster struck, but never made it out.
Death, irreversible.
"Why us, why weren't you that lucky?" a young woman whispered, her fingers gripping a photo of her sister's smile.
But now.
She could only go home alone.
The sufferers like this woman were not few.
This is the nature of human disaster.
It is a torment brought by fate, which asks no good or evil, measures no merit or fault, only leaving unhealable scars on the world and in people's hearts in the most brutal way.
Even if there were heroes in this world, and more than one, no matter how hard they fought to save, they could never make every tear flow back into the eyes.
Life is as fragile as a dandelion in the wind.
No matter how much the heroes spread their arms to desperately block the storm, a few seeds would always scatter through their fingers—this is the heroes' lament, and the sorrow of ordinary people in a world full of calamities.
"Good thing there aren't many ordinary people in our family." Glancing at the crying and wailing passersby, Jordan looked at his mother and brother, feeling very lucky that his family was safe.
Not far away.
A man who had lost his wife knelt in the middle of the road, sobbing uncontrollably.
"My little brother said the Goddess in charge of Death is very gentle..." Jordan, who had social anxiety, didn't know how to comfort the passerby, so he could only offer a tissue.
"Thank you, Carrefour Shopping Bag Superman."
The comforted passerby replied, maintaining basic courtesy.
"?????"
Jordan knew he was clearly wearing a Walmart shopping bag.
He forcibly suppressed the speechlessness he felt towards the passerby's poor eyesight, then, after a moment's thought, showed a very forced expression, conveying a sympathy he didn't actually feel.
The boy with social anxiety lacked empathy.
However.
That didn't stop him from knowing one truth.
To be a hero.
One must learn to control their irritable emotions.
"Big nephew! Lend a hand!"
Aquaman and other heroes were helping the military and the government clean up the mess after the disaster. While the members of the Justice League assisted the army in clearing debris and treating the injured, Batman remained unmoved. He stood on a high point, gazing into the distance, his main concern, of course, being the true Doomsday in the suburbs.
While pondering countermeasures in his mind.
Suddenly.
Batman sensed a gaze.
He turned his head and saw a figure at the corner of an alley.
"Luthor?"
Batman's voice was cold as ice.
He instantly activated his boots' thrusters, his black cape forming a sharp silhouette behind him. However, as he rushed into the alley mouth, the bald man merely tilted his head slightly.
A disquieting smile played on the corner of his mouth.
"I am not your Luthor, but yes, the Doomsday containing outer-universal power was my doing... that perfect life just vanished like that."
"It truly is disappointing." Luthor's voice was low and hoarse, seemingly from the abyss, carrying a sense of regret, "After all, it wasn't meant to deal with you."
Hearing this.
Batman's fists tightened, but Luthor suddenly looked up at the sky—some kind of invisible alarm made the evil capitalist's expression solemn.
"I wish you good luck." The next second, his body collapsed like melting asphalt, turning into a puddle of writhing shadow that seeped into a crack in the wall, vanishing without a trace.
"Hmm?"
Batman abruptly looked up.
Following Luthor's line of sight.
High in the sky.
A red and blue figure was flying rapidly towards the suburbs.
Was that Superman?
Superman! This might be the figure Luthor seemed to be avoiding, and also the entity he was preparing to use the Fel Doomsday against.
"This Luthor, is he avoiding the Justice League from the other universe? Why is that?" Batman frowned, muttering softly. He had originally thought Luthor and the cross-universe Justice League were working together.
Due to insufficient information.
Even with Batman's brain, it was difficult to sort out the thoughts quickly.
...
Meanwhile.
Inside the giant Doomsday's skull.
[Received Profession Correction Data.]
[Received Dimensional Data.]
[Updated Berserker Basic Information.]
[Profession Trait Recording...]
[Dimensional Data Extracting...]
As Ian swallowed the Black Sphere representing the outer-universal invasion, the system's prompt immediately sounded in his ear, and he shivered on the spot.
This was a normal reaction to a great power breeding within the body, causing physical change. Instantly, an unprecedented power surged into his limbs and bones.
Ian felt his soul boiling.
Since he had experienced a similar change once before when he touched Omni-Man and Sentry, he was only slightly surprised, not shocked.
Once upon a time.
When he found the first Black Sphere.
Ian couldn't enjoy it, thinking it contained a large amount of EXP. He never expected that Black Spheres born from an outer-universal invasion could also bring him profession changes.
"Not bad, System, looks like you're not just strong in the nest." Ian had tried to unlock professions in the DC Universe before, but failed multiple times.
Now, it seemed.
He had truly underestimated the System.
The System could not only provide help to Ian in the Marvel Universe, but probably any power from other universes, excluding the DC Universe, could become what the System called [Absorbable Data]. Just like the Black Sphere formed from the Dark Titan, it directly provided subsequent supplementary data for Ian's [Berserker] profession.
[Strength: 284 -> 311]
[Constitution: 335 -> 350]
[Intelligence: 20.8 -> 23.5]
[Spirit: 110 -> 120]
With the increase in attributes.
Ian's body silently grew stronger again.
In fact, the numerical change was not significant, because the data brought by the Dark Titan had the same effect as the data from Omni-Man and Sentry before.
It didn't provide a new profession. Instead, it brought extraordinary future potential and a stronger growth panel, giving Ian's existing profession a subsequent advancement path. The greatest impact should be on his Talents and Skills. Because of the new data, Ian's personal panel naturally had several changes.
[Name: Ian Kent]
[Normal Profession: Student LV8 (389/1280), Writer LV4 (49/80), Leader LV7 (59/640)]
[Extraordinary Profession: Berserker LV8 (985/1280), Savage Tyrant LV9 (2145/2560), Entropy Extinction Lord LV9 (322/2560)]
[World Recognition: Key NPC]
[Talent Skills: Reverse Blood Furnace, Perfect Divinity, All Life Feeder]
[Profession Skills: Immortal's Wrath, Blasphemous Elegy, World-Burning Pulse, Perfect Divine Body, Eternal Sun Eye LV3, Absolute Sky, Contemptuous Leap, Ultimate Hunger LV3...]
[General Skills: Mimetic Armor, Ian Kent Defense Technique (Beginner), Share, Learn (Elite)...]
...
The Talent Passive remained unchanged due to the profession level, but the Profession Skills belonging to [Berserker] all changed.
Just like when he gained data from Sentry and Omni-Man before.
Ian had already checked the situation.
The system's prompt always arrived a step late.
[Host successfully recorded new data, Self-Healing Frenzy has been corrected to Immortal's Anthem, please check.]
[Host successfully recorded new data, Faith Redemption has been corrected to Blasphemous Elegy, please check.]
[Host successfully recorded new data, Blood of Fury has been corrected to World-Burning Pulse, please check.]
Three consecutive beeping sounds.
Representing that Ian's [Berserker] profession had officially been strengthened.
First.
The means of recovery, which was the basis of Ian's survival, had changed from an active skill to a passive skill.
[Immortal's Anthem: When you suffer any form of damage, you recover one percent of your maximum HP per second, and can heal all injuries including fatal ones.
The heavier the injury, the faster the recovery speed. When HP is below 10%, you will gain an instant repair rebirth from the fire, the carnival of life will last until all your energy is exhausted.
Death? That has always been a luxury for you.]
It must be said.
Just like the upgrade from [Firm Steel Body] to [Perfect Divine Body], or [Blazing Sun Eye] to [Eternal Day Eye], the profession skills incorporating new data are absolutely world-changing.
"Deadpool is no longer better than me! Without needing to find Deadpool for mentorship, I have surpassed Deadpool, I am the true Deadpool!" Ian, who was usually more pragmatic, also showed a hint of joy on his face.
He looked at his next upgraded skill.
[Blasphemous Elegy: You can, through your firm belief in yourself, blaspheme the authority of the Gods, stripping all positive or negative buff states from yourself and others.
They will be thrown into your own furnace to be burned, temporarily transforming into your power—the so-called Holy Light, curses, and fate, all shackles in the world will vanish under your gaze.]
Still the old bragging style.
Ian knew that once he obtained the Ultimate Profession Template, the system liked to use flowery language to brag to him. He didn't blame the system, as he also quite enjoyed the grand visions the system painted for him.
See?
The last upgraded skill also contained an exciting grand vision.
[World-Burning Pulse: By igniting one percent of your own blood, your attack deals Annihilation Damage equal to the same percentage of your maximum HP. Upon stacking to 100 layers, you can choose to release "Doomsday Shockwave."
Directly dealing 200% of your lost HP as damage to all enemies within the range—your burning blood is the abyss of all things, the prelude fireworks to your eternal doom.]
Regardless of whether the system was fully satisfied with its grand vision, Ian was certainly full from eating the 'pie.' He was a little unsure how this [Annihilation Damage] compared to [True Damage].
"Practice makes perfect."
Ian was not afraid to act, on the contrary, he was very good at it. Looking left and right, the boy fixed his gaze on the brain tissue, which was larger than his own house.
"Watch me start your prelude fireworks to doomsday!" Ian ignited his blood, co-opting the system's descriptive term. Even if someone wanted to nitpick, they could only nitpick his system, not him.
As his blood boiled.
Ian's whole body was enveloped in a slightly sinister black aura.
He punched hard at the surface of the brain tissue next to him, which was glowing golden-red and had completely lost its green light. The moment his fist connected, a circle of bizarre black ripples spread out.
"Boom!"
In fact, the internal organs of Doomsday are extremely powerful defensively, after all, it is the Kryptonians' nightmare, a cosmic-level bioweapon, and not like a counterfeit like Homelander, weak on the inside.
Even with Ian's strength hundreds of times greater than the average person, his full-power punch only made the mountain-sized brain shake slightly.
There was no substantial physical damage.
However.
The bonus damage was extremely obvious. The part that was hit changed drastically under the influence of the black ripples—the brain tissue was not destroyed.
It had directly "vanished"!
Like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser!
"Annihilation means this?"
Ian leaned in to observe the two-meter diameter void. The missing surface showed no signs of bleeding or tissue damage, as if that part of the brain had never existed.
This was a power that erased existence!
Even more terrifying than True Damage!
"As expected of me! If the system had a different host, it definitely wouldn't have upgraded such a powerful ability. There's a gap between hosts, not every host is as gifted as I am."
Ian was performing his daily PUA on his system, while his system liked to paint grand visions for him. This was a classic case of people with different paths coming together.
Both had a beautiful mental state.
Just as Ian was overjoyed.
"Damn it! Brat! Were you born this evil? The great God saved you! You should be prostrating yourself before me! Instead of trying to destroy my body!!"
The golden-red soul, representing the Ancient God, simultaneously roared from within the attacked brain.
Ian pretended not to hear.
He still needed to check his other piece of information—the transferred profession from the Dark Titan Sargeras. This information needed to be viewed on the [Berserker] profession skill tree.
As always.
The [Berserker] profession could advance twice.
Even though Ian only obtained one target's data this time.
However.
This did not prevent the system from showing him the advanced and ultimate advancement professions. The profession data clearly only affects the direction of profession development, it's not absolutely necessary to complete the data for a certain direction.
Whatever data he obtains.
The system will generate a corresponding advancement path for Ian.
Very user-friendly.
Ian opened the skill tree and saw two dividing lines, splitting the skill tiers into three levels, each level having a slightly different background.
The first layer had a giant roaring at the sky.
That was Ian's current [Berserker] profession.
The second layer had an arrogant, untamed phantom, tearing apart the chains of rules like a piece of waste paper, the shattered laws emitting the crisp sound of breaking glass under his feet.
This was [Iron Rule Trampler]. Like [Merciless Conqueror], this profession also requires LV45 to advance. The description states that after advancement, a large increase in attributes will be gained.
In fact, it's not just attributes.
Each phantom represents the development direction after transferring to that profession. As for the third tier, only accessible at LV90, it also represents the ultimate development direction of that transfer.
It was located at the very top of the skill tree.
It was a phantom as majestic as a mountain, with deep eyes, holding up the rotating stars of the heavens in his palm, each star burning with the power of destruction and creation.
This tier's profession was named [King of All Worlds], carrying a sense of dominating the multiverse—among the many skill choices, Ian also found the skill containing the mythic form.
Obviously.
This was also an Ultimate Profession.
One that could transform Ian into something even he didn't know what it was.
[Fleshly End: When you burn out your own flesh and blood, shedding the constraints of mortal coils, you will display your true form as the King of All Worlds in infinite glory.]
This was a skill that could only be learned at LV90.
It was one of the top-tier skills. It was much later than the mythic form brought by [Entropy Extinction Lord], which was normal, as [Entropy Extinction Lord] required no prerequisite devices.
There were many other powerful skills on the new skill tree.
Some were dazzling.
As for the top-tier skill [Rage Immortality] that Ian had been longing for, it was gone, replaced by a skill that Ian felt he would probably not dare to learn.
[When you die, if Rage Value ≥ 80% and own Negative Statuses ≥ 25, you can choose:
"Destructive Rebirth": Immediately self-destruct, dealing 500% of your max HP as damage to the surroundings, and resurrecting at the center of the explosion (retaining 50% HP)
"Creative Transmigration": Inject all energy into the nearest unit, making it temporarily gain all your skills, and you will resurrect from within that unit after 42 seconds.]
Obviously.
This skill had two options: single-target damage and area damage. The single-target damage method made Ian slightly silent. He decided to pretend he hadn't seen this skill on the skill tree.
"System! Where's my Dimensional Data?"
Ian then started to question his system. He had finished checking his data information, but the so-called Dimensional Data still hadn't appeared to surprise him.
What was this?
A belated surprise is cheaper than roadside weeds!
[Dimensional Data has been extracted and is being parsed—current progress is five percent. This data contains incomplete Universal Laws and can help the Host forge his own extra dimension.]
Perhaps also afraid of being targeted by the petty Ian, the questioned system immediately responded to Ian. It even gave Ian a spoiler in advance, fearing Ian would criticize its parsing speed.
What the Dimensional Data contained.
"Forge my own dimension?" Ian was savoring the information given by the system. He actually wanted to start cursing, advising the system to get a higher-performance CPU processor.
However.
The clever Ian was also afraid that the system's CPU was his own brain.
Of course, he couldn't curse his own brain.
"Just deal with it."
The cautious Ian chose to endure.
He had actually discovered a problem a long time ago.
The system might be gaining more capabilities or permissions as he grew stronger. You see, at first, the system couldn't even clear the so-called error data.
Now.
It could not only clear error data but also allow Ian to provide "firewalls" to others, clearly due to it being very different from the way it was before.
"Now it's clear who's relying on whom, no need to say more, smart people know what's going on." While waiting, Ian also looked at the brain still glowing golden-red.
After scolding Ian with profanity, the Titan Ancient God did not speak again. Of course, this didn't stop Ian from wanting to inhale a few more breaths of the soul dust it was emitting.
[Entropy Extinction Lord EXP +14]
[Entropy Extinction Lord EXP +18]
[Entropy Extinction Lord EXP +22]
...
Ian put his mouth close to Doomsday's brain and began to inhale frantically. Streams of dust, invisible to ordinary people, surged into his mouth as if swept up by a tornado.
This was certainly enjoyable.
But the Titan Ancient God was clearly suffering.
"Ahhh!"
He felt like he was being driven crazy. He said no more, but the golden-red energy circulated even faster, as if he planned to quickly complete his revival and then settle the score with this strange thing, Ian.
"Rumble!"
Just as Ian was vigorously swallowing the Kryptonian Ancient God's soul energy.
He suddenly heard a deafening roar from outside.
It was the sound of fighting.
"What's going on?" Ian poked his head out of the Titan's ear hole and saw a red and blue figure smash into the ground like a cannonball—that was his dad, Clark!
An enemy!
And the enemy was another Superman floating in mid-air!
"Too weak."
Injustice Superman spoke coldly.
"The victory you gained by taking shortcuts did not allow you to unleash enough potential." He didn't land, just stared at Clark. Clark had been blasted deep underground by a single punch.
"Now, you will pay the price for your complacency. Your power and everything will be taken by me, and you are not worthy to bear the name Superman." Injustice Superman declared, his whole demeanor full of condescension.
"I think you are even less worthy."
Clark, who crawled out of the ground, was truly furious.
He flew up into the sky.
His face was full of anger.
How could he not be angry?
One moment he was worrying about Batman.
The next moment, another Superman jumps out and says he wants to take his wife and child!
Who could tolerate that?
Clark exploded.
He angrily punched Injustice Superman.
But the indifferent Injustice Superman directly caught his fist.
Clark couldn't move forward at all.
"Still frail. What, your family can't even make you explode? It seems your potential is only this much." Injustice Superman sneered, then countered with a punch to Clark's chest, embedding his whole body into Doomsday's physique.
"Damn it!"
Clark let out a muffled groan.
His body was completely embedded in Doomsday's torso.
"Dad! I'm here to help you! I'm the strongest power bank! The Paladin's radiance will shine on you right away!"
Ian was shocked by the sight.
He rushed out without hesitation.
Golden light erupted from his eyes, like two small suns. The next second, the injuries on Clark's body instantly healed, and his body was enveloped in a powerful energy. He violently flew out of Doomsday's body and charged at Injustice Superman!
"This is the meaning of family!"
Ian shouted on behalf of his dad.
The elderly father silently punched Injustice Superman.
"Still vulnerable... no, wait!" Injustice Superman suddenly noticed that the opponent's speed was much faster. In fact, it was his speed that had slowed down. Clark's fist slammed into his face, causing his face to distort and him to vomit blood profusely.
"What's going on!"
Injustice Superman was greatly alarmed.
He turned his head to look at Ian.
He suddenly noticed Ian's eyes were rotating bizarrely—the left eye glowing yellow, the right eye glowing red.
"Red Sun Radiation?!"
Injustice Superman's expression finally changed.
Not just his face.
His whole body was reflected in red light.
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