Everything happened so abruptly.
If life could be rewound, Ian felt he would choose never to take a dump again in this life—when the [Loading] prompt appeared, the System clearly didn't give Ian time to react.
It directly ambushed this fourteen-year-old comrade, instantly making Ian vanish from the toilet of his new home—the old father's gaze swept over an already empty restroom.
The boy had entered the so-called Extra Dimension.
In this world, everything seemed to be reduced by countless proportions, a towering tree was no bigger than a fingernail. Ian was perched directly above a lush forest, maintaining the posture of one who had been squatting.
Laughter and cheers echoed in his ears.
There was a lively atmosphere in the forest.
But Ian's heart felt cold.
Because he was in an area teeming with tiny people—these little folks were constantly looking up at Ian, chattering loudly.
Were they gazing at the stars?
No, perhaps they were looking up at someone's round bottom. Whether they glimpsed an unknown black hole was anyone's guess. Clearly, the spotlight was not a blessing for Ian at this moment.
Rumble, rumble.
The ground was shaking.
In the ancient jungle, filled with a savage aura, countless startled beasts took flight, and large numbers of species scattered and fled. This wasn't caused by Ian's arrival, but by the draft of wind caused by Ian's hand gesture to wave away the little people.
This was a genuine earth-shattering event.
It was like a hurricane descending.
"Seriously, they still won't leave?" Ian looked down, his expression priceless. Close to a thousand ant-sized, brown-skinned, humanoid species continued to let out astonished cries.
Their faces were filled with shock and awe.
Even someone as thick-skinned as Ian had the normal emotional reactions expected of a human. No one in the world would enjoy having a crowd of tiny people watch them take a dump.
"Damn it!"
Ian couldn't bother figuring out the situation of this Extra Dimension. He paused for a second, then abruptly pulled up his pants and "whoosh" directly into the sky.
Wiping his butt as he flew, he disappeared into the clouds.
"Motherfcker! System! I'm not done with you!" Even facing the most dangerous enemies, directly confronting DC Universe's eternal second-best, Ian's retreat had never been so humiliating.
*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh*
The air current generated when he flew up was even greater than before, directly scattering countless little people and knocking down many trees.
Nevertheless.
Even so.
It didn't stop the scurrying little people from continuing to be shocked—they had brown skin and fangs in their mouths, clearly the appearance of primitive orcs.
The Extra Dimension originating from World of Warcraft naturally contained information unique to that world. However, these ant-sized orcs looked incredibly skinny at the moment.
Faced with the disaster of the fierce wind.
None of the orcs exhibited any extraordinary means. Perhaps there were no supernormal abilities in this Extra Dimension, only basic objects and life forms.
"Oh my gods! What was that!"
"The Giant! The Giant flew away!"
"How can there be such an enormous creature! He was bigger than Xiba, the most terrifying giant beast in the forest... Oh, Xiba, the invincible Xiba, was just trampled into meat paste by him!"
"That was the King of the Forest whose skin couldn't even be pierced by a sword!" The orcs spoke with utter amazement. They were incredibly shaken by Ian's appearance.
Such a massive being.
Could it be the wise giant beast of legend?
The colossal life form that created the world.
Every gesture was a cosmic phenomenon.
How fantastical, how magnificent, like a scene straight out of a story!
The terrifying giant, seemingly capable of piercing the sky, could even fly. This truly exceeded the orcs' comprehension, it was impossible to imagine such a majestic and powerful existence.
Seeing a colossal cup drop to the ground, the orcs didn't know what it was. They only saw "floodwater" flowing from the mysterious transparent "great ship," forming a pond on the ground.
Plants grew wildly.
Many life forms that drew near the pond instantly exploded and died after taking just a small sip.
It was terrifying beyond measure.
Initially, the orcs were fearful and anxious, believing this to be some sort of curse or punishment. But soon, someone realized that something was amiss, and the scene instantly reversed.
"This is not a curse... I can feel it. Those beings who drank the lake water became powerful lives before they died. It's just that their bodies couldn't withstand the God's grace."
An elderly Shaman excitedly exclaimed.
"A God? So even Gods need to excrete... That God looked like he was relieving himself just now."
Another young warrior muttered in a low voice.
He was a smart orc.
But his other tribesmen were clearly not so bright.
"That must be our Ancestor! After all, I was praying just now, hoping the Ancestor could save our weak selves, and then the Giant delivered his grace to us."
"Didn't you see just now? The Giant's mouth kept sucking something from the great ship. That must be a good thing," muttered Garrosh-Starving-To-Death, the tribal elder.
Amidst the discussions.
The bravest warrior of the tribe stepped forward.
His name was Grom-Gnawing-On-An-Empty-Stomach.
As a primitive tribe still stuck in a savage age, the orcs' surnames were quite peculiar. Perhaps they were using some kind of ideological symbol representing the tribe's survival state as a surname?
In truth, it might also be that the shattered universe debris, after being absorbed and transformed into someone's Extra Dimension, was influenced by something truly incomprehensible.
No one could say for sure what was happening.
In any case.
Grom-Gnawing-On-An-Empty-Stomach stepped forward like a true warrior.
"I trust my judgment! Those who died were simply too close to the miracle. This is a trial. Only by passing the trial can one receive the God's blessing." Grom-Gnawing-On-An-Empty-Stomach was an orc who had been hungry since childhood and was skin and bones. He took a deep breath and walked straight toward the pond.
He approached.
As if enduring immense pressure.
Every step was extremely difficult.
Grom-Gnawing-On-An-Empty-Stomach stopped before the pond. He didn't even manage to bend down for a drink. He merely squatted on the ground, clutching his head, constantly roaring.
As if suffering from some terrifying influence.
*Gulp*
The orcs of the tribe held their breath, awaiting the outcome.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Suddenly!
Grom-Gnawing-On-An-Empty-Stomach let out a howl. The next moment, a surge of warm energy exploded within his body, as if a ball of flame was burning through his limbs and bones.
Under the wide-eyed gaze of everyone, his muscles rapidly swelled, his skin became tight and shiny, his physique surged to over two meters tall, and his entire body radiated an intimidating presence.
He could gain such a blessing simply by standing in front of the pond?
This orc was empowered! His formerly weak body instantly became towering and robust! His skin shimmered with a golden luster, and his veins bulged under the skin like coiled dragons!
The Golden Orc!
Was born at this moment!
The things discarded by a high-dimensional world were treasures to a low-dimensional one—a world without supernormal abilities witnessed the birth of the supernormal for the first time, in a way no one could have predicted.
The milk tea that had been tainted with Ian's saliva was clearly full of radiance.
At least, it was for this group of low-dimensional life forms.
"Indeed! I passed the trial! This is not just a miracle, but a blessing!" Grom-Gnawing-On-An-Empty-Stomach excitedly felt his current physique.
To prove his strength.
He rushed directly toward a massive rock.
And punched down.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With a loud crash.
The rock was shattered by his bare hands!
"Oh my gods!"
"Ancestors above! That punch could kill a wild boar!"
"Is the Gnawing-On-An-Empty-Stomach family about to produce a legendary warrior who can hunt giant beasts alone?" The wild orcs around him exclaimed in surprise at the sight.
This was strength they dared not even imagine in the past.
With such a powerful physique.
There would be no need to worry about failing to hunt enough food.
Chieftain Blackhand-Eyes-Popping-From-Hunger could no longer resist.
He was immensely shaken.
He knew this was a chance to change the tribe's destiny.
Thus.
Blackhand-Eyes-Popping-From-Hunger immediately declared loudly:
"I am the Chieftain! I will surely pass the God's trial too!" With that, he too charged toward the golden pond. Driven by greed, he crawled on the ground, desperate to drink the divine water.
However.
He had still overestimated himself.
He did get a little closer than the warrior of the Gnawing-On-An-Empty-Stomach family.
But that was only enough for his lips to touch the pond.
Even the mightiest orc in the tribe could only stop there.
He received empowerment from the direct radiation of the pond. His body nearly failed to withstand the power, his veins bulged, blood seeped out, and his muscles expanded in a tearing agony.
His entire being seemed on the verge of exploding from the pain.
"I can do it! I am the strongest! The God favors me!"
Blackhand roared.
But sensing something was wrong, he retreated frantically. The next second, he fiercely swung his fist, instantly crushing an even larger rock. Its power far surpassed that of Grom-Gnawing-On-An-Empty-Stomach.
The orcs in the tribe could no longer restrain themselves, rushing forward, vying to participate in this trial. Every orc who got close received different degrees of empowerment.
The specific amount of empowerment.
Depended on how long they could stay beside the Holy Lake.
Yes.
The Holy Lake.
The orc tribe's perception of the lake had quietly shifted. Seeing this, the priest Garrosh-Starving-To-Death knelt trembling on the ground, tears streaming down his face.
"This... this must be the gospel granted to us by the Giant!"
He raised his hands.
Solemnly proclaiming.
"This lake is clearly the source of power! It is the reason why the Wise Giant is so colossal! From this day forth, this lake shall be named—the Well of Life!"
"All who participate in its trial shall gain power. I hope that one day, a warrior who can drink from it will be born in the tribe. That warrior will surely become a legend!"
The priest's words were met with a response.
The orcs of the tribe cheered in unison.
Their voices shook the clouds.
The supernormal had been conceived.
Perhaps their story had also quietly begun here. At the same time, a new form of worship for the mysterious giant was budding.
However.
Floating in the clouds, watching this scene, Ian didn't want this kind of worship.
He knew very well that he was the master of this Extra Dimension. His unwanted garbage was a treasure to the creatures within, but this was not the dimensional demon opening he wanted.
"If I take a piss, will it directly become the Well of Eternity?"
"Where are the Elves? Where are the Elves?" Ian knew he had eaten too much tech and synthetic food tonight. He surveyed his surroundings, his gaze able to reach every corner of this world.
This was the privilege of a Dimensional Lord.
Yes.
The Extra Dimension unlocked for Ian by the System truly made him a Dimensional Lord, and the miniature world beneath his feet was the weak dimension he now possessed.
The power of faith was gathering toward Ian.
It wasn't much.
But it was better than nothing.
Because this faith was generated by life forms within his own dimension, its quality was quite a bit higher than the power supplied by the generic believers in the Super Hero Popularity Center.
Of course.
The difference in the quality of the power wasn't a difference between being mottled and pure.
This difference could be seen as the density gap between liquid metal and air. Even though they were both ordinary life forms, two different individuals provided Ian with the same "volume" of power. However, due to the varying degrees of faith, the density of the same "volume" of power would differ.
The usage was the same.
It was just that the "influence" that could be "burned" was different.
"Though my dimension is weak, those little guys are clearly no different in concept from ordinary people in the DC Universe. After all, they can provide me with such ample power."
"It's probably just due to the world being too small, which is why their bodies appear to be the size of ants."
Ian was sensing his authority as a Dimensional Demon. He could shrink and grow in this world, and at the same time, he could clearly feel that the entire world was truly minute.
It was roughly the size of one Earth.
A flat world with a dome over it.
Looking up, there were no stars outside, only white and black colors alternating—this dimension was, after all, only a fragment of a universe.
[This data contains incomplete cosmic laws and can help the Host forge their own Extra Dimension.] Ian recalled the information given by the System before the "extraction" was complete.
Clearly, the so-called Extra Dimension data package only gave him a dimensional blank, like a half-finished sandbox game with only the most basic framework constructed.
It was like a world in a dream.
It seemed to function normally.
But in reality, many aspects couldn't withstand scrutiny and still needed refinement. For instance, the sky had no sun, yet the world had day and night.
"My world can be built from scratch."
Ian felt the heartbeat of the entire dimension.
He could "hear" the sound of the wind blowing over mountain peaks, "see" the paths of water flowing through rock crevices, and "touch" the breath of all living things.
At this moment, the boy finally understood why the legendary Dimensional Demons became so obsessed with their domains—everything within the dimension was an extension of the Dimensional Demon's will.
Every drop of water, every leaf, every wisp of wind, responded to their call.
And he himself.
Had now become such an existence.
He could modify the rules, reshape the order, and even lead a race from the mundane to the supernormal.
He was no longer just a Transmigrator.
But a true Creator.
"As a Creator, the Evil God's dimension shouldn't look like this." Ian's mind stirred. Using the authority he had just gained, he began "painting" in the sky as if doodling.
Ian closed his eyes.
Feeling the turbulent power swirling in his mind.
That power, which had been born ever since Ian reconstructed the Marvel World, had maintained a decent rate of growth in his mind.
After the Death of Pantyhose Superman major event, masterminded by an extraordinary strategist, the power Ian now possessed had evolved from well-water level to lake level.
It was Magic Power.
And also Divine Power.
And now.
The Evil God began to utilize his authority, redefining this world that only had a raw blank, adjusting one world-operating law after another.
"There are so many Dimensional Demons. To stand out, you need some unconventional tactics, just like in a talent show." Ian had his own ordinary person's understanding of various supernormal professions.
Gravity, conservation of mass, energy conversion... these physical laws, taken for granted in most worlds, all needed to be personally modified and redefined by him in this nascent dimension.
Power flowed from his fingertips.
Seeping into every corner of the world.
The re-establishment of every rule consumed his power, but it also made the world more stable and ideal—in reality, the power wasn't completely drained.
Instead, it was integrated into this Extra Universe.
If needed.
Ian could still mobilize or retrieve them. However, to maintain his construction and modification plans for the world, this portion of power had to continuously exist within the foundation of the world.
"I've found the reason why Dimensional Demons are stronger in their own dimensions. It turns out that a large amount of the Demon Gods' power is stored within their own dimensions."
"Most of the rules sustained by the power in the dimension can be seen as part of the Dimensional Demon himself." While in this state of realization, Ian continued to modify and weave the world.
He endowed the natural laws of this world with magical significance.
Why must a coconut only be a coconut?
A coconut could also be a Yellow Braised Chicken Rice Coconut, a Fried Pork Chop Coconut. A patch of forest in the distance began to mutate. Trees twisted and grew, with menu-like patterns emerging on their trunks.
Ian reached out and grabbed.
A coconut fell into his hand. When opened, it wasn't white liquid inside, but fully-packed steaks, the kind with marble patterns.
He ate with relish.
He felt that other creatures in this world would praise him too if they ate it.
The Evil God's world also had to have Milk Tea Cacti. The thorns of the cactus were straws. With a light poke, sweet milk tea would gush out. The flavor had to be random.
With surprises like booger flavor and stink bug flavor.
"Now that's more like it!"
Ian nodded in satisfaction.
"The Evil God's backyard should be this unreasonable."
He once again showcased his "Creator's Talent."
Thus, certain rocks on the mountainside, when broken open, were soft bread. But if no one ate them, they would harden into normal rock after three minutes and constantly repeat the same music, complaining that people "missed the best time to eat."
River tributaries, after passing through specific areas, would turn milky white. A sip would taste like sweet milk, but if scooped into a cup, the flavor would change to strawberry/chocolate/mint depending on the drinker's mood.
In addition to this.
Any fall from a great height, as long as it landed in a patch of grass, would result in absolutely no injury. And even the heaviest injuries could be recovered by eating a few [Ian Fruits]—such a setting naturally had to be included.
Any creature could pull out an item larger than its own volume from its pocket, including, but not limited to, its home. Water had no buoyancy, but one could learn to swim just by putting on a "swimsuit."
Food wouldn't rot.
Raw meat would still be "fresh" after 100 years. [Ian's Secret Recipes] were hidden all over the world—after all, it was the Evil God's world. The more bizarre, the more it represented reason.
"Oh, right! And humans, as long as they put on a battle robe, are guaranteed to grow a twenty-four-pack of abs. Let's see who dares to criticize me later and say that the things I write in my book don't exist?"
Truly qualified writers were all like this. To write a book, he could create a dimension for proof, even if it meant depleting half of his total power.
"Hilarious, I have way too much power to use up." Ian wanted to implant the faith in himself into this world, so he raised his hand and gently 'painted' in the sky.
Power converged at his fingertips.
Flowing like viscous paint.
The Evil God outlined a massive circle with his power.
Golden and dazzling.
Radiating warm energy across the entire world.
This was the sun—but Ian didn't want it to just be a sphere.
"You need to smile."
Ian murmured.
The next second, a giant smiling face appeared on the sun's surface, an exact replica of his face, with a playful grin, eyes squinting and lips curving.
On clear days.
The sun would also emit laughter.
It shone upon all things in Ian's stead. If sun worship arose, the resulting faith would be absorbed by Ian. Clearly, the Evil God had his own interests in mind.
He wasn't purely trying to create a backyard belonging to an Evil God.
The sun's smiling face illuminated the world below, coating everything in a golden glow. Plants seemed to sway more merrily, and animals looked up at the sudden source of light.
A little confused.
But they quickly adapted to its presence.
Just then.
Ian noticed a peculiar phenomenon.
Under the influence of the sun's power radiation, some plants were already showing subtle changes. Their colors were becoming more vibrant, and their growth rate seemed to be accelerating.
One particularly tall tree.
The edges of its leaves even glowed with a faint golden light.
Clearly, the sun was not merely a light source, it was continuously releasing weak power radiation. This power sprinkled onto the world like fine rain, being slowly absorbed by plants and animals.
The supernormal.
Was perhaps being conceived as a result.
This power belonged to Ian, and it also belonged to this world. It would circulate everywhere in the world, abiding by the specific conservation of energy, constantly being exchanged among all things.
When Ian required them to return.
They wouldn't just return.
They would also bring the "interest" generated during the circulation process. Realizing this, Ian's interest was immediately piqued, and he decided to accelerate the conception of the supernormal in this world.
"Plants can perform photosynthesis, so why can't we humans and animals?" As Ian made his decision, subtle changes began to occur within the world.
Orcs, Elves, Humans, and some other intelligent species all noticed their skin beginning to change. None of the life forms knew what exactly was happening to the entire world.
"What's going on?"
"I feel full!"
"The sunlight is shining on me! I feel my vitality increasing!"
"A miracle! Oh my gods! A miracle!"
...
Before these intelligent species could adapt to the new power, the "Creator" floating above the clouds had already turned his gaze toward the region of the night.
"There should be a moon here."
Ian painted again.
Another full moon appeared, black as ink, yet emitting a soft, cold light. Ian chuckled lightly, pointed a finger, and a gloomy black face immediately emerged on the moon's surface.
It was still him.
Him with the big black face.
The moon was also injected with power by Ian.
In the area it covered, some nocturnal creatures gathered where the moonlight was strongest. They looked up, seemingly absorbing the power emitted by the moon.
One fox-like creature, its eyes began to flicker with unnatural silver light under the moonlight.
Magic Beasts.
Were perhaps beginning to sprout.
"I wonder if the faith of wild beasts counts as faith?"
Ian originally intended to use his own butt, but having just gone through a childhood trauma, he no longer dared to let any person or animal see his rear end.
"Welcome to! Ian's Pocket Universe!" The DC Universe now had its own Franklin Richards. Ian felt that the lives existing in this dimension were incredibly lucky.
The entire dimension instantly became vivid.
Light and darkness alternated, warmth and cold coexisted.
During the day, his smiling face shone upon everyone, and at night, his dark face guarded them. Twenty-four hours a day, life forms could feel his care. Combined with the other settings of this world, not only would faith surely surge endlessly, but the atmosphere of an Evil God's dimension was also thoroughly established.
"It can get even more evil. When I have time later, I'll have a good talk with my Super Brain and seek the opinions of my brain cells. I'll definitely become the most evil Evil God in all the Heavens and Worlds."
Ian was full of confidence.
At least in his own view, he had the aptitude for it. Ian was still unsatisfied with the modifications to his dimension, but the power in his mind was genuinely running low.
If the opportunity arose.
Ian felt he needed to further develop his popularity.
Pantyhose Superman may have become a legend, but he still had Ancestor-Man and dozens of other aliases. As long as he pulled out the final letter of Pantyhose Superman, he could instantly make a glorious return.
Being a hero in DC.
Then using the gained power to sustain this Extra Dimension.
What a wonderful virtuous cycle.
"I wonder if there's a chance to bring my parents and the believers from the Marvel Universe into my dimension, so they can truly appreciate my astonishing talent."
It is said that once a person achieves something, they want to show off to those close to them.
Ian was roughly the same.
After all, as the saying goes—not letting familiar people know how awesome you are is like walking in embroidered robes at night. Ian was a conventional person, so he had been a boastful personality since he was a child.
Logically, a Dimensional Demon should indeed have a way to allow others to enter their dimension. Ian felt he should also possess this ability, but he didn't feel this part of the authority right now.
Perhaps it was related to him being an Evil God still in his infancy?
This was his first time being an Evil God.
Ian couldn't quite figure out the reason. He only knew that if he could genuinely find a way to unlock this ability, he could let the Marvel Universe believers brag about him to his parents. Especially the fact that he saved the entire Marvel World and became the savior of the Marvel World—that was certainly worth a lot of boasting.
"It might also be because my dimension is still too small and not a complete dimension." Ian looked around. His sight could directly penetrate any obstacle and reach the end of the world.
A world the size of Earth is not big, but not small either... it's actually really small. Forget about Superman's father coming here, even Ian himself, without using the Dimensional Demon's authority, wouldn't take much time to fly around the entire world. He flew faster than a sixth-generation fighter jet, so he couldn't really move around much in such a small world.
"I might already know how to increase the dimension's area."
The entire world was indeed too small, and the creatures and plants were too small. Although Ian could shrink and grow anywhere, he was still somewhat unsatisfied, and various invasion scenarios popped into his mind.
If he could acquire more cosmic fragments.
Those little black spheres.
Would that allow him to expand the universe?
"I can not only write patched-up books, I can also create a patched-up world!" Ian's eyes lit up, as if he saw himself holding a black sphere in each hand, piecing together fragments of different universes into his own world like playing with clay.
That scene was too beautiful!
It was captivating!
The profession [King of All Realms] might be referring to these 'All Realms.' Perhaps the area, size, and richness of the dimension could all influence the final combat power and application of this profession!
"In what way is this not a case of the stronger the dimension, the stronger I am... The kidnapped Minotaur was actually right. I really am a Dimensional Demon. He seems to have the makings of a prophet."
Ian sighed with emotion, then raised his hand to look at it. He noticed that the watch he had drawn on his hand was gone. It was probably squeezed off by Doomsday during their previous fight.
"The time for a deep sleep is approaching." Of course, this didn't stop Ian from calculating the time. He had always been using his shared brain to keep track of time in the DC Universe.
As for why he still needed to draw a watch on his hand, that was, of course, to reduce the reliance on his own brain. Naturally, the official explanation was that he preferred to perceive time in a materialized way.
Just like love needs to be spoken.
The principle was the same.
In any case, no one who came could easily refute it.
"The situation in the Marvel Universe is very stable right now. If I went there, I'd probably just find a random place to have a cup of tea." Ian casually drew a new watch on his wrist.
The moment the watch was drawn.
It linked up with the timer placed in Doctor Strange's brain.
Thus.
The drawn watch also began to tick.
Time was indeed running out.
The instant the hour and minute hands overlapped on the dial.
Ian's brain suddenly experienced a familiar twitch. Even though he was in his own dimension, he still felt the call from the Marvel Universe.
The scene before his eyes began to twist.
As if someone was smearing his retina with a paint-soaked brush.
The next second.
A noisy din instantly rushed into his ears.
Ian appeared silently and imperceptibly on a street in the Marvel Universe. No one on the bustling street sensed his arrival.
Tall buildings.
Busy traffic.
The Stark Industries logo in the distance sparkled in the sunlight. The sunlight reflected glaringly off the glass curtain walls, and the giant "STARK" logo at the top seemed to be announcing its presence to the world.
"That's not right!"
Ian remembered not being able to find the Stark Tower anywhere before. In his memory, the Stark Tower in this world was clearly supposed to be a short, squat building.
Now.
How did it become the most dazzling building in the city?
Oh.
No.
There was an even more dazzling building! Ian turned his gaze and saw that in the center of the city, there stood a colossal metal statue, even more exaggerated and conspicuous than the Statue of Liberty.
That was—Strong AI, the New Teacher Tony!
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