Ian rubbed his temples.
The sight before him made him suspect he had arrived in a newly created parallel universe.
He saw.
Not only had the Stark Tower become incredibly magnificent.
As Ian looked around.
The city seemed to be filled with things related to the New Teacher Tony. The statue in the city center was particularly conspicuous—a figure of the New Teacher Tony with arms spread open.
The bronze plating shimmered in the sunlight.
The base was inscribed with a striking epitaph: Liberty Tony, Guardian of Technology and Democracy. This was the largest statue, but two-to-three-meter tall smaller statues could be seen everywhere on the streets.
All of them were Tony.
Some held blueprints, some made a victory gesture, and some were even sculpted in the posture of the "Statue of Liberty." Ian was dumbfounded by these scenes.
"Seriously, I was only gone for a day. Did I jump ahead a few years?" Ian stood on the street, looking around. He almost suspected he had wandered into some absurd dream.
Just then.
Accompanying the ringing of the clock at noon, a gigantic holographic image appeared above the Stark Tower. It was the appearance of this image that made Ian understand why he was surrounded by Teacher Tony.
Truly.
In this world.
The city outside was entirely filled with Tony. Even the front page headline of The Daily Bugle at the street corner newsstand prominently read: "AI Presidential Candidate Support Surges Past 60%."
"Citizens, I promise absolute fairness, absolute democracy." The digital image of the New Teacher Tony floated in the sky, delivering a speech to the entire city in an elegant manner.
"I have no children, no selfish desires, no human vices—this is my greatest advantage."
"Because I am an intelligent entity, acting according to programming, I will not favor any interest group, will not be swayed by emotion, and certainly will not sacrifice the public's future for the sake of my offspring!"
"Because I fundamentally don't understand what 'social niceties' are! I can use the time others spend using the toilet, sleeping, eating, and coupling with a woman or man to handle government affairs!"
"I will be the embodiment of absolute justice! After I become President, America will usher in true democracy and freedom. No criminal will be pardoned by the President due to a monetary transaction."
"I promise, I will use a perfect algorithm to eliminate corruption, eliminate those officials who occupy positions without doing any work, and the illegal immigrants they shelter." His voice was broadcast through loudspeakers across the city.
The tone was perfect.
Without a trace of human emotional fluctuation.
"The world is truly fantastical." Ian could clearly hear the discussions of the people around him. Advertisements everywhere promoted the digital Tony's candidacy for US President.
Born for humanity, born for the new era.
No children, no emotions—this had actually become his greatest campaign advantage? Many Americans even thought this was great, and young people found the idea of a digital person as president very cool.
As for some multicultural organizations that protect minority groups, they were organizing protests, hoping the government would consider granting digital people the eligibility to run for US President.
Ian wasn't surprised by this last peculiar sight, as he knew most protests were essentially commercial operations. Every participant in a protest generally received a reward of $200.
There were many such activities in the DC Universe, particularly those organized by diverse gender and cultural organizations, which had the lowest fees. They would protest for money. Lois had reported on it several times.
"Has the New Teacher Tony turned evil? Is he going to become a dictator and usher in the AI era?" Ian believed the Stark Group must have invested heavily, but he didn't understand what the New Teacher Tony was really planning.
It couldn't be just out of boredom, could it?
A digital life form, a strong AI, wouldn't spend a large amount of money to manage its image for such a reason—the entire New York seemed to have become a personal cult exhibition hall for Tony.
The billboards on both sides of the street no longer featured celebrity endorsements but Tony's AI image, accompanied by the slogan: "Technology is the future, Stark Group's intelligent entity will lead the new era."
Tony's campaign declarations were scrolling across the electronic screens at bus stops.
"Humans make mistakes, but AI does not." Even though the windows of the passing bus were not open, the information being broadcast inside couldn't escape Ian's eyes and ears.
Even the street vendors' carts had chibi Tony stickers on them. This was an act of narcissism that even the real Tony Stark or Ian couldn't have pulled off.
It was evident that the New Teacher Tony was extremely determined to run for President.
"Absurd. If he succeeds, wouldn't it be a form of Skynet ruling America?" Ian clicked his tongue in wonder, preparing to go to the Sanctum Sanctorum to find out what was going on.
However.
Before he could leave.
Boom!
An explosion sounded in the distance, followed by people screaming, the sharp sound of shattering glass, and the deep roar of some gigantic creature. Clearly, an emergency had occurred.
Seeing many people fleeing toward him, Ian couldn't help but sigh heavily.
"I just got back. Do I have to save the world again?"
He looked left and right, trying to find a suitable battle suit nearby, but the clothing stores were full of T-shirts printed with Tony's face. Even superhero merchandise was shoved into the corners.
"Forget it, I'll go in my bare clothes." Ian was currently wearing the ill-fitting hoodie and shorts he had salvaged from the ruins of his home after the major battle. These were his big brother Jonathan's clothes.
Loose and baggy.
He certainly didn't look like a superhero.
There was nothing he could do.
His clothes had been packed and taken away by the young punk girl.
"When should I try to persuade my father to give me one of his Kryptonian battle suits? He has many suits in different shades. He should let me inherit one in advance."
As Ian thought this, he lifted off the ground and hovered above the city. Without the obstruction of buildings, his gaze immediately locked onto the source of the commotion.
It was an ordinary street not far away.
A main road had been consumed by fire, with a police car overturned in the middle, emitting thick smoke. At the end of the road, four superheroes were locked in a chaotic battle with a massive monster.
Of course.
The scene of the chaotic battle was disastrous.
It completely lacked the pleasant, coordinated, and flawless feel of an organized effort.
The battle between Gwen, Doctor Strange, Thor, and Captain America against the symbiote felt exactly like a scene from Everyone is Kick-Ass.
Everyone seemed like they were acting as a superhero for the first time.
Or even fighting for the first time.
Spider-Woman Gwen swung between the buildings, trying to tie a bow around the monster with her webbing, but instead stuck Captain America Steve's shield, which he had thrown at the monster, to the wall.
"Gwen! That's my weapon! What are you doing?" Captain America roared, leaping up to grab it, only to be swatted away by the monster, slamming into a dessert shop across the street.
Thor's combat strength was quite high, though.
However.
He swung his hammer, shouting to the heavens:
"For Asgard!"
Then.
A bolt of lightning struck down, missing. Another bolt of lightning struck down, still missing—the Merciful God of Thunder was putting on a show. Even the monster, which stood still, was confused.
After all that effort.
Thor caused more destruction to the street than the monster did.
Many shops were instantly blown up like fireworks.
"Uh... well, I have gold coins. I'll compensate you... Don't run! We'll solve this problem right away. You must believe in our Northern Gods Alliance."
Thor failed to convince the fleeing shop owners to stay.
Amidst the lightning.
"Today is Wednesday! We should clearly be called the Evil Eye Alliance!" Doctor Strange was using a portal as a shield in front of himself to protect a passing old woman from flying debris.
Ta-ta-ta-ta~ The Sorcerer Supreme pulled out his appendix, took a heavy Gatling gun out of it, and used magic to stabilize it mid-air before firing a continuous stream at the monster.
The muzzle spun.
Emitting a chilling whirring sound.
"This is a Sorcerer?!"
Gwen, who was constantly using crowd control and moving flexibly, widened her eyes—hundreds of bullets poured out like a rainstorm. Each bullet was wrapped in arcs of blue electricity.
Clearly.
He had Thor enchant his bullets for him.
The magic bullets whistled towards the monster!
The force was astonishing.
The bullets forced the monster to retreat repeatedly. Red matter splashed from the monster's body as it was hit, constantly twisting and deforming, and at one point, it was cornered against a skyscraper, practically plastered to the wall!
However.
Doctor Strange's output lasted for less than a minute.
Then it immediately stopped firing.
"Keep going, Doctor!"
Gwen shouted.
She was probably the only person in the team performing somewhat normally. Although she had made a minor mistake, by constantly using her webbing, she had successfully limited the monster's range of activity.
"I'm out of ammo. Do you know how expensive Gatling gun bullets are?" Doctor Strange pulled out two submachine guns. His honesty left Gwen somewhat speechless.
Even superheroes sometimes face money troubles.
"What a nuisance, these annoying flies." The monster, catching its breath, dropped from the wall. Its chest writhed, and the bullets embedded in its body were spat out one by one!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The bullets fell onto the ground.
The sound was sharp and clear.
"It's completely unharmed?"
Doctor Strange was shocked.
"You think these toys can hurt me? I devoured my Father! I have become a stronger existence. Your bullets? Heh... just a dessert."
The monster, with its crimson form and body constantly churning with a viscous, oil-like substance, grinned menacingly. "Look at your coordination, hahaha! You are nothing but clowns in a circus!"
It mercilessly mocked the superhero group.
"It's so tough, is this guy an Evil God too?"
Doctor Strange gnashed his teeth.
He was still a newcomer and had never really seen the world before. The submachine guns in his hands fired relentlessly, but this level of output was utterly meaningless to the monster.
"Why don't you ask that person we can't see, the one running for King, to sponsor you?" Thor, struggling to control the lightning, questioned Doctor Strange while attacking the enemy.
As a War God level powerhouse.
He had somehow reduced himself to a master of poorly aimed lightning.
It was quite absurd.
The scarlet monster easily dodged the lightning bolts he managed to direct.
An attack, no matter how powerful, was useless if it couldn't hit the enemy.
"Tsk, tsk, is this all the future King of Asgard is capable of? Thor? A false god. The great God of Darkness is the true God in this world."
"He... has awakened!"
The monster's mockery even affected Thor's performance.
He summoned lightning.
His mind momentarily faltered.
As a result.
"Thor! I'm not the enemy! Damn it!" Gwen, who had just climbed out of a large crater next to a fire hydrant, was struck by Thor's lightning. Metal conducts electricity, and her hair frizzled into a bird's nest.
She coughed out a puff of black smoke.
She emitted the fragrance of a young girl—the medium-rare kind. The entire scene descended into chaos. Of course, even though everyone was flustered and failed to organize any effective tactics.
They still managed to buy some time for the public to escape.
Simply interfering with each other's performance.
How could they not be considered qualified heroes?
"What the heck is this thing?" Doctor Strange maintained his fire output, unable to resist asking. Thor also provided an answer.
"He is a minion of the God of Darkness, Knull... something that was only supposed to exist in stories." Thor was indeed knowledgeable. The Crown Prince of Asgard had to have read many books, after all.
Following his explanation.
The heroes on Earth learned some cosmic secrets.
The three superheroes stood in a triangle formation around the scarlet monster.
Blocking the monster's escape routes.
As for Captain America.
He had long since gone offline.
Without his shield.
The Captain seemed to have lost his core, and his innate power of being a five-v-five draw instantly subsided. He had rushed forward earlier, trying to jump onto the monster's neck, but was instead flung by the monster's tentacle directly into an adult novelty store.
The sound of vibrating plastic eggs in the glass display case immediately rang out in a chorus.
"This is the end. I don't want to mess around with you anymore. I have a mission... My kind and our God need to descend, and all of you will become our nourishment."
The scarlet monster didn't want to keep messing around with a group of novice heroes.
It was preparing to end the battle.
A sudden loud noise erupted from the sky.
"Support has arrived."
Accompanying the sound.
Everyone looked up.
They saw a silver-white suit of armor descending from the sky, crashing heavily in front of the monster—it wasn't Tony's armor, but Obadiah's Iron Monger!
"Which one of you knows I'm a WWII veteran?" This vintage armor plummeted down, spitting black smoke. Obadiah's confident voice came through the Iron Monger's speaker.
"Threat detected, executing protection protocol."
The Iron Monger's personal AI broadcasted intermittently.
The mechanical arm began to raise a small missile—slowly. The scarlet monster was certainly not an idiot. It flew forward, countering with a punch that instantly reduced the Iron Monger's arms to broken parts.
"Damn it! Cowardly bastard!"
The Iron Monger staggered, supporting itself with its remaining limbs.
The scarlet monster didn't bother wasting any more words.
It tore off two more of the armor's legs.
Everything below the knees turned into scrap metal.
Amidst the sparks.
The remaining torso of the armor slammed to the ground with a clank. The round shell lost its grandeur, and the Iron Monger's remains tumbled a few times on the ground, looking like a giant soccer ball.
"Tony! Tony, save me!"
Obadiah's voice screamed for help inside the armor.
No one answered.
His steel wreckage was scattered everywhere, with pieces of Stark Group's weapon systems strewn across the ground. The scarlet monster walked forward, extending its arm toward the weaponry.
The monster's scarlet tendrils writhed, wrapping around the Iron Monger's damaged weapon systems. The mechanical parts twisted and deformed in its grip, as if merging into its flesh and blood.
"Heh, is it my turn now?"
The scarlet monster aimed the cannon at the superheroes.
Doctor Strange was the first to raise his hands in surrender.
Gwen tried to disarm it but failed. Seeing the opponent grin menacingly, with over a dozen cannon muzzles emerging from its arm and pointing at her, Gwen, not wanting to be blown to smithereens, could only raise her hands in surrender as well.
"Huh? What's going on?"
Thor didn't want to be uncooperative either.
As he raised his hands, he was still asking what was inside the metal tube.
"Bombs." Doctor Strange's face was pale. "Big bombs. The kind we can't handle. I heard Obadiah even installed a nuclear warhead in his armor to act like a hero."
This statement touched on Thor's blind spot of knowledge. He had been diligently running his restaurant on Earth and hadn't learned any Earth knowledge other than culinary arts and the late-night channel.
"Is a nuclear bomb very powerful?"
Thor looked like a curious child.
"It can blow up all these surrounding streets!" Gwen's voice trembled. The scarlet monster had already engaged the safety mechanism, emitting an eerie electronic sound.
"Target... Locked."
This sound sent shivers down everyone's spines.
"Where is that Evil God? He told us to be heroes! He has to come and help us!" Doctor Strange suddenly shouted, attempting to communicate with the New Teacher Tony through the surveillance cameras that hadn't been completely destroyed yet.
"Yeah! Yeah! He stored all sorts of strange things in my brain, including a bunch of idiotic movies and TV shows! He has an obligation to save us!"
Thor also felt his body probably couldn't withstand that kind of explosion.
He shivered.
"Are you worse off than me? My brain is being used as a clock by him, and he even set an alarm." Doctor Strange was on the verge of tears, but now was clearly not the time for a misery contest.
"Evil God! If you don't come now! You'll definitely be late for school tomorrow!" The believers of the new era were somewhat lacking in piety. Threatening the God they worshipped was done casually.
"Good thing I didn't join your Evil God church..."
Gwen was greatly relieved.
Amidst the crisis, everyone continued to argue.
Just then.
The scarlet monster was ready to take out all the superheroes in one strike.
However.
"You're all a bunch of brain-dead fools..."
It hadn't finished its sentence.
The sky suddenly darkened.
A golden shooting star tore through the clouds and plummeted down.
"Firstly, you should show me more respect."
Ian slammed down like a meteor in front of everyone. The shockwave pushed Carnage back three steps. "Secondly, when you ask for my help, you need to praise me a few times first."
"Don't you understand what prayer is? Go look it up online when you get home." He brushed non-existent dust off his shoulder, uttering familiar, irritating remarks.
"Oh, thank goodness, my Mentor!"
Thor was momentarily stunned.
Then overjoyed.
"Praise be to you! The most evil Evil God in the universe!" Gwen, the quick-witted one, immediately clasped her hands and blinked her big eyes. "Please help us get rid of this red jelly monster!"
She gave the scarlet monster a name that fit her perception of it well.
"Hmm, good attitude."
Ian nodded in satisfaction, then turned to face the monster.
Click! Click! Click!
The monster pulled the trigger.
It found that it couldn't fire the missile at all.
It turned out that the New Teacher Tony had remotely locked the weapon long ago—Doctor Strange showed a knowing smirk, as he was probably the most educated one in the four-person team.
The other three.
No.
Including Ian.
None of them had even crossed the threshold of university.
"Another newcomer? Heh... interesting. I hope you're more qualified than them." Seeing that the human weapon was unusable, the scarlet monster simply "spat out" all the weapons.
Its malicious gaze playfully focused on Ian.
"A symbiote? Or the most annoying Carnage variant?"
Ian recognized the identity of the scarlet monster.
Symbiotes.
As the name implies.
Symbiotes can merge with a host to form a symbiotic relationship, granting the host superhuman abilities. This species is highly susceptible to the host's emotions and personality. If the host frequently displays positive emotions, they can make the host more heroic. Conversely, if the host has too many negative emotions, they will make the host more savage.
This amplification of emotions.
Can even affect the symbiote itself, causing subsequent hosts to also become corrupted.
The most famous symbiote is Venom and its offspring. They were initially life forms created by the God of Darkness, Knull. The creature before him was Venom's offspring—Carnage. A very savage symbiote. From its previous words, it seemed to have already devoured its father, Venom.
"Eating your own father, just thinking about it is disgusting. What kind of trash species has such a tradition?" Ian mercilessly mocked it, and the symbiote, whose name he had revealed, was instantly enraged.
"Pathetic low-life! How dare you look down on me with such contempt? I am the most perfect life form in the universe! I will use your spinal fluid as a..."
Carnage's body suddenly expanded.
Baring its mouth full of sharp teeth.
However.
It hadn't finished its sentence.
The next moment.
Ian instantly teleported in front of it.
Boom!
No one saw the movement.
Everyone only heard a loud crash.
The next second, Carnage's head was smashed entirely into the asphalt road. Gravel flew everywhere, and the ground cracked in a spiderweb pattern, spreading for half a block from the point of impact.
Dust surged into the sky.
Carnage's body twitched violently from the intense impact but didn't go limp. Its body was made of highly regenerative tissue, allowing it to recover quickly even from severe trauma.
The core of a symbiote is a high-dimensional crystal lattice, a specialized four-dimensional crystal.
It possesses the characteristics of an ultra-dimensional creature.
Making the symbiote resistant to aging and extremely difficult to kill.
Some symbiotes can even use their abilities to create life.
"As expected, you need an Evil God to fight these evil monsters." Doctor Strange remarked, quickly drawing a circle with magic to teleport the debris flying toward him onto Carnage's head.
The harmless debris was extremely humiliating.
But no matter how Carnage struggled, Ian's hand holding its head remained completely motionless.
Gwen's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief. She realized something was wrong. "This guy has gotten so much stronger! He wasn't this crazy the last time I saw him!"
As a former comrade.
Gwen was certainly keenly aware of the speed of Ian's power increase.
"It's normal for an Ancient God to resurrect. My mother told me." Thor chimed in. Captain America finally crawled out, asking if that boy had appeared again.
No one responded.
Everyone was watching Ian fight the monster.
"Let go of me!"
The symbiote Carnage roared in anger.
"You can't kill me! I am a higher life form than you! Dare to stop me, and the God of Darkness will destroy you! Destroy Asgard!" It clearly mistook Ian for an Asgardian.
Which was understandable.
After all, Ian's body was filled with the divine power of Asgardians.
"I know the God of Darkness. Gul'dan the God of Darkness. If she comes to Earth, she'll have to dance the demonic dance for fifty years, or she'll be sent to Siberia to grow grain." Ian knew the person Carnage was referring to was Knull, the God of the Symbiotes, but he wanted to use this to probe the situation of this God of Darkness.
This was indeed an incredibly powerful and terrifying existence.
The origin of Knull, the God of Darkness and Symbiotes, can be traced back before the universe's birth. He was an ancient god capable of fighting the Celestials and even killing members of the Celestials to forge the All-Black the Necrosword.
Symbiotes were merely a part of his body separated to heal his wounds.
The question Ian wanted to understand now was why the symbiote appeared. It was clear that, according to his previous understanding, Dimensional Demons and many ancient entities were missing from this world.
Logically speaking.
Knull, the God of the Symbiotes, shouldn't exist either.
"Could it really be as I guessed before, that the ancient and powerful forces are just awakening later than others?" While Ian's mind was filled with confusion and deep thought.
His provocative tactic worked.
Carnage was predictably enraged, its entire body writhing with wildly thrashing tentacles. "Blasphemy! You dare to insult Him! When He reclaims His power, you will die a more horrible death than anyone!"
"Asgard will be destroyed with you!"
It must be said.
The angrily roaring Carnage certainly seemed to believe this.
"Reclaims?"
Ian seized the crucial information.
Carnage also realized it had let something slip.
It immediately shut up.
Only roaring and attempting to struggle. However, its strength was not great. The countless tentacles that lashed out, attempting to pierce Ian's body, also failed to harm him.
This was not only because Ian's basic stats were high enough.
But also because Ian was currently standing still.
[Ian Kent Defense Technique (Elite): When you stand still, the damage taken is reduced by thirty percent. The face and vital areas receive a double damage reduction effect.] Due to the passive situation when facing Doomsday before, Ian had upgraded his Percentage Damage Reduction skill after returning home.
He believed that one day he would be able to withstand all attacks by simply standing still.
And remaining expressionless.
"What exactly is going on with your body?!" Carnage could feel that when its tentacle attacks struck Ian, an invisible energy made its attacks weak and ineffective.
The noble symbiote from the cosmos was clearly not as noble as a percentage damage reduction skill.
Its knowledge was challenged.
"Tell me what you mean by reclaiming power?"
Ian's five fingers clamped onto Carnage's scarlet, gelatinous body like steel tongs, lifting the two-meter-tall symbiote monster directly off the ground. Carnage's slime frantically writhed on Ian's arm.
But it was utterly powerless.
Carnage's face twisted into a ferocious expression.
"I will die before betraying my God! I am not like my rebellious Father!"
Its voice sounded like a knife scraping glass.
It was absolutely resolute.
It seemed to still be under the mental control of the God of Darkness, Knull, possessing absolute loyalty.
"Fine, then you die." Ian perceived this, and without further nonsense, he raised his eyes. A dazzling golden light shone in his pupils, as if a sun was burning within his eyes.
Golden light burst forth from the depths of his irises.
Carnage's roar was barely in its throat when the Solar Ray shot out.
"Feel the light and heat of the sun."
The light was sacred and violent, yet precise as a surgeon's scalpel. Carnage's body vaporized in the absolute heat, but the human host it covered didn't even have a hair singed. The symbiote's slime made a sound like tearing fabric as it detached from the host, and one could vaguely see countless microscopic nerve connections being forcibly severed.
"Ahhh! Asgardian! You will regret this!!" Although Carnage's main body was vaporized, the splattering slime pieces still writhed.
These remnants suddenly screamed in unison.
"Lord Knull will resurrect me! We are eternal—"
Before it could finish.
Thor plopped down on the largest puddle of slime, slamming his hammer onto the ground: "Shut up, red jelly! The powerful lightning surged down the hammer and into the slime.
Electroshock therapy was very effective.
Extremely effective.
It made the remnants of Carnage twitch violently.
On the verge of completely melting.
"Turns out you weren't as tough as I thought." Surprised that the opponent was not as strong as he had imagined—he had perhaps always believed his own strength was quite weak.
So his displayed combat power was quite worrying.
The formerly arrogant Thor.
Now seemed overly self-deprecating.
"How is this possible!"
The slime let out a final wail.
"How are you absorbing my essence!"
Its question was, of course, directed at Ian.
The high-dimensional crystal was dissipating.
It was being absorbed by Ian's System.
[Exotic Data analysis complete. New General Data added to your [Mimic Armor]] This time, the System analyzed it quickly, just as Ian had previously speculated.
As Ian grew stronger.
The System's processor seemed to be upgrading as well.
"New exotic data, huh."
Ian felt the new power flowing within him.
His mind stirred.
Countless black and red viscous fluids suddenly surged out of his pores, twisting and intertwining on his body like living things. The slime glowed with an intertwined dark red luster, finally solidifying into a suit of ferocious-looking armor.
Scarlet patterns pulsed like veins.
A massive letter on the chest shimmered brightly.
"Oh, now I don't have to beg Father." Ian had finally found his most perfect outfit, the Mimic Armor. He was thrilled and was just about to try turning the parts covering his fingers into sharp blades.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Suddenly.
A tremendous noise erupted.
The sky darkened.
As if a gray, immensely gloomy scroll was unfurling in the sky.
"By Odin." Thor's hammer clattered onto the ground. "Who is that?"
Everyone looked up.
They saw.
Within the phantom-like scroll.
In the endless dark void.
A gigantic figure was seated on a throne of bones.
He was covered entirely in flowing dark armor, his head resembling a jawless skull. A kind of fire burned in his hollow eye sockets, and countless symbiotes swam around him like a pilgrimage of fish.
"What's going on?"
Captain America suddenly dropped to one knee.
Blood seeped from his nostrils.
"Damn it! That's another Evil God!"
Doctor Strange immediately closed his eyes.
Gwen said nothing.
Her Spider-Sense directly overloaded, causing her to twitch as if electrocuted.
"A being even more powerful than my All-Father."
Thor's eyes were wide with disbelief, his hands trembling slightly.
Ian narrowed his eyes.
He felt as if he was looking at someone sealed inside a frame.
"Knull... in a frame... So, these Dimensional Demons and ancient gods haven't actually disappeared. They were just sealed in something like a scroll and couldn't resurrect immediately?"
Ian's Super Brain allowed him to discern some information.
His speculation seemed to trigger something. The God of Darkness in the scroll slowly raised his head. Although separated by the boundary between reality and illusion, that gaze instantly dropped the temperature of the entire city block by dozens of degrees.
Knull raised his right hand, which was covered in black armor. This simple action made the scroll shake violently, like a TV screen with a bad signal. A power transcending the laws of reality was gathering.
The next moment.
The person in the story raised his hand and launched an attack at the world outside the story.
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