Chapter 130: Ian’s Pocket Universe! I Am The Evil God! [revised, Less Flavor]
Everything happened so suddenly.
If life could start over.
Ian felt he would choose to never shit again in this lifetime—when 【is loading】 this prompt appeared, the system clearly didn’t give Ian any time to react.
It directly ambushed this fourteen-year-old little comrade, taking Ian and instantly disappearing from the restroom in his new home—by the time his old father looked over, the restroom was already empty.
The boy entered the so-called 【Extra Dimension】.
This world.
Everything seemed proportionally shrunken countless times; even a towering heavenly tree was only the size of a fingernail, while Ian remained squatting above a lush forest.
Laughter and cheers rang in his ears.
The forest buzzed with a heated atmosphere.
But Ian’s heart felt very cold.
Because he was now in an area crowded with little people—these little people kept looking up at Ian, chattering noisily.
Were they gazing at the starry sky?
No, perhaps they were gazing at someone’s round butt; whether they spied an unknown black hole was anyone’s guess. Clearly, the spotlight wasn’t a boon for Ian at this moment.
Rumbling.
The ground shook.
In the ancient forest filled with a primal aura.
Countless beasts fled in panic, swarms of species scattering outward; this wasn’t due to Ian’s arrival, but the gale stirred by his wave to shoo away the little people.
This was true earth-shaking.
Like a hurricane descending.
“No way, they still won’t scatter?” Ian looked down, his expression a sight to behold; nearly a thousand ant-sized brown-skinned humanoid creatures continued exclaiming in awe.
Their faces were filled with shock and reverence.
Even someone as thick-skinned as Ian would have the normal emotional reaction; no one in the world would enjoy having a crowd of little people watching while they took a shit.
“Damn it!”
Ian had no time to ponder what was going on with this 【Extra Dimension】; he paused for just a second, then yanked up his pants and whooshed into the sky.
Wiping his butt while vanishing into the clouds.
“Fuck! System! This isn’t over between us!” Even facing the most dangerous enemies, confronting DC Universe’s eternal runner-up, Ian’s silhouette had never looked so disheveled.
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh~”
The airflow from his leap into flight was even stronger than before, directly blowing countless little people away, with many trees toppling to the ground.
However.
Even so.
It didn’t stop the little people who climbed back from continuing their shock—they had brown skin, fangs in their mouths, clearly resembling primitive orcs.
Coming from the 【World of Warcraft】’s 【Extra Dimension】, it naturally contained information unique to that world. But these ant-sized orcs looked gaunt and emaciated.
Facing the gale disaster.
Not a single orc unleashed any supernatural means; perhaps this 【Extra Dimension】 lacked the supernatural, containing only basic things and life.
“Heavens! What is that!”
“Giant! The giant flew away!”
“How can there be such a massive creature! He’s bigger than the most terrifying giant beast Xiba in the forest… oh, Xiba, the invincible Xiba was just stomped into meat paste by him!”
“That’s the forest king whose skin no blade could pierce!” The orcs’ tones were filled with awe; they felt utterly shocked by Ian’s appearance.
Such a colossal creature.
Could it be the legendary wise giant beast?
The massive lifeform that created the world.
With every gesture, heaven and earth shifted.
How fantastical, how brilliant, like a scene from a story!
That terrifying giant who could pierce the sky could even fly, truly beyond the orcs’ comprehension; it was hard to imagine such a majestic and powerful existence.
Seeing an enormous cup crash to the ground, the orcs didn’t know what it was; they only saw “floodwaters” spilling from the mysterious transparent “great ship,” forming a lake on the ground.
Plants grew wildly.
Many lives near the lake, after just a sip, exploded and died on the spot.
Utterly terrifying.
At first, the orcs were fearful and uneasy, thinking it some curse or punishment. But soon, someone realized something was off, and the scene reversed instantly.
“This isn’t a curse… I can feel it; those who drank the lake water became powerful lives before dying, but their bodies couldn’t withstand the god’s boon.”
An elderly shaman said excitedly.
“A god? So gods need to excrete too… that god was clearly excreting just now.”
Another young warrior muttered softly.
He was a clever orc.
But his other tribesmen clearly weren’t as clever.
“That must be our ancestor; after all, I was praying for our ancestor to save us weaklings, and then the giant brought us his boon.”
“Didn’t you see? The giant was sucking stuff from that great ship the whole time; it must be something good.” Tribal elder Garrosh Starving murmured softly.
Amid the discussions.
The tribe’s bravest warrior stepped forward.
He was Grom Ravenous.
As a primitive tribe still in the barbaric era, the orcs’ surnames were clearly bizarre, perhaps using some ideology symbolizing the tribe’s survival state as surnames?
It could also be remnants of a shattered universe, after being absorbed into someone’s Extra Dimension, influenced by something truly indescribable.
No one could say exactly what was going on.
In any case.
Grom Ravenous stepped forward like a true warrior.
“I trust my own judgment! Those dead lives were just too close to the miracle; this is a test, and only by passing it can one gain the god’s blessing.” Grom Ravenous was an orc starved since childhood, skin and bones; he took a deep breath and headed straight for the lake.
He approached.
As if under immense pressure.
Every step was extremely difficult.
Grom Ravenous stopped before the lake; he didn’t even manage to bend down for a big drink before crouching on the ground, clutching his head and roaring continuously.
As if enduring a terribly frightening influence.
“Gulp.”
The tribe’s orcs held their breath, awaiting the result.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Suddenly!
Grom Ravenous let out a roar; the next moment, a warm energy exploded in his body, like a flame burning through his limbs.
Under everyone’s stunned gaze, his muscles swelled rapidly, skin tightening and shining; his body surged to over two meters tall, radiating an oppressive aura.
Just by standing in front of the lake.
He gained such a boon?
This orc gained enhancement! His originally frail body instantly became mountainous and burly! His skin gleamed with golden luster, veins bulging like dragons under the skin!
Golden orc!
Born in this moment!
High-dimensional discards were treasures in low-dimensional worlds—no supernatural world had birthed the supernatural for the first time, in a way no one expected.
The milk tea tainted with Ian’s saliva was clearly full of radiation.
At least for these low-dimensional lives.
“As expected! I passed the test; this isn’t just a miracle—it’s a boon!” Grom Ravenous excitedly felt his new physique.
To prove his power.
He charged straight at a massive rock.
Fist smashing down.
“Bang bang bang~”
Accompanied by a massive boom.
The rock was shattered by his bare fists!
“Heavens!”
“Ancestor above! That punch could probably kill a wild boar!”
“Is the Ravenous family about to produce a legendary warrior who can hunt giant beasts alone?” The surrounding wild orcs exclaimed at the sight.
This was power they never dared dream of in the past.
With such a strong physique.
No need to worry about not hunting enough food.
Chieftain Blackhand Dizzy-With-Hunger could hold back no longer.
His heart was shocked.
Knowing this was the chance to change the tribe’s fate.
Thus.
Blackhand Dizzy-With-Hunger loudly declared.
“I’m the chieftain! I can definitely pass the god’s trial too!” With that, he rushed to the golden lake; out of greed, he prostrated and tried to guzzle the divine water.
However.
He overestimated himself.
He did get a bit closer than the Ravenous family warrior.
But only his mouth touched the lake.
Even as the tribe’s strongest orc.
That’s where he stopped.
He gained enhancement from the lake’s face-radiating radiation; his body nearly couldn’t withstand the power, veins bulging, blood seeping, muscles tearing as they expanded.
His whole body writhed in agony, like it was about to explode.
“I can do it! I’m the strongest! The god favors me!”
Blackhand roared.
But sensing something wrong, he frantically retreated. The next second, he swung his fist, pulverizing an even larger rock, its power far surpassing Grom Ravenous.
The tribe’s orcs could no longer hold back, rushing forward to partake in the trial; every orc who approached gained varying degrees of enhancement.
The exact enhancement amount.
Depended on how long they could stay by the Sacred Lake.
Yes.
Sacred Lake.
The orc tribe had quietly shifted their view of this lake. Seeing this, priest Garrosh Starving trembled to his knees, tears streaming.
“This… this must be the gospel the giant bestowed upon us!”
He raised his hands high.
Solemnly declaring.
“This lake is clearly the Source of Power, the reason the wise giant is so massive; from this day, this lake shall be named—【Fountain of Life】!”
“All who partake in its trial shall gain strength; may the tribe one day birth a warrior who can drink from it—that warrior shall become legend!”
The priest’s words were echoed.
The tribe’s orcs cheered in unison.
Their voices shook the heavens.
The supernatural had been nurtured.
Perhaps their story had quietly begun here too. Meanwhile, a new worship of the mysterious giant was budding.
Only.
Ian, floating in the clouds watching this, didn’t want such worship.
He knew he was the Dimensional Lord of this Extra Dimension; his trash was treasure to its creatures, but this wasn’t the Dimensional Demon God start he wanted.
“If I took a piss, would it directly become the Eternal Well?”
“Where are the elves? Where are the elves?” Ian knew he’d overeaten tech and tricks tonight; he scanned around, his gaze reaching every corner of the world.
This was the privilege of being a Dimensional Lord.
Yes.
The Extra Dimension unlocked by the system truly made him a Dimensional Lord, and the shrunken world below was his current feeble dimension.
Faith’s power gathered toward Ian.
Not much.
But better than nothing.
Since it came from lives in his own dimension, its quality was much higher than the magic power from those casual believers at the 【Superhero Popularity Center】.
Of course.
The difference in magic power quality wasn’t mottled versus pure.
This difference was like the density gap between liquid metal and air; same ordinary lives, different individuals provided Ian fixed “volume” of magic power. But due to varying faith levels, the same “volume” had different densities.
Used the same way.
Just different “influence” when “burned.”
“My dimension is feeble, but clearly those specks are conceptually no different from DC Universe’s ordinary people; after all, they provide me such ample magic power.”
“Probably just limited by the world’s tiny size, making their bodies ant-like.”
Ian felt his authority as a Dimensional Demon God; he could grow or shrink in this world, and clearly sense how truly minuscule the entire world was.
Roughly the size of an Earth.
Round sky, square earth.
Looking up revealed no starry sky, just white and black colors alternating—this dimension was just from a Cosmic Fragment after all.
【This data contains incomplete Cosmic Law, aiding the host in forging their own Extra Dimension.】 Ian recalled the info from before the system finished “extracting.”
Clearly, the so-called 【Extra Dimension】 data package just gave him a dimensional blank, like a half-finished sandbox game with only the basic framework.
Like a dreamscape world.
Seemingly operating normally.
But many parts didn’t hold up to scrutiny, still needing perfection. Like the sky—no Sun, yet day and night existed.
“My world can be built from scratch.”
Ian felt the dimension’s heartbeat.
He could “hear” wind over mountaintops, “see” water through rock crevices, “touch” every creature’s breathing.
At this moment, the boy finally understood why legendary Dimensional Demon Gods indulged in their domains—everything within was an extension of the Dimensional Demon God’s will.
Every drop of water, leaf, gust of wind responded to their call.
And he himself.
Had now become such an existence.
He could alter rules, reshape order, even elevate a race from mundane to supernatural.
He was no longer just a Transmigrator.
But a true Creator.
“As Creator, an Evil God’s dimension shouldn’t look like this.” With a thought, using his newfound authority, Ian began “painting” the sky like graffiti.
Thereupon.
Ian closed his eyes.
Feeling the magic power swirling in his mind.
That power born after Ian rebuilt the Marvel Universe had maintained solid growth in his mind.
After the 【Death of Stocking Superman】 Major Event planned by an extraordinary sage, Ian’s magic power had evolved from well-water level to great lake level.
They were magic power.
Also divine power.
And now.
Lord Evil God began wielding his authority, redefining this embryonic world, tweaking its operational laws one by one.
“There are so many Dimensional Demon Gods; to stand out needs some wild tricks, like a talent show.” Ian always had his ordinary person’s take on supernatural professions.
Gravity, Conservation of Matter, Energy Conversion… these physical laws taken for granted in most worlds needed his personal rewrite in this nascent dimension.
Magic power flowed from his fingertips.
Seeping into every corner of the world.
Rewriting each rule consumed his magic power, but also made the world more stable and ideal—actually, the magic power wasn’t depleted.
It was fused into this Extra Universe.
If needed.
Ian could still mobilize or reclaim it, but to maintain his construction and modification plans, this magic power had to remain in the world’s foundation.
“I found why Dimensional Demon Gods are stronger in their dimensions: most of their magic power is stored there.”
“The rules maintained by most magic power in the dimension can be seen as part of the Dimensional Demon God themselves.” Ian continued modifying and compiling the world amid his insights.
He imbued the world’s Natural Law with magical meaning.
Why must a coconut be just a coconut?
A coconut could be braised chicken rice coconut, fried pork chop coconut; a distant forest began mutating. Trees twisted and grew, trunks showing menu-like patterns.
Ian reached out.
A coconut fell into his hand; opened, it wasn’t white liquid but packed with steak, the marbled kind.
He ate it savorily.
He figured other creatures in this world would praise him too.
An Evil God’s world needed milk tea cacti; the spines were straws—poke gently, and sweet milk tea gushed out, flavor random.
Including surprises like booger and stink bug flavors.
“That’s more like it!”
Ian nodded in satisfaction.
“An Evil God’s backyard should be this unreasonable.”
He unleashed his “Creator talent” again.
Thus, specific rocks on mountains, when pried open, revealed soft bread; if uneaten, they hardened into normal stone after three minutes, repeatedly playing music complaining people “missed the best eating period.”
River tributaries, after certain areas, turned milky white; a sip was sweet milk, but scooped into a cup, it became strawberry/chocolate/mint flavor based on the drinker’s mood.
Besides that.
Any high fall into grass was guaranteed unharmed; even severe injuries healed by eating a few 【Ian Fruits】—this setting was a must.
Any creature’s pocket could pull out items larger than their body, including their home. Water lacked buoyancy, but “swimwear” let one learn swimming.
Food didn’t rot.
Raw meat stayed “fresh” after 100 years; gourmet secrets of Ian were hidden worldwide—after all, in an Evil God’s world, the weirder, the more reasonable.
“Oh, right—humans in battle robes grow 24-pack abs; see who dares criticize my books for nonexistent stuff now?”
Truly qualified writers were like this; for his writing, he created a dimension as proof, even burning half his magic power.
“Hilarious, magic power is endless anyway.” Ian wanted to embed faith in himself into the world, so he raised his hand, gently smearing the sky.
Magic power gathered at his fingertips.
Flowing like viscous pigment.
Lord Evil God used magic power to outline a massive circle.
Golden and dazzling.
Radiating warm energy across the world.
This was the Sun—but Ian didn’t want it just a ball.
“You have to smile.”
Ian murmured.
The next second, a huge smiley face appeared on the Sun’s surface, identical to his own, eyes squinted, mouth grinning in playful laughter.
“Gagagaga~”
On clear days.
The Sun would laugh.
It shone for Ian on all things; sun worship’s faith would be absorbed by Ian. Clearly, Lord Evil God considered his gains.
Not just creating an Evil God’s backyard.
The Sun’s smiley face bathed the world below in golden light. Plants swayed more joyfully, animals looked up at the sudden light source.
Somewhat confused.
But soon adapted to its presence.
At that moment.
Ian noticed a peculiar phenomenon.
Under the Sun’s magic radiation, some plants showed subtle changes. Their colors brightened, growth speed seemingly accelerated.
One particularly tall tree.
Its leaf edges even gleamed faintly gold.
Clearly, the Sun was more than a light source; it continuously released faint magic radiation. This magic sprinkled like fine rain, slowly absorbed by plants and animals.
Supernatural.
Perhaps about to be nurtured.
This magic belonged to Ian and the world; it circulated everywhere, following specific Conservation of Energy, passing endlessly between all things.
When Ian needed them back.
They wouldn’t just return.
They’d bring “interest” from the circulation. Realizing this, Ian got excited and decided to accelerate the world’s supernatural nurturing.
“Plants do photosynthesis, why can’t we humans and animals!” With Ian’s decision, subtle changes began in the world.
Orcs, elves, humans, and other intelligent species all noticed their skin changing; no life knew what happened to the whole world.
“What’s going on?”
“My stomach feels full!”
“Sunlight on my skin! I feel my vitality growing!”
“Miracle! Heavens! A miracle!”
……
Before these intelligent species adapted to the new power, the “Creator” lord floating above the clouds turned his gaze to the night region.
“This place should have a moon.”
Ian painted again.
Another full moon appeared, ink-black yet emitting soft cold light. Ian smiled lightly, pointing; a gloomy black face emerged on the moon’s surface.
Still him.
The him with the big black face.
The moon was also infused with Ian’s magic power.
In the half it illuminated, nocturnal creatures gathered where moonlight was strongest. They tilted heads, seemingly absorbing the moon’s emitted magic power.
One fox-like creature’s eyes began flickering unnatural silver in the moonlight.
Monster.
Perhaps budding.
“Not sure if wild beasts’ faith counts as faith?”
Actually, Ian originally wanted to use his butt as the moon, but after his childhood trauma, he dared not let any person or animal see his butt now.
“Welcome to! Ian’s Pocket Universe!” DC Universe now had its own Franklin Richards; Ian felt the lives in this dimension were truly lucky.
The entire dimension instantly came alive.
Light and dark alternated, warmth and cold coexisted.
Day had his smile shining on everyone, night his black face guarding; 24/7, lives felt his care, matching the world’s other settings—not just faith surging endlessly, but perfectly capturing the Evil God dimension vibe.
“It can get eviler; later when free, chat with my Super Brain, get brain cells’ opinions, and I’ll become the evillest Evil God across the Myriad Worlds.”
Ian was confident.
At least he thought he had the talent. Though unsatisfied with his dimension remodeling, his mind’s magic power was truly running low.
If there’s a chance.
Ian felt he needed to boost his popularity more.
Stocking Superman was legend now, but he still had ancestors and dozens of alt accounts; show Stocking Superman’s suicide note and he’d skyrocket back.
Hero in DC.
Use gained magic power to nourish this Extra Dimension.
What a wonderful virtuous cycle.
“Wonder if there’s a chance to bring old dad, old mom, and Marvel Universe followers here, let them feel my world-shaking talent.”
As the saying goes, once accomplished, one wants to show off to familiars.
Ian was much the same.
After all, as the phrase goes—being awesome without letting acquaintances know is like splendid clothes at night. Ian was ordinary, a show-off since childhood.
Logically, Dimensional Demon Gods should have ways to let others enter their dimensions; Ian figured he should too, but he hadn’t felt that authority yet.
Perhaps because he was still a juvenile Evil God?
First time as Evil God.
Ian couldn’t quite figure the reason; he just knew if he unlocked it, he could let Marvel Universe followers boast about him before his parents. Especially saving the entire Marvel Universe, becoming its Savior—that was worth bragging big time.
“Maybe because my dimension is still too small, not a complete dimension.” Ian looked around; his gaze pierced all obstacles to the world’s end.
An Earth-sized world wasn’t big, but small… actually really small. Forget Superman dad coming; even Ian without Demon God authority circling the world wouldn’t take long—he flew faster than a sixth-gen fighter, not ideal for such a tiny world.
“I think I know how to expand the dimension’s area.”
The whole world was too small, creatures and plants too tiny; though Ian could resize at will, he was still unsatisfied, mind flashing to invasion events.
If he got more Cosmic Fragments.
Those little black orbs.
Could they expand the universe?
“Not only can I write great books, I can build great worlds!” Ian’s eyes lit up, envisioning holding a black orb, kneading like plasticine to merge different universe shards into his world.
That image was too beautiful!
Intoxicating!
The profession 【King of Myriad Worlds】 probably referred to this myriad; dimension size, area, richness all affected the profession’s ultimate combat power and performance!
“This is hardly not ‘stronger dimension, stronger me’… the abducted Minotaur was right; I’m a Dimensional Demon God, it has prophetic vibes.”
Ian sighed, lifting his hand to check; the watch he’d drawn was gone, probably crushed by Doomsday in battle.
“Time for a nap is nearing.” Of course, this didn’t hinder Ian’s timekeeping; he tracked DC Universe time via his Shared Brain.
As for why draw a watch on his hand, naturally to use less of his own brain; publicly, he preferred tangible time perception.
Like love needing to be spoken.
Same principle.
Hard to refute anyway.
“Marvel Universe side is stable now; going back, probably just grab tea somewhere.” Ian casually redrew a watch on his wrist.
The instant the watch appeared.
It linked to the timer implanted in Doctor Strange’s brain.
Thus.
The drawn watch began ticking.
Time was indeed late.
The moment hour and minute hands overlapped on the dial.
Ian’s brain suddenly twitched familiarly; even in his dimension, he felt the summons from the Marvel Universe.
The scene before him distorted.
Like someone smearing pigment-covered brushes on his retinas.
Next second.
Noisy clamor flooded his ears.
Ian appeared silently on a Marvel Universe street amid crowds; no one noticed his arrival.
Skyscrapers.
Traffic bustling.
Far off, Stark Industries’ logo gleamed in sunlight. Sunlight refracted dazzlingly off glass curtain walls, the huge “STARK” at the top proclaiming its presence worldwide.
“Wait, no!”
Ian remembered searching everywhere before but not finding Stark Tower; in his memory, this world’s Stark Tower was a squat building.
Now.
How did it become the city’s most dazzling structure?
Oh.
No.
There was an even more dazzling building! Ian turned; at the city center stood a giant metal statue more exaggerated than the Statue of Liberty.
That was—strong AI, New Teacher Tony!
〔Ate spoiled takeout, this is a leave notice, owed 2 days’ 20k-word big chapter, now changed to owing everyone 3 days.〕
