Chapter 152: Dimension Awakening! Saving Bruce!
A distant bell sound chimed slowly.
As if waking from a dreamscape.
Ian’s eyelids trembled slightly, then he opened his eyes. What greeted his sight was a snow-white ceiling, grayish-white, cold, with a metallic scent. This was the medical room of the Justice League’s underground base, and also the place where he was forced to sleep anywhere before.
Returning from the Marvel Universe, Ian’s mind was still pondering about Morgan Stark and the real-world slippage. Meanwhile, The Flash, who had been anxiously pacing for over half an hour, to the point where his prostate was developing nodules from worry, hurriedly spoke, “Thank heavens! Ian! You’re finally alive!”
“You’re still Ian, right? It’s not some other soul inhabiting Ian’s skin?” The Flash, Barry Allen, was still running around Ian at high speed.
His speed was so great that he almost left afterimages in the air. His face was filled with worry and tension, as if he was constantly on guard, lest Ian, who was possessed by a mysterious dream boy, suddenly attack.
“No, no… I need to confirm if his consciousness is damaged… if his brain has been polluted and eroded… I need the assistance of Dr. Wells and Star Labs.”
He said.
While maintaining his speed, The Flash also picked up the communication device from the Batcave. He had been running continuously; Ian’s eyes could barely keep up with his movements.
Without the pressure from the outer universe, The Flash not only recovered his super-speed but even became significantly faster than before due to the heavy training these past few days.
“Uncle Barry, can’t you control your legs?” Ian had difficulty following The Flash’s trajectory; in his eyes, a red afterimage spun wildly in front of him.
The speed was so high that it was almost comparable to Superman’s.
“If you can’t control them, you can tie them up. Believe me, free-range legs won’t run faster than leashed ones.” Ian’s tone was as sincere as if he were discussing pet care.
He did indeed have two Speed Force-powered legs.
“You’re so cheeky! Alright, alright, that’s great, you’re still you.” Barry Allen’s expression froze for a moment, and his constantly circling afterimage abruptly braked on the spot.
He stopped directly in front of Ian.
Revealing a face full of anxiety.
“Ian… do you have any… bad feelings?” Barry Allen waved his hands in front of Ian, his voice extremely low as if afraid of being overheard. He maintained a cautious demeanor, occasionally glancing at Superman, who stood still like an ancient Greek statue by the nearby hospital bed.
“A tiny bit.”
Ian looked at Barry, who was acting strangely, with some suspicion. He suspected that his behavior of sleeping anywhere might have led the other to believe he had some rare strange illness like the 【Sleeping Beauty Syndrome】.
“Wh-what feeling?!”
The Flash’s pupils suddenly constricted, his entire body tensing like a string. He stared intently at the boy in front of him, his expression tense and worried. He saw the youth touch his stomach with a pained expression.
“The pizza I ordered with a friend’s credit card in my dream hasn’t arrived yet, and now I’ve woken up. I’m so hungry. Do you think there are still wild burritos out there in Gotham at this hour?”
“Perhaps I can pay a visit to my fanatical fans. They’d surely be willing to treat me to a poisoned, delicious macaroni. I hope they’re willing to add extra super chemical seasonings for me.”
Ian swallowed.
His tone was filled with longing for food.
After all, he was still at an age where he was growing.
Including the time spent in the Marvel Universe, Ian hadn’t eaten for over ten hours. He had even vomited a few times while fighting Cthulhu, so describing his current state as so hungry his chest was touching his back wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
“…”
Barry Allen had developed a good habit of not asking about the outrageousness of Ian’s diet. He simply watched as Ian began rummaging through the Batcave.
“Grumble grumble~”
Ian’s stomach let out a loud protest. He rubbed his rumbling stomach while rummaging through the Batcave, resembling a starving ghost that had crawled out of hell.
“Hasn’t my father woken up yet?” Ian was also concerned about Superman and Batman’s condition. It had been an hour since Superman had touched Batman’s pectoral muscle and refused to let go.
He guessed that his idealistic father had awakened some new idealistic ability.
“He woke up once, but to save Bruce, he took some tools and returned to this state.” The Flash’s response confirmed Ian’s guess.
Barry Allen didn’t want to elaborate on what tools Superman had used to rescue Bruce, thinking that Ian might be resistant and fearful of Batman collecting the blood of many young boys.
“You have to believe in my father, he has time to save anything.” Ian decided to add another faith buff to his father, unaware that The Flash felt a sense of offense.
“…”
The Flash felt that Ian was dissing him; he often didn’t have enough time to save everything. Under his gaze, Ian had already opened Batman’s doomsday reserve food warehouse.
There was no need to try the password.
Because he could just bite the door off and eat it.
【 Entropy Lord Experience Points +11】
The metal substances of the material world couldn’t provide Ian with experience point increases for 【Savage Tyrant】, but a small amount of 【Entropy Lord】 experience could be extracted from metal substances.
Due to the special nature of the alloy devices here, even though it was only an eleven-point experience increase, it was actually a very high experience gain efficiency for metal substances.
This was also why Ian usually disliked gnawing on doors. If the Gate of Heaven hadn’t been impossible to gnaw before, Ian felt its experience points would have been considerably generous.
Seeing a large hole directly gnawed into the iron door.
The Flash truly believed that Ian was hungry.
“I’m not worried about your father, I’m just worried about your condition now… Honestly, Ian, are there any voices speaking to you in your head?” Barry Allen watched Ian enter the food warehouse and start feasting, and he continued to ask cautiously.
Ian picked up several boxes of compressed biscuits from the warehouse.
“I don’t have schizophrenia. It’s just that Super Brain sometimes doesn’t like to obey my commands.” He responded indistinctly while stuffing biscuits into his mouth.
“This is actually normal. I’m almost fifteen, and my brain is in its rebellious phase.” He continued to scavenge Batman’s food reserves.
【Detected and absorbed lethal toxin, Savage Tyrant Experience Points +12】
From time to time.
System prompts would sound in Ian’s ears. Clearly, Batman’s food reserves must have been sourced from Schrödinger; one wouldn’t know if Batman had poisoned them until they were eaten.
The man in Gotham with the most severe persecution complex acted in this manner. Ian didn’t mind toxins; he even actively sought out chemical substances.
In the dangerous goods warehouse, which was “unknown” to whom it had been pried open, Ian found a large quantity of various dangerous chemical substances, but he used them as drinks to help swallow the compressed biscuits.
【Savage Tyrant Experience Points +260】
【Entropy Lord Experience Points +39】
【Savage Tyrant Experience Points +230】
【Entropy Lord Experience Points +39】
【Savage Tyrant Experience Points +185】
…
【Entropy Lord Lv11 [1750/10240]】
Ian drank a mouthful of Sun Soup, then a mouthful of chemical agent. Not only was he full and satisfied, but his experience points were also rapidly increasing. However, the digestion and absorption of Sun Soup were clearly not as good as that of chemical enhancement potions.
He quickly reached his daily saturation point for Sun Soup. Ian looked at the unmoving slumbering ancient god in the cup and believed that this soup brewed from an ancient god would be enough for him to drink until adulthood.
“There are so many chemical agents, I have to eat them whether I can digest them or not.” Ian found quite a bit of Superman medicine, and other medicines as well. He had known for a long time that his cunning Uncle Bruce was lying when he said the potent potions were gone. Yes, Ian knew well that Uncle Bruce had never told the truth before, and liars were easy to identify.
“With so many supplies in just one Batcave, I can’t imagine what would be in ten, a hundred, a thousand Batcaves.” Ian, while helping Uncle Bruce clear out old inventory, couldn’t help but speculate and imagine – there must be many more supplies elsewhere. Batman’s items were much more advanced than Luthor’s goods.
【You have upgraded.】
【Savage Tyrant Lv11 [1321/10240]】
【Strength: 401—406】
【Constitution: 419—422】
【Intelligence: 40.7—40.8】
【Spirit: 155—156】
As a beginner profession, the improvement wasn’t significant, but it was better than nothing. Ian knew that he would likely be able to upgrade Savage Tyrant into 【Merciless Conqueror】 before long.
No rush.
Take it slow.
Compared to other professions that become ultimate professions from the start, the advancement mode of Savage Tyrant and Berserker wasn’t bad, as they would gain additional benefits during advancement that ultimate professions didn’t have.
“I can’t drink it all, I can’t drink it all.” Ian had overestimated his appetite and underestimated Batman’s “fear of insufficient firepower” in various forms.
He didn’t want to eat and take it all, but if he missed this chance, who knew when he’d get another. Packing the undrunk potions, Ian left Batman’s warehouse.
“Do you want to gnaw on Bruce’s Batmobile a few times too?” The Flash had witnessed the entire scene from beginning to end. Batman’s secret fanboy nature might have revealed itself again here.
However, Ian wasn’t particularly fond of eating metal.
“No, it’s not nutritious, just pure junk food.” Ian only ate the door earlier for convenience. If there was other high-value, high-nutrition food, who would eat a door?
The boy looked at The Flash with the gaze one would use for someone with a mental illness.
“…”
Ultimately, The Flash found he couldn’t keep up with Ian’s thought process. However, seeing Ian energetic and not possessed, the aging single dog hero breathed a sigh of relief.
“Actually, I feel I must confess. Earlier, due to my negligence, the pollution on me escaped from my body into yours when I wasn’t paying attention.”
The Flash was not someone who shirked responsibility. He felt that even though Ian seemed to be in good spirits now, he still needed to confess the mess he had caused.
The air fell silent for a second.
Ian’s face didn’t show the anger or surprise he had expected.
“I was wondering why I got stronger again! So it was Uncle Barry’s gift!” Instead, the boy looked enlightened and casually patted Batman’s forehead on the hospital bed.
He gradually pieced together the situation, realizing that his sudden awakening of a new profession wasn’t a system benefit as he had previously thought, but rather The Flash giving him a grand gift.
“Thank you!”
Ian immediately bowed thirty-six degrees.
“Ah?”
Barry was utterly bewildered by Ian’s reaction. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, “So you’re not only fine? You’ve completely digested that source of pollution?”
The Flash couldn’t help but recall the mysterious dream boy’s plea for help. It now seemed that the boy wasn’t acting to deceive him, and it was indeed wise for Superman and Batman to use Ian’s blood to combat the pollution.
This ten-plus-year-old boy was clearly more bizarre than those sources of pollution.
“It’s not completely digested yet. It’s only 95% digested, and the remaining 5% is still being processed.” Ian looked at the system panel in his mind.
【Extra Dimension】 New data parsing progress: 95%.
This was much slower than the previous digestion of world fragments contained within 【Monster Titan】. It was related to Ian not being strong enough yet, and also likely related to the universe within The Flash’s body.
“We Kryptonians are like this.” Seeing The Flash stunned with his mouth agape, Ian preempted him and sealed off any opportunity for him to question his lineage.
“…”
What else could The Flash say? He glanced at Superman, who could hear others’ thoughts, and could only persuade himself to believe this explanation.
The bizarre Kent family.
It was quite possible none of them were human.
The Flash decided to take this speculation to his grave.
“Uncle Barry, we need to find a way to help my dad.” Ian was full and energized, and naturally wanted to do something. However, he scrolled through the skill list in his mind but couldn’t find any skills that could invade others’ souls. There were Professor X’s abilities on the 【Aberration Master】’s lush skill tree.
However.
This skill required level ten to be learned.
“What way?”
The Flash looked at Ian’s expression and could generally guess that Ian already had a plan in mind. He asked curiously, and saw the boy appear eager.
“Perhaps you can run into Batman’s dream with me. You can also be idealistic. Running anywhere is still running, and as long as you have a destination in your heart, you’ll reach it.”
Ian attempted to “remodel” The Flash.
However, Barry Allen didn’t seem to trust him.
“Can the Speed Force do something like that?”
The guy looked skeptical, showing no trust in Ian’s 【Idealistic Theory】.
“Of course it can!” Ian began to emotionally manipulate him earnestly, “The Speed Force is one of the most powerful forces in the universe! As long as you believe enough, it will never disappoint a speedster!”
His words carried an encouraging tone.
The Flash was moved by Ian’s words.
His blood boiled.
He even felt the Speed Force surging within him.
“Then I’ll give it a try.” Barry Allen took a deep breath and assumed a starting pose – then, he suddenly froze, his entire body motion like a paused video.
“What’s wrong?”
Ian tilted his head.
“Uh…”
Barry’s expression gradually became strange.
As if he had heard something incredible.
“I… I’m having hallucinations again.”
He hesitated for a moment before giving Ian a response.
“Have you been contaminated again?” Ian was somewhat surprised. If it were anyone else who had been repeatedly contaminated, he would have considered them unlucky. But for The Flash, it was no cause for alarm.
The value of those in the Justice League who were constantly banned was indeed substantial.
“No, I haven’t been contaminated, I haven’t been invaded and polluted by the outer universe.” Barry Allen didn’t want to be locked up again, so he quickly denied it.
“It’s the Speed Force… it’s talking to me.”
The Flash spoke hesitantly, then stopped.
His expression became even more complex.
“Huh?”
This was somewhat unexpected for Ian.
“It says it can’t do that kind of thing, and told me not to try randomly, and not to be led astray by your persuasion…” The Flash looked at Ian with shock.
After mobilizing the Speed Force, the hallucination he experienced made him acutely aware of the Speed Force’s wariness towards Ian. Even the Speed Force considered the youngest son of the Kent family to be a strange entity!
“You believe the Speed Force more than me? What does the Speed Force know about idealism! You’re truly a distant Uncle Barry!” Ian sighed, very dejected.
Barry, hearing him say this.
Didn’t know how to respond for a moment.
He was a speedster.
Of course, he should believe in the Speed Force.
“Perhaps we can try another method.”
Seeing that Ian still seemed unwilling to give up, Barry Allen, having been reprimanded by the Speed Force, quickly looked towards the distance. The dream detection machine that Batman had previously tried gave him an idea.
“Actually… Batman has already built a new dream exploration machine. We can modify this machine slightly to allow it to observe Bruce’s dreams through Superman!”
This was the solution The Flash came up with after the Speed Force flowed through his brain.
“Can it work?”
Ian was somewhat doubtful of The Flash’s practical abilities. He remembered that the inventions created by The Flash and his team, each initial test outcome was comparable to the initial inventions of Iron Man.
It almost failed completely.
“Of course!”
Barry Allen, with a confidence he didn’t know where it came from, said, “Now we have Superman as a ‘converter’, so we just need to let the machine capture Superman’s perceptual signal!”
“Bruce’s previous failure stemmed from him trying to observe directly, whereas we only need indirect observation for now, and we will definitely succeed,” The Flash felt he had thought of a way Batman hadn’t.
“I actually have a way too.”
Ian felt that The Flash’s idea was indeed correct, but he really didn’t want to sit in the laboratory watching movies. He wanted to participate personally, so that the MVP honor wouldn’t be lost.
The invasion from the outer universe was his story!
“Let’s experiment with my method first.”
The Flash was a bit worried that Ian would come up with some new trick.
As he spoke, he used Batman’s communicator to call Star Labs and began to rally his scientist friends for brainstorming.
For the next ten minutes, Barry Allen entered a dual mode of “Speedster + Scientist.” He shuttled at high speed in the laboratory, modifying the dream instrument.
This was an instrument he had helped Bruce recreate, so of course he understood it well. Because of this, Barry Allen listened to Cisco’s theories on vibrational waves, adjusted energy frequencies based on Caitlin’s suggestions, and even took the time to call Dr. Wells to ask about the possibility of using the Speed Force as a “bridge.”
Dr. Wells certainly understood, as he was Reverse-Flash disguised as a man in a wheelchair, possessing knowledge from the future. Therefore, his explanation made The Flash suddenly enlightened.
“So, Barry, what exactly happened on your end?” Dr. Wells asked casually, trying to get the details from The Flash.
“We encountered some problems, Batman and Superman because…” Without any defenses, and trusting Dr. Wells implicitly, The Flash was about to respond.
“Bang!”
The communicator in The Flash’s hand was suddenly snatched by Ian, and before Barry could react, the latest model mobile phone, worth $3000, was casually stuffed into his mouth by the Young Chaos God.
He didn’t eat it.
Instead, it was transferred to an Extra Dimension through his mouth, thus preventing any tracking by Reverse-Flash. He didn’t expose Reverse-Flash mainly because he feared Reverse-Flash would escape.
It was more reassuring to have the enemy under his watch. Ian hadn’t forgotten his grievances with Reverse-Flash; he wasn’t exposing him mainly because he wanted to capture Reverse-Flash to power a power plant.
Thor can generate electricity.
Reverse-Flash certainly can too.
“What are you doing?!”
The Flash looked at his empty hand in shock.
“I suddenly got hungry again and wanted to play with a phone,” Ian smacked his lips and said, patting his stomach. This didn’t make The Flash feel anything was amiss.
On the contrary, he felt Ian’s behavior was normal.
This was perhaps the growing reputation of the youth.
“Fortunately, I already have a rough idea of what needs to be done.” So, for the next period of time, without any suspicion, and simply thinking that Ian’s appetite would be too much for even Superman to handle part-time, Barry became busy. With each adjustment, he became more engrossed, his expression gradually becoming excited.
“I think this time we’ll definitely succeed!”
Barry Allen said excitedly while tightening a screw.
Ian sat on the sofa, watching the countdown for the 【 Extra Dimension New Data Analysis 99.9% 】 in his mind, while enjoying The Flash’s busy performance.
“Uncle Barry is so full of energy…”
He sighed.
“Life is about challenges, and I might be able to do something that even Bruce couldn’t achieve.” The Flash harbored a small, rebellious heart within the Justice League, destined for the absolute center stage. Finally, after countless micro-adjustments, tests, and re-adjustments, The Flash excitedly announced that he had successfully created a new version of the Dream Detector.
“I did it! I did it!”
He wiped the sweat from his brow, his face beaming with accomplishment.
“Now, as long as we activate this machine, we can peek into Bruce’s dreams through Superman’s perception!” The Flash took a deep breath and solemnly pressed the activation button.
“Hum–“
The machine let out a low hum, the screen lit up, and then…
【 Unauthorized Intrusion Detected 】
【 Countdown to Explosion: 10:00 】
The Flash: “???”
Before he could react.
0.01 seconds later.
“BOOM!!!”
The entire laboratory was engulfed in a blinding white light. Fortunately, Ian’s reflexes were quick, and he seized the opportunity to charge forward, swallowing the energy produced by the explosion, thus averting further damage.
【 Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +198 】
【 Berserker Experience Points +34 】
The smoke and dust cleared.
Ian skillfully waited for his ruptured esophagus to heal, then let out a belch full of black smoke and radiation. Today, he had truly eaten something good.
【 Berserker Experience Points +3 】
【 Berserker Experience Points +3 】
【 Berserker Experience Points +3 】
…
Even after healing himself, he continued to gain. Ian calmly extinguished the last flame with a fire extinguisher.
The Flash stood there, stunned.
He was unharmed.
However, he was deeply dejected.
“As expected, Uncle Barry, you still don’t understand Batman well enough. Before he asked you to help him build the machine, you should have realized that anything belonging to Batman, even if it were classified as a ‘quick recycle,’ would be considered an indiscriminate terrorist attack.”
Ian sighed.
He spoke with earnest sincerity.
“…”
Barry slowly lowered his head.
He looked at the remains of the machine on the ground, now turned to charcoal.
Then he looked up at Ian again.
His lips trembled.
“It shouldn’t have been like this. I watched him assemble the machine, and I participated. How did he plant the bomb behind my back… And who… who would install a tactical nuclear bomb in their own instrument?!”
The Flash ran his hands through his hair in a frenzy. He knew this was no longer a matter of mere caution; even the word “madness” might be an understatement for Bruce.
“Don’t despair, at least we’ve proven your modification idea is correct – it’s just that Batman’s defensive measures are too insane,” Ian earnestly comforted The Flash.
“…”
The Flash did not respond, merely slumping to the ground dejectedly.
“You can even eat nuclear bombs?”
His gaze towards Ian became increasingly strange.
“I am Ian, the Universe Devourer.” Ian checked his 【 Extra Dimension 】. The new data had been parsed, and he felt the changes in the Extra Dimension.
【 Ding! 】
【 Extra Dimension Data Parsing Complete! 】
【 Shattered Universe Fully Absorbed! 】
【 World Template Loading! 】
In Ian’s mind.
The system’s prompt sounded clearly.
The next second.
He felt the originally barren 【 Extra Dimension 】 within him begin to vibrate violently – the land undulated and stretched like ocean waves, and the sky was pushed upward by an unseen hand.
The grayish mist was torn open, revealing a brand new sky.
“Wow…”
Ian blinked.
His consciousness sank into his dimensional world.
“Why are you lying on the ground again! Are you too full?” The Flash, finding Ian leaning back without warning, instinctively reached out to catch him as his head was about to hit the ground.
“Thump~”
A strange thing happened.
He couldn’t touch Ian.
However, he could hear the sound of Ian’s head making contact with the ground. If Ian hadn’t been immersed in his consciousness, he would have recognized from the sound that his head was a good head.
“It’s gotten so much bigger!”
Ian discovered that the world’s landscape had advanced from Earth-sized to solar-system vast. Although it was still a flat earth with a round sky, there were now many stars in the sky that could be landed on.
Of course.
The changes to the land were the most noticeable; everything had become different. The originally barren and small world was undergoing a rapid transformation.
The land began to extend.
The sky also rose.
The most shocking thing was that modern cities were rising from the expanded land! Skyscrapers of steel and concrete appeared like a miracle at the edge of his vision.
Neon lights flickered, streets crisscrossed, traffic tracks weaved through the air, and clusters of futuristic buildings looked as if they had been transplanted directly from another universe.
This formed a stark contrast with the surrounding, not yet fully integrated, forests, swamps, and ruins. The original primeval jungle still existed, with several trolls wandering among the towering ancient trees. But now, a neat cut line appeared at the edge of this wilderness, and on the other side of the line was the steel jungle of a modern metropolis.
On one side was the primeval forest, with vines entwined and beasts lurking, and on the other side was the steel jungle, with brilliant lights and endless traffic. The boundary appeared extremely fractured.
It was as if two worlds had been forcibly stitched together, and the air still carried the distorted ripples from the spatial dislocation. This scene truly frightened the trolls who were active at the edge of the original world.
“We’ve entered a secret realm!”
“That side must be a secret realm!”
“No! There are so many humans in there! Scary! Too scary!”
The trolls frantically burrowed back into the jungle. The newly loaded urban area indeed had many people; office workers squeezed onto the subway, baristas frothed milk, and couples kissed on park benches – everyone lived as usual, completely unaware that the land beneath their feet had been merged with the primeval jungle of another dimension.
Cognitive filtering.
This was a characteristic of dimensional compatibility.
Of course, not everyone was kept in the dark.
“Snap!”
A mobile phone, previously “eaten” by Ian, fell from the sky after freefall, landing precisely on the forehead of Franklin Richards, who was looking around in confusion.
“Hiss—”
The Omega-level mutant child clutched his forehead, picked up the phone, and twitched his eye towards the sky – a sun was hanging there, displaying a comical smiling face.
“How can there be such a Demon God in the DC universe…” Franklin Richards twitched his eyes as he looked at the sky. He could sense Ian’s gaze but couldn’t see Ian.
After waking up.
The original custodian of the Mutant Universe discovered that his abilities had been suppressed. This was the influence of dimensional compatibility; he and his universe had become subservient to someone else.
“What do you want to do to us?!” Franklin Richards was filled with fear and anxiety. He looked up at the sky and asked, but the people around him, under the influence of his power, did not notice him.
“Do you want to enslave us, or turn us into nutrients?”
Franklin Richards persisted.
However, there was no response from the sky.
Just then.
He caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of something rapidly approaching from the direction of the primeval forest – two independent legs, with nothing above the knees, were sprinting towards the city at an astonishing speed.
“???”
Franklin Richards instinctively teleported to the boundary, raised his hand, and released an invisible barrier to block the running legs, using his power to restrain them.
However, he couldn’t completely suppress their power.
“No, what is this thing?!” After being baptized by the smiling sun, Franklin Richards had gained some acceptance of the concept of running legs.
He tried to turn the two dark legs into toys.
However.
The suppression of his abilities was too strong, and in the end, he could only watch as the dark legs broke free from his restraint and then ran back into the primeval forest in the opposite direction.
“Higher permission than me? Master Ian’s pet Speed Force?” Before the legs escaped, Franklin Richards obtained crucial information.
Master Ian.
This was clearly the name of the Demon God.
“What kind of Demon God would keep two legs and equip them with AJ sneakers!” As Franklin Richards was filled with surprise and tried to figure out what the Demon God was experimenting with.
“That’s the ‘Ghost of Aimless Running’.” A gentle female voice came from behind. An Elf emerged from the forest, picking small glowing mushrooms around the forest.
“No one knows its origin, no one knows what it wants to do.”
“Some say they are lost souls from ancient legends, forever running because they cannot stop, until they exhaust their souls, or find their lost butts. Others say they are tools created by the Creator to measure the land and monitor all beings – in short, it will not attack us, you just need to avoid touching it.”
The Elf cautioned Franklin with a hint of apprehension.
Silence.
A long silence.
After an unknown amount of time, Franklin, who had been staring at the Elf picking mushrooms, finally found his voice. “Excuse me for asking, why do you Elves speak Chinese?”
His tone was filled with strangeness and an indescribable complex emotion.
“What do you mean ‘Chinese’? This is the oldest Elven language.” The Elf looked at Franklin with confusion, “You are speaking Orcish now.”
Her words made Franklin’s expression even more colorful. Franklin looked into the distance and saw a group of Orcs peeking from the forest, speaking English with an Australian accent.
And on the other side.
Several Trolls were huddled together for warmth.
They were chattering in Japanese.
Everything was so natural yet incredibly discordant. At this moment, the highly intelligent Franklin understood. He looked at the smiling sun in the sky again.
“The Demon God here must have limited knowledge! He must be semi-illiterate… That’s why his dimension doesn’t have its own distinct language system!”
As soon as he said this.
The moment the words fell.
The sky suddenly changed color.
Thunder rumbled in the sky.
The sun’s smiley face directly turned into a sun’s red temperature face. Thunderclouds churned, and lightning snaked through the clouds like mad serpents, making the air of the entire dimension feel scorching.
“Don’t disturb the Creator! The language bestowed by the Creator is very useful! We can automatically learn it from birth!” The elf hurriedly pulled Franklin, who was half a body taller than him, but couldn’t force Franklin to kneel on the ground.
“Apologize quickly! Praise the Creator for ten minutes, and He will forgive you!” The elf began to persuade Franklin, but Franklin just stiffened his little back defiantly.
Of course.
His little back didn’t stay stiff for long.
“Heh, ask me to apologize? I am Franklin Richards! Even if the Living Tribunal came!” He wanted to brag, but before he could finish speaking, he saw the sun grow one hundred and eight arms.
Yes, one hundred and eight giant hands of brilliant golden light extended from the clouds, each holding lightning powerful enough to shatter planets, all aimed at his waist.
“…”
The air froze for a second.
Feeling that each bolt of lightning could seal a portion of his power, Franklin immediately knelt, raising his hands and offering the gold beneath his knees.
“Forgive me, I am still a child.”
He tried to salvage the situation.
“The Creator also said He was a child.”
The elf reminded Franklin that magic couldn’t be used to counter magic here.
“…”
Franklin was speechless. Seeing the sun about to unleash lightning, he quickly had an inspiration and began to praise, “Great Creator, Master Ian! Your dimensional world is so exquisitely beautiful! The art of patchwork displays your unconventional aesthetic! The diversity of languages proves your wisdom of drawing from many sources.”
“Even those two legs that can run demonstrate your profound understanding of the Multiverse!” Years of wandering had smoothed out Franklin’s rebelliousness.
He wasn’t just saving himself.
He was also trying to save his devoured universe. His ten-minute monologue finally caused the thunderclouds to gradually dissipate. The sun’s expression changed from anger to 【 reluctant satisfaction 】. The sky finally returned to peace, the sun reverted to its comical smiley face, and the one hundred and eight hands retracted, giving an “OK” gesture before leaving.
“Phew~”
Franklin wiped away his sweat with his small hand.
“As a newly emerging human race, you still need to ponder the Creator’s preferences. Would you like to try this! Mushroom flavored like roasted chicken is rare!”
“And that one—a red umbrella mushroom with the aroma of stew! Only three gold coins.” The elf enthusiastically began to sell her harvest to Franklin.
“Three gold coins?”
Franklin’s expression gradually shifted from shock to numbness. He saw the other party open a coconut and find pork chops inside, making it hard to imagine what kind of bizarre world this was.
“Yes, gold coins are the universal currency for all races. You need to pray to the Creator for half an hour every day to get one gold coin. Fanatics get two.”
“The Orcs have many fanatics, they are very wealthy,” the elf said with envy. Her words silenced Franklin, who had many conspiracy theories.
Can Demon Gods extort faith like this?
The little Creator of Marvel felt he had touched a knowledge blind spot.
“Hey! You sucked us into your dimension, you should come out and talk to me, right?!” Franklin looked up at the sky again, but he found he could no longer feel the will of the Demon God.
The young Evil God, also a child, had indeed left. Ian had other things to do. After sorting out this time’s gains, he flipped over like a carp.
“No, are you only sleeping for a minute this time?”
The Flash was startled and retreated.
It was mainly because Ian’s carp flip was too sudden.
He hit the ceiling with one flip.
“Although it’s only a minute, I am different now. I have entered the youth stage from the childhood stage, and I am very powerful now.” Ian fell to the ground from the ceiling. Having received new dimensional data and unlocked many authorities of Demon Gods, he knew he had officially become a brand-new Dimensional Demon God.
“Now… no, my vocabulary isn’t that poor. I’ve already used the word ‘now’ just now. I need to use ‘currently’. Currently, I have a way to enter Uncle Bruce’s brain.” Ian’s tone was full of confidence, and his performance made The Flash’s pupils dilate slightly.
“How do you get in?”
The Flash truly couldn’t help but overthink. Could the ominous nature of the boy before him be such that he could just lie on the ground, ponder what ability he needed, and then “evolve” that ability in an unreasonable way?
“Of course, using the most traditional method.” Ian looked at Bruce, and then a blurry and profound phantom began to appear. This was one of the most basic authorities of a Dimensional Demon God.
【 Dimensional Projection: The ability to project a part of one’s own dimension into the real world. Within the projection’s range, dimensional rules are automatically applied. 】 Almost all Dimensional Demon Gods have such means. The reason Ian summoned his dimensional projection was precisely because he was going to use it for what Dimensional Demon Gods do.
“Dimensional Erosion!”
As his thoughts concentrated, the phantom began to expand and stretch, enveloping his body like a tide.
Immediately after, carried by his dimensional projection, Ian, along with his physical body, transformed into a tide and surged into the universe contained within Batman’s body.
“Is this the unreasonableness of the 【 Idealistic Theory 】? Where is the tradition?” The Flash watched dumbfounded as, in the next second, Ian’s figure completely disappeared from reality.
The Dimensional Demon God launched an erosion and pollution against another dimension.
After Ian successfully invaded.
Beneath his feet was cracked black earth, and the sky was a sickly dark red. Dimensional phantoms swirled around him, like a layer of flowing black and gold light, slowly expelling and reshaping the surrounding space. His existence was like a light from a higher dimension, illuminating this dark and decaying world.
“Oh my god! Old Man is finally impatient and going to make a move on Batman! What is he doing!?”
Ian’s gaze passed through the desolate and ruined world, looking towards the end of this broken dimension. He saw a peculiar space shrouded in golden radiance.
The plot of three people was unfolding in this space.
However, Superman was not standing side-by-side with Batman.
Behold.
The scene reflected in Ian’s pupils was somewhat beyond his expectations. In the golden space, Clark was working with a man in golden armor.
“Don’t move! Bruce! Don’t struggle! Relax!” Clark and the armored man were flustered as they pressed the wildly struggling Bruce Wayne onto a… very ostentatious golden toilet.
