Chapter 162: Write The World! God’s Great Power!
After Ian disappeared from the Marvel Universe, time in this world continued to flow, and the void turbulence within the black hole was still raging.
The disintegrated wreckage of the spaceship scattered and drifted.
Captain America Steve Rogers and Gwen Stacy were thrown into a Void. There were no concepts of up, down, left, or right here, no light, no sound, only endless darkness and occasionally flickering strange seeds floating like stars.
“Am I still alive?” When Gwen slowly opened her eyes, she found herself floating in an endless void. There was no horizon, no sky, no light, no shadow, only endless emptiness and silence.
She blinked, trying to clear her mind, but her body felt weightless, floating in invisible space. Not far away, Captain America had his eyes closed, as if asleep, but his shield was eerily suspended beside him, fixed in place by some invisible force without drifting away.
“Captain? Wake up!”
Gwen swam over and patted his face.
No response.
She pinched Steve’s philtrum, but there was still no reaction. Gwen frowned, thought for a moment, then suddenly lifted her foot and kicked Steve in the groin without hesitation, though she controlled the force very well.
It hurt, but not destructively so.
Just enough to stimulate the brain.
“Bang!”
“Ow——!!!”
This was a medical miracle; the previously unconscious Captain America instantly arched his body, clutching his groin, his face twisting in pain. He rolled around clutching his crotch, eyes wide, staring incredulously at Gwen nearby.
“You… are you a demon?!” If there were cold air in the void, Steve would have sucked it all up himself.
“This place is completely unknown and very dangerous; I couldn’t wake you up at all.” Gwen apologized to Steve as she responded.
Steve’s face had turned liver-colored.
“You couldn’t wake me because I was playing dead. Haven’t you learned basic common sense? If you enter the territory of a dangerous creature and want to survive, you play dead—most dangerous animals won’t eat a corpse that looks dead!”
Steve had some Solomon-like wisdom; perhaps from hunting in the clouds too much, he actually believed this absurd life hack.
“…”
Gwen rolled her eyes speechlessly. “Stop going crazy. Anyway, you have that medicine from the purple potato essence guy, don’t you?”
She watched as Captain America’s expression changed drastically, then he urgently searched around until he found the leather box from Thanos, and only then did the captain breathe a sigh of relief. His excitement at recovering it was just short of hugging the leather box and calling it his treasure.
“Here.”
Gwen silently handed the shield, which had disappeared from Love, to Captain America. Captain America just put this iconic piece of equipment on his head like a hat; his hands still belonged to the exquisite medicine leather box from Thanos.
“Where are we?” Steve looked around, brows furrowed, his face full of extreme tension.
“I want to ask that too.” Gwen sighed and looked around. In the void, “seeds” emitting faint light floated, like frozen stars, quietly drifting.
Occasionally, the surface of a seed would flash with blurry images—Gwen approached one and suddenly saw a horrifying scene: herself falling from a height, with concrete ground below.
“This… what is this?”
Gwen jerked back a step.
Captain America was drawn to another seed; he stared at the image inside and suddenly showed a creepy smile.
“Whoa… I have a wife?” The image Steve saw was visible only to him. Just like only Gwen could see herself falling from a city skyscraper and breaking her spine in those floating seeds.
“I’m so romantic! Betraying the whole world for my wife!” Captain America excitedly pointed at the image in the seed, where he was in casual clothes, standing beside a very pretty short-haired woman.
The kind of pretty Steve had only seen on erotic phone promo cards—something he wouldn’t dare dream of affording in his daily life.
In the image, the woman wore the same wedding ring as him, and the two were walking on the beach discussing their future.
The smile was very bright.
Captain America recounted this whole scene to Gwen, like he was showing off, but it left Gwen somewhat speechless.
“What do you mean ‘transcending time and space for love, betraying the entire universe and friends for love’? You’re proud of that? Is your understanding of romance somehow off? Ian was right; you really are mentally ill.” Gwen barely resisted rolling her eyes, evaluating Steve in a speechless tone.
Captain America retorted indignantly: “I’m aloof because I don’t have a wife! Look at me in that image—I’m so warm and outgoing when I have a wife!”
He nodded confidently. “This must be the boundary of a parallel universe. Another me must have gotten a huge retirement payout, or he couldn’t afford a wife… Damn, why hasn’t Hydra come to recruit me yet!”
This guy was still thinking about defecting to Hydra for a big retirement payout. Gwen couldn’t take it anymore and glared back at him.
“Can you focus? We need to find a way out!” Gwen was probably the most mentally healthy person in Ian’s social circle.
Hearing this, Captain America toned it down a bit, but soon asked worriedly: “We won’t die trapped here, right? What about Thor? What about Ian? They promised employee benefits!”
He thought of the contract he signed.
“You believe a god’s son and an evil god? You’ve really made it this lifetime.” Gwen’s tone carried a hint of amusement.
Captain America lowered his head dejectedly.
“I just hope they keep their promise and give me a glorious funeral… Though they might be trapped here like us.” This guy was still mumbling about compensation, retirement pay, S.H.I.E.L.D. go to hell, and such.
Gwen just wanted to find an exit.
She swam around in the void.
Captain America hurried to follow.
The two swam between the seeds, occasionally seeing heart-palpitating images. Sometimes Steve standing in the center of a battlefield with countless fallen enemies behind him, sometimes Gwen drinking with Thor in Asgard’s palace.
Once, Steve saw himself in a black robe, standing beside Thanos, with a creepy smile on his face.
“…This is too weird.” Steve muttered.
“Yeah.” Gwen nodded, looking thoughtful. “These seeds… like fragments of fate.”
“Anyway, we need to find a way out. I’ve only collected a few years of retirement pay; dying now is really not worth it.”
Steve started obsessing over his meager savings again.
“The problem is, how?” Gwen sighed helplessly. “There’s no direction here, no exit to find.”
The atmosphere grew somber for a moment.
Just as the two fell silent.
A low, mysterious male voice suddenly rang out in the void.
“There is always a way out.”
Captain America froze, then looked at Gwen in surprise.
“Are you using a fake voice?”
His words made Gwen’s eye twitch.
“Use your brain, Captain. I didn’t say anything!” Gwen vigilantly scanned around, trying to find the source of the voice, but even after regaining her supernatural abilities, she saw nothing within her field of vision.
“Hiss! I knew this nest would have some terrifying presence!” Captain America froze for a while before realizing something was off.
He immediately raised his shield into a combat stance.
“Nothing there! Damn, what the hell is this place…”
Gwen tried using quantum web-slinging to probe this world, but the threads weaving illusion and reality couldn’t extend to the end.
Her webs also couldn’t reach the floating seeds. At that moment, a green directional arrow suddenly appeared before them.
The arrow pointed in one direction, as if guiding them forward.
Steve stared at the arrow and blurted out another wild idea: “This might be leading us straight into some creature’s mouth.”
His courage was much greater than Thor’s, but his persecution delusion was clearly severe.
“Let’s go; we have no other choice anyway.” Gwen thought for a moment and immediately decided.
No choice; with no better option, Gwen and Steve could only follow this seemingly friendly arrow. They advanced along its guidance, with new arrows refreshing ahead every distance.
Like leading the way. They walked in this void, feeling like a long time or just a short while. Their sense of time grew fainter—not a good sign.
Fortunately, finally, they saw the end ahead—a dazzling light, like a rift tearing through the void.
“Exit!” Steve shouted excitedly and rushed forward faster.
Gwen stood still, looking back at the path they’d come, the mysterious male voice echoing in her mind.
“Is that you, Tony?” she said softly.
No response.
Steve stopped before the light and urged her back: “Hurry! Tony’s already buried on Titan. Did you hit your head? Or is some dark creature messing with your memory?”
No idea how many novels this guy read at home; monster encounter ideas kept coming.
“I don’t mean that Tony, it’s… sigh, where’s Ian? Where is Ian? You’re on a totally different wavelength from me.”
Gwen took a deep breath and stepped forward.
The moment she entered the light, it expanded violently, completely engulfing her and Steve.
Blinding white light enveloped them; when they opened their eyes again, before them was a desolate city. The sky was gray, the air filled with dust and metal smells.
This was a desolate apocalyptic city.
The city was in ruins.
Streets were full of collapsed buildings and wrecked vehicles; in the distance, destroyed skyscrapers.
This world seemed to have endured an apocalyptic catastrophe.
“This is bad!”
Steve Rogers stood at the edge of a broken highway, gazing at the desolate city ruins.
His pupils trembled slightly.
Under the gray sky, collapsed skyscrapers lay like giant skeletons across the view, broken glass and rebar exposed, gleaming coldly. In the distance, wisps of black smoke rose slowly, as if the city were still struggling in its death throes.
“We might have been in that black hole for thousands of years…” His voice was dry, laced with wild speculation.
“Earth… has become like this? Damn! I missed it after all! Letting those evil politicians and capitalists off easy!”
No need to ask what Steve was regretting.
Everyone knew.
“Hm?” Gwen didn’t answer immediately. Her gaze passed over the ruins to the distant wandering shadows—hunched, shambling creatures with rotting skin, sunken eye sockets, throats emitting mindless growls.
These creatures were zombies.
Zombies Gwen was very familiar with.
“No, this isn’t thousands of years later. I remember this place.” Gwen’s voice was soft but exceptionally clear.
Steve whipped his head to look at her: “What?”
Before Gwen could explain, engine roars suddenly came from afar.
“Saturday! Kill them all!”
A young but energetic girl’s voice shattered the ruins’ silence.
They looked toward the sound: a modified heavy Batmobile crushed over gravel piles, cannon rotating, firing bursts of light!
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Explosive shockwaves flung a dozen zombies, limbs arcing through the air. The top hatch opened; a twin-tailed little girl poked out halfway, wearing exaggerated goggles, holding an energy cannon taller than her, shouting excitedly:
“Yay! Home run!”
Steve was dumbfounded: “That’s… a child?”
Gwen’s breathing quickened slightly as memories flooded back—she finally confirmed where she was.
She and Ian had “witnessed” this place before.
“This is the reality crevice world…” She swallowed, realizing this was the small world Tony Stark created for his daughter.
Perhaps.
Their arrival here might be some cosmic will responding to Gwen’s earlier question.
…
In the void.
When Thor woke in the void, he found himself drifting in chaos. Mjolnir was missing, his golden hair floating like seaweed in zero gravity.
“Father God?! Gwen?! Ian?!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, but his voice was swallowed by the eerie space, no echo.
No choice; Thor summoned Mjolnir and wandered aimlessly in the void searching.
He was like a hamster tossed into a fish tank, utterly timid. After some time, two blurry shadows appeared afar—a tall figure in golden armor and an ice-blue-skinned giant.
They floated motionless.
At the sight, Thor’s eyes welled up.
“Father God!!!”
He dove over, lunged to Odin’s side, tears and snot covering his face. “I finally found you! Are you okay?!”
Amid Thor’s hysterical calls, Odin kept his eyes closed, no reaction. The nearby Frost Giant was also unconscious. Thor panicked, grabbed Mjolnir, and hammered Odin’s chest wildly.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
“Wake up! Father God! I’ll do CPR!”
Lightning raged.
Odin convulsed from the shocks.
But he still didn’t wake.
At that moment, the entire void space shook violently! Countless dazzling beams erupted afar, shooting like fireworks in all directions. Thor was blinded by the glare but vaguely saw terrifying entities within the beams—Mephisto’s grinning face.
Fragments of Dormammu’s Dark Dimension.
Even Kang the Conqueror, Shuma-Gorath, Sisyphus, Zarathos, and other multiverse-dreaded beings—as the void’s seal shattered, countless imprisoned high entities shot out like meteors.
They fled to various parts of the universe. These ancient, dangerous existences had each once made the entire Marvel Universe tremble.
Of course, Thor didn’t recognize any; he just felt his soul trembling instinctively before those light and shadow figures, burdened just by looking.
“Oh no!”
Thor wasn’t dumb; he realized the problem was beyond imagination. Then, Odin and the Frost Giant opened their eyes! Odin’s expression shifted from confusion to ecstatic joy, while the Frost Giant’s face turned ashen.
Like swallowing a hedgehog alive.
“Father God! You’re awake!” Thor excitedly lunged for a bear hug. “Good thing you didn’t…”
He hadn’t finished.
“Get away!”
Odin kicked him flying.
Thor spun like a struck bowling ball, finally “thudding” into something soft.
Someone pinned him with a foot.
Thor looked up.
Meeting a pair of emerald eyes. The Frost Giant’s king was staring at him with a “hate the iron yet it won’t become steel” look.
Cold sweat instantly covered Thor’s back. He knew this look too well—Odin used it every time he messed up.
“No, it can’t be? Father God, you and that guy…” Thor’s voice shook as he glanced at distant Odin, then at Loki before him, utterly confused about who to call dad.
Before the poor Asgard crown prince could sort it out, deafening roars suddenly filled the space.
“Odin” was still in ecstatic joy.
“Loki” was on high alert. But due to mysterious reasons, the expected upheaval didn’t happen.
“My face! My hands! How did I become like this!” Darkness surged like a tide, a twisted figure coalescing in the void—Dark God Nar, but his current state was utterly pathetic.
His once majestic face was like crumpled plasticine by a naughty child; when Dark God Nar roared, rainbow bubbles came from his mouth—not the reality he wanted, judging by the ancient god’s reaction.
Not just appearance.
What truly broke Dark God Nar was discovering, upon returning to reality, something unacceptable: his surging endless power had been tainted by unknown means.
…
There were many unknowns in this world.
Meanwhile.
DC Universe.
For some reason, after returning to the DC Universe, before Ian could tinker with the newly acquired 【Black Grief】 Darkness Sword, a barrage of system alerts rang in his ear. The system’s voice was continuous, unending, like he’d accidentally poked an experience nest.
Perhaps related to the original drafts Ian had drawn, as they flipped and glowed; this wave of writer profession not only reached level ten.
【Writer Experience Points+177】
【Writer Experience Points+130】
【Writer Experience Points+144】
…
【Writer Profession reaches lv11!】
【Writer Profession reaches lv12!】
【Writer Profession reaches lv13!】
…
It even jumped straight to level thirteen, instantly becoming Ian’s highest-level skill.
Not only that, Ian noticed silent changes on his system panel, without any alerts.
【Name: Ian Kent】
【Ordinary Professions: Student lv8〔441/1280〕 Writer LV13〔7215/40960〕 Leader LV7〔112/640〕】
【Supernatural Professions: Berserker LV9〔78/2560〕, Savage Tyrant lv11〔1457/10240〕【Aberration Master lv2〔1/20〕】【【Entropy Lord Lv11〔3357/10240〕】】
【World Recognition: Key NPC〔Active Period〕】
【Talent Skills: Reverse Blood Furnace, Perfect Divinity, Life Feeding, Eternal Gift】
【General Skills: Write the World, Mimic Armor, Ian Kent Defense Technique〔Elite〕, Share, Learning〔Elite〕…】
【Professional Skills: Reverse Evolution Ray, Wrath of the Undying, Blasphemous Elegy, World-Burning Pulse, Perfect God Body, Eternal Day Eye Level 3, Absolute Aerial, Contemptuous Leap, Ultimate Hunger Level 3…】
Ian not only gained a new general skill 【Write the World】 from leveling up the 【Writer】 profession.
His world recognition also inexplicably gained a glowing 【Active Period】 marker.
It blinked brightly, shiny, yet brought no apparent change; Ian figured it might mean more “screen time” or “popularity,” but he never doubted his popularity had lows.
“Drawing this sword must have caused some upheaval.” Though Ian returned too quickly to see the aftermath, with his super intelligence, a little reasoning led to a highly likely conclusion.
Of course, whatever happened in the Marvel Universe, Ian couldn’t go back now; he’d have to wait another day to return and verify. Now, the issue before Ian was his new skill.
Unaware at first glance, but shocking upon inspection: he knew ordinary professions’ general skills were unreasonable, but he didn’t expect the originally skill-less 【Writer】 profession to birth a new one at level 10—and even more unreasonable.
【Write the World: What is reality? What is illusion? All can be defined. You can manifest abstract concepts, fantasy settings, fictional things into reality through writing, influencing the real world or target individuals.
You can also alter a target’s “definition” or “state” through writing, thus changing its existence.
More detailed the description, stronger the effect, greater the consumption—mental attribute key to your writing prowess.】
This skill was indeed overpowered, like a great power and authority anchoring fate’s path.
Aside from mental cost, it was truly powerful in all aspects, even altering details of 「past events」 when written. Even manifesting fantasy things briefly in reality via text.
With enough mental energy to pay, it could let Ian write logical paradoxes to create reality bugs.
“I get it! I super get it! I’m Sequence 1 of the Dreamer pathway, Writer! Evolve this skill more and I’m Dreamer, true word-becomes-law, my thought power!”
Ian was thrilled beyond words; general skills were conceptual confirmed. He now wondered if other ordinary professions like Writer could awaken or evolve skills at higher levels.
“As expected of my system cheat! I’m very satisfied with this skill!” Ian excitedly flipped up from the “living massage bed” woven from 365 demon arms using a carp jump.
The bed’s arms eagerly offered slippers—a pair of screaming leather shoes that bit heels.
Deadly skin effect.
“Thanks, guys~” Ian casually slipped them on; unable to bite his dead skin, the shoes protested with “ow-ow” whines.
But Ian took it as joyful cheers. He rummaged around; the guest room’s decor was hellishly “cozy.”
Walls built of wailing souls protruded pained faces every three seconds, moaning “save me.” The chandelier was three rotating demon heads.
Blue flames burned in their sockets for light. Pinched, the dangling vessels lit up automatically.
The room glowed with ghostly fire. Ian hummed off-key, approaching the desk carved from human bones.
“Time to test the new skill—’Write the World’!” Ian eagerly pulled a feather pen from the drawer.
The nib gleamed ominous black. He unrolled human-skin paper from the drawer, planning to change hell’s eerie blood moon to his smiling face, letting all hell life bask in “Master Ian’s loving glow.”
However.
Master Ian’s nib just touched the paper.
“I think you can’t do that yet.” A lazy, elegant mature woman voice suddenly sounded behind him.
“Even with that interesting magic book of yours.” The woman’s voice was close, as if whispering in Ian’s ear.
Ian whipped around.
In the guest room corner stood a noble woman, unnoticed before. She wore a dark black long dress, hem flowing like lava, skin pale near-transparent, lips blood-red.
Her eyes were purest black, stars pulsing deep in her pupils.
“Hm?”
Ian blinked.
“Are you a maid in this hell kingdom? Perfect, I’m a bit hungry. Can you get me some food?”
He politely reached into his pocket for a tip—but she didn’t seem inclined to fetch food.
“Looks like you’re not just a writer like God.” The woman chuckled softly, voice mild like poison in honey. “And like him, no hands or feet, likes bossing others around.”
“Now I know why he likes you so much. You’re the young version of him.”
At these words.
Ian’s hand froze mid-air. The woman’s voice was gentle, but her scorn was chilling upon reflection.
“Hiss~” The youth’s super intelligence triggered passively, brain racing; next moment he gasped, realizing few in the DC Universe dared insult God like this. “You, no, surely you’re not… Lucifer’s mom?!”
A reasonable guess. As Ian knew, Lucifer’s mom—God’s wife—was locked in hell by God.
“Who’d be brain-dead enough to marry God?”
The woman kept her perfect smile, fingertip caressing the bookshelf’s 《Hell Cooking Compendium》. Pages flipped automatically, stopping at a “How to Cook God” recipe, pages full of blasphemy.
“As for Lucifer?”
She tilted her head, like recalling a distant relative. “Let me think… he should call me aunt.”
Her voice was soft.
But hammered Ian’s heart like a heavy mallet, shaking him; he finally realized what he’d encountered.
Moments later.
“Actually, I’ve wanted an aunt since I was little…”
