Chapter 191: New Profession And Belial’s Fall
As everyone knows.
New Land of Light is already Master Ian’s registered company name in America.
And America belongs to the DC Universe.
No rounding needed to reach a conclusion: New Land of Light is a trademark name that Master Ian himself can use, and anyone else using it would count as infringement.
“So bold! Not only stealing my New Land of Light name, but also trying to take my New King of Ultra title. Looks like someone ate Zero’s head blade like a crisp chip.”
“Then got zapped silly by the Plasma Spark Tower.” Ian could naturally recognize who this so-called King of Ultra Belial was; this was a major villain from the Ultra Universe.
Belial was originally an Ultra Warrior from the Land of Light, a comrade of Father of Ultra from the same era, and even a rival who competed with him for the position of Space Guard Captain.
He was eroded by darkness due to his longing to obtain the power of the legendary Plasma Spark Tower and attempted to forcibly seize it. After failing, he was defeated by Father of Ultra and exiled.
This betrayal and exile bred resentment in him, and he was lured by certain forces to fully fall into darkness, becoming “Belial the Great,” vowing revenge on the Land of Light and the entire universe.
Belial is a Leonix in Ultraman, and the most special among Leonix, ranking first in strength among all Leonix, the strongest Leonix, and due to the possession by the Reiblood alien, he possesses the power to control monsters, with the “most evil soul” in the universe.
He has brought massive disasters to various dimensional universes multiple times, an existence that the Ultra clan fears. In terms of strength, he is a powerful lifeform at least at the multiverse level.
Ultimate Lifeform.
No one knows exactly what happened in the Ultra Universe, but Belial somehow carried a fragment of the Ultra Universe and parasitized on Black Adam, calling himself the new ruler of the Land of Light.
Yes.
Universe Shard.
It’s the kind that hasn’t completely perished yet, like the Mutant Universe shard that Ian fused into an extra dimension, still retaining some original universe life.
However, due to the life level being somewhat too low, most life in the universe can’t actually perceive this, and they are also influenced by the owner of the universe shard.
This is similar to Franklin’s piece of Mutant Universe; Franklin became the administrator and controller of the universe shard, so he can exert the influence he wants on the Mutant Universe.
It can be understood as administrator privileges.
Belial is the same.
After gaining administrator privileges over this piece of Ultra Universe, he altered people’s cognition to make them revere, respect, and have faith in him, and even made incubating monster eggs the basic rules of the world.
After all, Belial is a Leonix. Earthlings or aliens who have inherited the genetic genes of the ultimate lifeform Reiblood alien or been tainted by its spirit are called Leonix.
This race can use the Battle Instrument to summon their respective monsters, so Belial likes playing with monsters; he is one of the “god-tier monster trainers” in the Ultra Universe.
Everything connected in Ian’s mind. However, this didn’t change the fact that Belial was stealing the New Land of Light name, which still made Ian feel extremely annoyed.
“Some people, living who knows how many tens of thousands of years, can’t even crank their rotten brains to come up with a name that doesn’t steal others’ creativity and has some style of their own?”
“‘Dark Realm,’ ‘Belial Empire,’ ‘Ultimate Dark Domain’… which one isn’t better than being a rip-off dog? Really, zero copyright awareness! Bad review!”
Ian seemed to forget that the one before him was a dark demon god capable of destroying universe after universe, complaining loudly in the tone of someone at a market picking at fish not being fresh enough.
His sarcastic, completely off-track remarks made the condensed Belial phantom clearly pause. Those eyes formed from pure dark will seemed to flicker, revealing a trace of… incredulous astonishment? Of course, after the brief bewilderment, Belial’s phantom stared at Ian even more intently.
Belial seemed to see through Ian’s outward childlike appearance.
Perceiving at its core something more essential, an “anomaly” utterly different from all life in this universe. It was a chaotic, indefinable trait containing unimaginable potential.
Greed surged in the dark phantom.
“Heh… nearly missed it, interesting little child.” Belial’s voice was no longer just majestic but added a bewitching tone like discovering a rare treasure.
“You… are very special. Completely different from that ancient human with empty power bound by an ancient curse. Your soul… flickers with chaotic light that pleases me.”
The phantom leaned slightly forward, bringing suffocating pressure, but the tone became much “gentler.”
“Come, drop your ridiculous guard. Accept my power, embrace this ultimate darkness! I will give you everything beyond imagination—strength, authority, eternal life… everything you long for, within reach!” This dark king’s bewitchment was the same old routine as always.
Of course.
Normal people wouldn’t fall for it.
That doesn’t mean Ian wouldn’t bite the hook on his own.
Seeing that Belial seemed to have some ideas about him, Ian, who originally thought he’d need to go through a lot of trouble, had his little brain spark with inspiration.
Madison’s Performance Law activated!
Ian Oscar online! His arrogant complaining expression vanished instantly, replaced by extreme, worldly-naive purity and innocence.
“R-Really? Dark… Uncle?”
Ian’s big eyes blinked, as if countless golden pure lights danced within, his little mouth slightly open, with a timid yet curious tone.
“Can you really give me anything? I want… endless rainbow candy! And a game console that Dad can never confiscate! And… and a joke book that can make Uncle Bruce laugh like an old dog! Can you do that too?” Ian nearly slipped, but luckily his acting skills were more reliable than his vocal cords with their own ideas.
The dark outline seemed to stagnate again. Rainbow candy? Game console? Joke book? What the hell? Was this kid’s “longing” a bit too down-to-earth?
“Why not your mom, but some Uncle Bruce?” Belial’s phantom tone was full of confusion; he suspected Ian came from that peculiar Earth human family type.
The kind with two dads.
“That’s not important; what’s important is, are you really like the genie in fairy tales?” Ian’s expression unchanged, tilting his head, tone full of innocent naivety.
He had finally become the dead clip he hated most.
“Genie? That ridiculous human fairy tale, the genie in Aladdin’s lamp?” Belial scoffed, always feeling Ian was a bit off.
But soon, Belial interpreted this as the limitations of lesser beings’ cognition. Once accepting dark power, these petty wishes and disharmony would be replaced by more “noble” pursuits and will. His carried universe needed to parasitize someone with weight in other universes to survive.
Though he didn’t understand Ian.
But through earlier observation, Belial still discovered the weight on Ian far exceeded that on Black Adam; that was why he wanted to switch hosts.
“Are you more powerful than the genie?”
Ian made an utterly shocked face.
“Of course!”
Belial’s voice was full of unquestionable temptation, automatically ignoring those childish wishes. “These trivial things are worthless before endless power!”
“Accept me, and you gain the power to rule the stars!” His tone was full of pride and arrogance, though this “big bad wolf” tried hard to disguise himself.
“Rule the stars?”
Ian continued playing the sweet innocent, his little face scrunched, seemingly struggling to understand.
“Like… like playing stars like marbles? But what if they break, won’t it cost a lot? I don’t have enough pocket money…” Perhaps his acting was a bit overdone.
But who let the one being fooled be an alien from another universe.
“Are humans in this universe so lacking in ambition?”
Belial felt his dark core clogging up. Patiently, he explained: “No! Not like marbles; it’s making all stars submit to your will!”
“Making the universe operate by your rules!” Belial wasn’t completely ignorant of humans; he just didn’t know DC humans. He was certain his grand promises were the romance all men longed for.
“My rules?”
Ian’s eyes lit up, as if hearing something fun.
“Can I make every day Saturday? Make spinach taste like ice cream? Make Uncle Bruce wear My Little Pony pajamas and dance on the street every day?”
He still couldn’t forget his Uncle Bruce.
“?????”
Belial’s phantom fluctuations intensified noticeably.
It was a sign of extreme forbearance. He began doubting if he picked the wrong target? But this kid’s essence and potential truly tempted him.
“Forget your damn Uncle Bruce! Yes! All possible!” Belial nearly gritted out the promise. “As long as you accept me, these… all can be realized!”
He decided to trick him in first; once fully controlling this perfect host, there’d be time to slowly “correct” this weird over-focus on Uncle Bruce.
“Wow! Dark Uncle, you’re so nice! Way better than Dad who always makes me do homework! So… so what do I do?” Ian clapped, laughing brightly and innocently.
Just like a kid who got a New Year’s gift.
“Good good good!”
Belial was overjoyed!
The other was indeed just a child, hooked so easily!
“Very simple, relax your mind, don’t resist…” Belial’s phantom emitted denser dark energy, voice turning low and hypnotic.
“Open your soul, welcome my arrival… yes, just like that… let us fuse as one…” Belial found Ian learned fast, a genius.
He hadn’t even finished teaching, and the other had self-taught opening his mind. The Dark King suspected nothing; that massive phantom condensing ultimate dark and destructive will, like a ghost finding the perfect host, descended from deep space with immense greed and impatience.
It lunged straight at Ian, who stood in place seemingly defenseless with a face of “pure” anticipation! And Ian, facing the overwhelming darkness, had his “pure” smile twist instantly, corners arcing in near-mad, extremely excited grin—high-end hunters are like this.
This wasn’t acting anymore.
Ian’s expression was all genuine emotion.
“Hee hee…”
Ian spread his arms wide to the overwhelming dark phantom, face beaming with near-devout “welcome,” as if greeting a dear friend from afar.
Or rather, a lavish gift.
Belial’s dark phantom hesitated no more, with devouring greed and arrogance like a burst black flood, surging into Ian’s seemingly defenseless body!
This moment.
The process was unexpectedly smooth.
Dark energy surged madly, trying to instantly corrupt, assimilate, and control this unlimited-potential container. Belial could already foresee remaking his glory in the outer universe with this new body. Ideas are always beautiful, but Ian could hee hee; soon he couldn’t.
Just as the last wisp of phantom was about to enter Ian’s body.
Belial’s massive dark will shuddered violently!
“Come on! Dark Uncle! Let’s become one!” Ian shouted in the most innocent tone, though his expression control slipped under excitement.
Belial saw it.
The other’s eyes flickered with greedier, more chaotic light than his own!
The Dark King sensed something wrong.
And facts proved his premonition correct.
Belial realized something was off.
But it was too late.
At the deepest point of consciousness connection, beneath the seemingly pure facade, he saw no panicked soul or easily-twistable will as expected. What he saw… was an endless, boiling sea of chaos made of countless disordered rules and unrealized possibilities!
Ian’s originally “pure” expression had fully collapsed, mouth arcing inhumanly, eyes flashing not innocent curiosity but purer joy than his darkness—primitive, greedier! Like an ancient being starved for billions of years.
Finally seeing the delivered delicacy!
“No! You’re not—” Belial’s shocked roar exploded on the consciousness level, full of incredulous panic. He realized he might have made a universe-level grave mistake! This child wasn’t some pure container but a human-skinned… far more terrifying thing!
This moment.
Belial panicked in terror.
But having committed, panic or not didn’t matter.
As he tried to forcibly break free and escape this eerie body, everything around—the Japanese-style streets, bustling crowds, huge square, even the Belial statue. All illusions built by his dark power and mental force popped like soap bubbles.
Or like a vortex stirred by invisible giant force, wildly twisting, shattering, collapsing! And the collapse center was precisely Ian’s body turned black hole!
“No! What power is this?! Let me go!” Belial horrifiedly discovered not just his invading will portion, but even his essence hidden in Black Adam as power source, was forcibly dragged by irresistible, barbaric suction to be devoured together!
More terrifying, as devouring proceeded, he felt his unstoppable dark power rapidly analyzed, disassembled, then incorporated into a cold, precise system he couldn’t comprehend. An unprecedented binding descended, as if his power was leashed.
He was being enslaved!
Being branded with a soul seal!
The other wasn’t human—but a creator with his own universe! Now, that universe was absorbing everything of his, to turn him into a part under the other’s control!
“No!!!!!”
Belial used his ultra-exclusive line from the Ultra Universe again in this otherworld universe. At the same time, system prompts sounded in Ian’s consciousness depths.
【Obtained profession data.】
【Obtained dimension data.】
【Entering profession traits…】
【Extracting dimension data…】
【You have contacted unknown supernatural substance; new profession template unlocked. You can obtain a 『corrected』 supernatural profession—『Lord of Blazing Ashes』 by meeting specific conditions.】
【Lord of Blazing Ashes: You once illuminated the galaxy, witnessed the universe’s end. Your existence is the dawn of civilization, and the twilight of the old world.
Light should not be begged for; it should only be commanded. Imperishable light and blazing ashes burn within you, holding no justice, asking no good or evil, measuring all value by the scale of light. King of light and ashes, you shall recast eternal cosmic order in the form of incinerating all phenomena!】
Ian ignored the profession prompt entirely, fully immersed in “tasting” this unprecedented dark energy, face showing extreme gluttonous satisfaction.
【Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +1999】
【Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +2001】
【Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +2048】
【Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +2009】
……
【Entropy Annihilation Lord level up!】
【Entropy Annihilation Lord level up!】
【Entropy Annihilation Lord level up!】
【You have reached—Entropy Annihilation Lord Lv29!】
【Strength: 741—1458】
【Constitution: 995—1666】
【Intelligence: 72.4—73.4】
【Spirit: 459—618】
The rapid rise in profession level was intoxicating.
Ian smacked his lips, savoring the surging new power in his body with lingering satisfaction. No wonder it’s a universe shard; the Ultra Universe’s level isn’t low.
This delivered “gray wolf” truly enriched Ian.
“As expected of Genie Belial!”
Ian didn’t say he was Aladdin; as everyone knows, in Middle Eastern and Islamic cultural traditions, the prophet Solomon is considered to have divine power to control elves.
In many folk stories and legends, King Solomon used a magic ring or seal to command or imprison elves. Thus, the genie in Aladdin’s lamp was likely sealed by King Solomon.
The role Ian assumed was King Solomon; he sealed Genie Belial into his body—how wasn’t that another kind of honesty.
【Dimension data extracted, parsing—current progress 5%, this data contains incomplete cosmic law, can help host forge their own extra dimension.】
Ian floated in Black Adam’s now calm consciousness space with faint dark ripples, feeling the surging new power in his body and the forcibly “formatted” universe shard.
In such a good mood he wanted to dance on the spot.
With new universe information fusing into his dimensional world, this also expanded Ian’s divine power capacity; this wave was truly a feast.
“Most crucially, with this Ultra Universe shard, I’m now the legitimate New Land of Light; no one can nitpick!” Happily fantasizing the future, Ian sank part of his mind into his constantly expanding and evolving extra dimension.
His will like God, overlooking this world of his. At the dimension center, the warm, non-scorching sun condensed from his divine power ran stably. Ian’s gaze swept the below continent blending multiple styles, quickly locking on a rampaging figure.
Yes, Belial had been fused in.
The rampaging one was Belial.
Now, he was no longer the towering dark giant but compressed to normal human size. But his ferocious exoskeleton, claw-like hands, and vicious face still stood out among the “normal” citizens.
Like a miscast stunt actor.
“Bastard! Let me out! I’m Belial! Ruler of darkness! You ants! Dare to imprison me!” Belial roared on a street like medieval Gotham style, trying to destroy buildings with dark energy, but found his power sank like a stone in the sea.
Couldn’t even flip a car.
Yes.
A car, no wrong measure word.
Pedestrians seemed accustomed to Belial’s roars and weird appearance, at most disdainfully avoiding him like a noisy homeless man.
Belial was thoroughly enraged; he grabbed a passing middle-aged man in a windbreaker holding a briefcase, lifting him close, ferocious face nearly pressing against the other’s, snarling: “Why aren’t you afraid of me?! Can’t you see my power?! I’m Belial!”
The grabbed NPC man pushed his glasses, sized him up, face showing “here we go again” impatience, tone flat even disdainful.
“Afraid of you? Why? I’ve seen uglier. You from that new continent up north? Troll and hellfire monster hybrid? Tsk, loose policies there, all sorts of freak hybrids run to the main city… oh, sorry, not meaning to discriminate against hybrids.”
The passerby’s words stabbed like a sharp knife at Belial’s proud dignity.
“Hybrid?! Mixed-blood?! I’ll kill you!!” Belial raged, head nearly sprouting real flames, turning into a new-era firehead captain.
He roared to physically tear the other apart.
However, just before he acted, the surroundings blurred and switched! When he came to, he was no longer on the noisy street but in a huge, quiet library full of bookish air. Tall bookshelves reached the ceiling, filled with books in various languages.
And at a reading table not far, a little boy sat quietly holding a thick book. The boy looked ordinary, but his eyes were unusually profound.
“What happened?” Belial stunned briefly, then rage surged again. Though unclear what occurred, instinct told him it related to this eerie place. He strode toward the boy, planning to take the kid first and force out the way to leave.
“Hey! Human brat! What is this place? Do you know something?” Belial lowered his voice for intimidation, extending his still terrifying claws.
The little boy—Franklin Richards, the little god from the Mutant Universe “invited” by Ian to visit the dimension—slowly looked up at Belial.
That gaze so calm it inexplicably startled Belial.
“Your power means nothing here.” Franklin’s voice was soft but with irrefutable certainty. “Noise and threats are even more useless.”
“What did you say?!” Belial felt driven mad by this omnipresent powerlessness. Franklin didn’t answer, just pointed at Belial’s head, then his own. Belial instinctively looked up—nothing.
But following the boy’s direction, focusing carefully, he was stunned! At the top of his vision, like a game interface, floated a clear line of light-formed text.
【Ninefold Ordinary NPC】
Belial: “???”
He incredulously rubbed his eyes; the text remained. He looked sharply at the opposite little boy Franklin, seeing a line floating above him too.
【Twofold Ordinary NPC】
“This… what the hell is this?!”
Belial felt his cognition shattered like never before. Franklin pulled out a small mirror from nowhere, handing it to Belial.
Belial took the mirror, tremblingly looking at himself—indeed, above his ferocious head, 【Ninefold Ordinary NPC】 blazed like a pillar of shame!
“No—!!!”
Belial issued a despairing roar; this hurt worse than death! He, Dark Demon God Belial, became a… what NPC character?!
And the lowest “ninefold ordinary”?!
“This is the social system set by the ‘sole god whose name shall not be mentioned here.'” Franklin closed the book, tone still flat as explaining common knowledge. “Here, everyone has one identity. Work hard to level up; maybe someday from ‘ordinary’ to ‘rare,’ even ‘epic.'”
Franklin stood, walked to the petrified, existential-crisis Belial, tiptoed, patted his exoskeleton-covered shoulder.
The motion looked comical.
“Cheer.” Franklin said, pulling out another thick book with blocky title from somewhere, stuffing it into Belial’s stiff hand.
Belial instinctively looked down at the book’s title.
《To Live》.
Franklin’s final voice came softly, with faint sympathy.
“From now on, this book… is your refreshing tale.”
With that.
Franklin left.
Belial held that 《To Live》.
He stood frozen, like struck by invisible lightning. The boy’s words echoed, his mind full of that glaring 【Ninefold Ordinary NPC】 above his head.
The dark demon god’s dignity shattered here more thoroughly than dust.
“Hm, looks like Franklin the kid is pretty good at ideological work. Nice nice, give him some ‘experience points’ next time; the dimensional world needs a newbie mentor.”
Outside the dimension.
Ian nodded satisfied.
Even self-talking, he used “next time” pie-in-the-sky talk.
One can imagine.
Franklin really does have a discerning eye.
