Chapter 228: Twist! Pal’s Mega Evolution!
In the Dark Dimension.
Although Ian couldn’t know his mother’s psychological trauma, he had always been using his faith to harvest the situation, paying attention to the emotional changes of ordinary people around the world.
To be fair.
If Ian were to become a fanboy, he would definitely scoff and rant crazily for twenty thousand words about how being a fanboy is meaningless, but when it came to him being the “star” chased by the masses.
Ian loved fan circle culture to death.
He had to sincerely thank all those “doves” and “pouts” over the years for their efforts in making human brains approach the smoothness of koalas in terms of evolution.
Never mind whether the acting skills were good or not, as long as people believed it, then he was a good actor.
“Being handsome counts as my skill, doesn’t it?”
Thinking this in his heart, Ian suddenly straightened his back, still a bit shaky, but his face showed that resolute determination of doing the impossible.
“No! I can’t fall yet!”
His voice was booming even without a megaphone.
This moment.
Wang Yuan, Lu Han from Shanghai Fortress, Angelababy, Guan Xiaotong, all seemed to be with Ian across time and space, sharing their acting skills with Ian.
However, this didn’t affect Ian’s performance.
His gaze, like two searchlights, suddenly shot toward the only remaining enemy on the scene—Sangong Mo! His eyes were filled with unquestionable firmness and a sense of mission.
“At least… at least hold on! For Earth… eliminate this last threat! For… our families!” This emotional, tear-jerking performance might be a bit lame and cringy in the Eastern Ancient Country where live streaming is developed, but people in most regions hadn’t yet experienced the baptism of “family flow.”
Countless regions.
The crowd was furious.
They all felt like they were crying to death because “he actually called us family.”
The power of faith surged crazily toward Ian.
Of course, there were clear-headed people in the world too. Besides the Justice League and others poisoned by Ian, Sangong Mo, this demon meeting him for the first time, also wasn’t fooled.
Ian’s performance.
Directly broke Sangong Mo’s defenses, who knew the inside story!
“Fuck!!! You’re lying! You’re lying!!!” Sangong Mo was so angry that its six arms waved wildly, its demon body, huge compared to other lives, jumping in place.
Just like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
“You’re fucking as buff as a Titan who ate ten doses of ultimate tonic pills! Origin damaged? Pfft! Your origin is about to overflow from over-supplementing, right?!”
“This fucker is more dog than us demons!!!” It finally witnessed what it meant that there are demons beyond demons, heavens beyond heavens, and shamelessness beyond shamelessness!
“He’s lying!”
“He’s lying!”
“He’s lying!”
Important things must be emphasized at least three times. Knowing what Ian was plotting with his performance, Sangong Mo, a Demon Lord, actually stood on the side of trying to “warn” people at this moment.
The world is sometimes so fantastical.
It frantically reminded the “cameras” in all directions that it couldn’t even see, but the king of prediction, Ian, had already muted its “crazy talk.”
“Shut up! Demon!”
Ian timely let out a righteous roar, the sound echoing through the Dark Dimension, with a vigilance like not wanting the demon to corrupt the smart kids now.
“Your doomsday has arrived!”
No more hesitation.
Ian prepared for his final performance.
“No! No! Let’s talk it out! I can negotiate anything! I can love Earth too!” Seeing Ian’s golden radiant, clearly more terrifying figure about to strike it, extreme fear instantly overwhelmed Sangong Mo’s anger, showing a more flexible bottom line than ordinary demons.
No wonder it was a Demon Lord.
Sangong Mo knew that in a one-on-one fight, it absolutely couldn’t beat this weird existence. As the saying goes, as long as the green hills are there, there’s no worry about firewood.
Timely submission.
Was a necessary survival skill that demons should learn from birth.
Demons who didn’t learn it couldn’t grow up.
“You can love Earth too? How laughable! Such false words! Do you take me, the God of Light who has devoted himself to Earth and died for it, for a fool?!”
“Damn it!”
How could Ian give Sangong Mo a chance? No matter if Sangong Mo really had no choice before and wanted to be a good person now, if he let Sangong Mo escape, whose late-night snack would it be tonight?
“Behold my divine might!”
Ian raised both fists high.
It looked like he was about to smash down with a fist fifty times larger than a star, devastating everything.
Sangong Mo was almost panicked into a quail demon.
“No! You can’t kill me!”
Seeing begging for mercy didn’t work.
Sangong Mo immediately came up with another plan, tilting its head back and letting out a shrill wail, no longer cursing but trying to call for help from higher existences and expose Ian’s “harm.”
“Lucifer!!! Satan!!! Did you see? This cosmic tapeworm from the outer universe! His existence itself subverts all order and chaos!”
“His greed will devour everything! In the end, even Hell won’t be spared! You should act! Don’t force me to beg your father! You can’t do it, can you?”
It shouted hoarsely, hoping to attract the Lord of Hell’s attention and intervention, even resorting to obvious goading in desperation.
Based on Sangong Mo’s understanding of three-year-old Lu, three-year-old Lu would indeed fall for this goading, but now it got no response from three-year-old Lu at all.
This made Sangong Mo so anxious it wanted to really pray to God—no way, just like only the one wronged knows how aggrieved they are, Sangong Mo knew how delicious it was. If it was just losing this portion of power, fine, but what if Ian ate it and still wasn’t full and wanted seconds?
The boundary between Hell and the human world?
Sangong Mo feared Ian could hug that “boundary” and chew right through it, then go to the Hell plane to find its main body for an all-you-can-eat buffet! Its grasp of Ian’s nature was more accurate than most.
“Lucifer! If you don’t act! I… I’ll go to Heaven and complain to God! Say Hell neglected its duties and let the outer universe cosmic tapeworm run rampant!!!”
“I really will go!”
“Really!”
Sangong Mo was still making its final struggle.
However, no matter how Sangong Mo wailed or sensationalized, the deep Hell Dimension gave no response. As if Lucifer was really busy with some very “important” matters.
He definitely could hear.
But whether to care was another matter. At this moment, Sangong Mo’s heart sank completely. A sense of despair from being abandoned by the entire world enveloped it.
And Ian, seeing Sangong Mo’s exasperated and helpless look, felt the timing was right. However, he didn’t plan to eat Sangong Mo directly now.
From digesting Darkseid and still feeling malnourished, affecting experience points gain, it was clear his current state was indeed a bit overstuffed from “eating”—Darkseid’s power wasn’t fully digested yet, swallowing another Sangong Mo might really cause “indigestion.”
Fortunately, he had an “extra” digestive organ—or rather, a helper to process “ingredients,” which could temporarily store Sangong Mo’s power for him.
Of course, the helper itself didn’t know this, and Ian didn’t plan to let his helper know now. He’d have a clever plan when absorbing Sangong Mo’s power later.
Taking over Sangong Mo’s power with “pre-made dishes not fresh” would even show how “kind” and considerate he was. Thinking this, Ian decisively acted.
His raised fist suddenly opened into a palm.
The roaming dragon on it was clearly visible.
“Spreading heresy! Obstinately stubborn!”
Ian raised his volume again, posing for ultimate judgment, while silently chanting a summons in his heart.
“Behold… Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon! World-Honored Ksitigarbha! Prajna all Ian, Ian if Ba Ma Kong!”
With this imposing “incantation,” his palm burst with light, not golden but white light. Then, a pure “hunger” and “devouring” will that made Sangong Mo’s soul tremble emanated from the cracks in Ian’s palm, carrying the true chaos of “eating anything when starving”!
Roar——!!!
A roar from the primordial beginning, containing endless greed and destructive desire, shook the entire dimension! Then, a monster whose specific form was indescribable in words suddenly thrust its body out from the crack!
It had no fixed form, as if composed of pure shadow, emanating a great terror that made even Sangong Mo, a major clone of a Dimension Demon God, feel insignificant and about to be “zeroed out”!
This helper.
Was the Pal Ian subdued at the end of time in the Marvel Universe, a conceptual existence that lived by devouring timelines and reality—Erios!
At least Ian thought it was Erios.
Always treated by Ian as a “cosmic tapeworm.”
Used to process some hard-to-digest energy residues.
As Erios, similar to the Abyss Magic Bucket but used to help Ian clean up trash, it finally had a chance to show its ferocious nature as a reality devourer!
Its intangible “gaze” instantly locked onto Sangong Mo, emanating tempting energy fluctuations.
Then, it emitted a joyful hiss, as thirsty as Ryoko starving to the stomach, like an overwhelming dark tide, pouncing fiercely toward the terrified Demon God!
“No——!!!”
Sangong Mo let out a despairing wail,
Resist?
How to resist? All its magic, all its authority, were so pale and powerless before Erios, the monster specialized in gnawing reality foundations!
Ian watched this scene with satisfaction.
“Hmm, professional matters should be handled by professional ‘tools.'” He patted his belly, feeling much more relaxed without the extra digestion burden. And almost as his words fell, the “live stream” image on Earth also showed astonishing “professionalism.”
Just as the formless Erios emanating pure hunger and devouring desire pounced toward the terrified Sangong Mo—in the live stream image, Erios’s originally chaotic, terrifying, indescribable body was instantly overlaid with extremely gorgeous, dazzling “million effects”!
AI rendering should be used in such correct places.
The very righteous “million effects” made Erios look just like Ian anyway.
Extremely just.
Erios was enveloped in a brilliant, dazzling holy golden light, its twisting contours outlined like some sacred apostle.
Even the edges of its opened “giant maw” were added with light and shadow effects like angel wings!
All eating “gourmet food,” the ones used in Eastern variety mushroom house, Ian used too. Erios’s pounce on Sangong Mo, under the effects, was filled with just impact and a sense of destined confrontation!
“Justice will prevail! Light endures forever!”
The live stream screen timely displayed these eight shining golden big characters.
Countless viewers moved to tears by Ian’s “sacrificial spirit” reached the peak of emotion, erupting in deafening cheers!
“We won! We won!”
“God of Light forever!”
“That sacred creature… is Lord Ian’s child? It looks so powerful, so just!” No one knew who first proposed this guess.
It immediately triggered widespread resonance and even stronger emotional impact!
“His child! Not even formally born yet, but as great as its mother and father, willing to sacrifice itself for us, descending early to fight evil!”
Humans are good at moving themselves.
This brain-supplemented plot, for many viewers, was no less shocking than seeing a nine-month pregnant mother, to defeat invaders harming the home, resolutely “throw” her voluntarily premature child from the placenta into battle! Full of tragedy, sacrifice, and ineffable nobility!
Don’t laugh!
This concept might be a bit abstract and hard to accept in some culturally conservative countries.
But for people in countries illuminated by the freedom lighthouse, especially some America folks and media, it was just perfect!
Correct!
As correct as can be!
Thus, Ian’s self-satisfying, cool-feeling “release Pokemon” action was immediately interpreted and rendered in various ways, endowed with profound connotations of “freedom,” “sacrifice,” “life inheritance against darkness,” triggering another wave of emotional climax and public opinion frenzy.
When it comes to going crazy.
Even Batman isn’t as crazy as some groups in America.
Of course, in the real Dark Dimension, in the live stream room, Erios forcibly given “million effects” by Ian was still in a starving ghost reincarnated posture.
Carrying its purest, most primal devouring instinct, like a starving mad wild dog seeing a meat bun, completely ignoring Ian’s urgent acting instructions in the consciousness link—”be tragic, be miserable, mutual destruction”—it opened its great maw composed of shadow and void.
A “blood basin big mouth” that could swallow an entire galaxy.
About to completely devour Sangong Mo, emanating tempting energy fluctuations!
Only Erios itself knew what life was like following this “stingy” master Ian! Usually only nibbling on Ian’s indigestible scraps and energy residues, occasionally released only as a “cosmic tapeworm” to handle trash! Ian always bullshitted it with things like “bony beauty is high-level beauty.”
Tricking it with nonsense like “maintaining hunger aids evolution”!
Though still a “child in the placenta” sealed deep in Ian’s power, it instinctively knew that for a child, eating full is the hard truth!
The Demon God before it was energy-rich and high-status, simply a boon fallen from the sky! Such a rare chance, how could it care about acting?
Eat first, talk later!
“Another hungry monster! What the hell world are you from?!”
Though Sangong Mo knew it was no match and even escape was a luxury, as a Dimension Demon God, it had its own dignity, not one to sit and wait for death!
It frantically urged its remaining chaos magic, six arms waving to unleash dark red energy blades tearing space, soul-corroding curse ripples, reality-distorting chaos fields… all sorts of terrifying means that could topple a civilization instantly, bombarding the incoming Erios like they were free!
However, means that seemed utterly terrifying to ordinary people and even most deities were, to the conceptual reality devourer Erios, just… appetizers!
Those violent energies, vicious curses, twisted fields, upon touching Erios’s formless body, not only caused no harm but merged like water drops into the sea, directly devoured and absorbed, becoming accelerators for its pounce on Sangong Mo!
A child eats comfortably and then has energy to frolic.
Unfortunately, Sangong Mo hadn’t personally raised Raven and didn’t know this simplest truth.
“Awooo——!!!”
Amid a roar mixing extreme fear and unwillingness that abruptly cut off, Erios’s massive, formless “maw” suddenly clamped shut, swallowing the struggling Sangong Mo along with the disrupted dimensional space around it in one gulp!
“Burp~~~”
No indigestion.
Even.
Faintly, a satisfied, very subtle belch could be heard from Erios’s direction. Then, it began to glow from devouring Sangong Mo’s energy.
“What? What’s going on?”
Ian stared in confusion.
He saw—the long cosmic tapeworm was actually morphing, feeling like it was about to evolve, no, not like, it was really evolving!
It grew two human-like long legs!
“Hiss!!!”
Ian directly gasped in shock.
“Don’t actually absorb it! I don’t want long legs! I don’t! That’s my reserve food!!! Spit it out! Spit it out for me! Even if it’s just mush, stuff it in my mouth!”
He showed the strongest obsession of a foodie.
Sigma foodie.
