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He looked just like a child who had received a New Year's gift.
"Good good!"
Belial was overjoyed!
The other party is indeed still a child; they took the bait so easily!
“It’s very simple, relax your mind and don’t resist…” Belial’s phantom emitted an even more intense dark energy, and his voice became deep and magnetic, almost hypnotic.
"Open your soul to welcome my arrival... Yes, that's it... Let us become one..." Belial discovered that Ian would be a genius.
Before he had even finished teaching, the other party had already learned to open their mind without any instruction. The Dark King had no doubts. The enormous phantom, which was condensed with the ultimate darkness and the will to destroy, descended from the depths of the universe like a ghost that had found a perfect host, with incomparable greed and impatience.
It pounced directly on Ian, who stood there seemingly unguarded, with an "innocent" look of anticipation! As Ian looked at the overwhelming darkness, his "innocent" smile instantly turned into a crazy, extremely excited grin. This is what a high-level hunter looks like.
This isn't acting anymore.
Ian's expression was full of genuine emotion.
"whee……"
Ian opened his arms wide to the overwhelming dark phantoms, his face beaming with an almost reverent "welcome," as if he were greeting a dear friend who had come from afar.
Or rather, it's a lavish gift.
Belial's dark phantom, without hesitation, surged into Ian's seemingly defenseless body like a black torrent bursting its banks, filled with a greedy and arrogant desire to devour everything!
this moment.
The process went surprisingly smoothly.
Dark energy surged in frantically, attempting to instantly corrupt, assimilate, and control this vessel with limitless potential. Belial could even foresee how, with this new body, he would reshape his glory in the outside universe. Ideas are always appealing, but Ian's chuckles soon faded.
Just as the last wisp of the phantom was about to disappear into Ian's body.
Belial's immense dark will trembled violently!
"Come on, Uncle Darkness! Let's become one!" Ian shouted in the most innocent tone, but his expression was slightly out of control due to his excitement.
Beria saw it.
The other person's eyes gleamed with a greedier and more chaotic light than his own!
The Lord of Darkness sensed something was wrong.
As it turned out, his premonition was correct.
Beria realized something was wrong.
But it's too late.
In the deepest recesses of consciousness, beneath that seemingly innocent facade, he did not see the panicked soul or the easily distorted will he had anticipated. What he saw... was a boundless, churning, chaotic sea of countless disordered rules and unrealized possibilities!
Ian's once "innocent" expression had completely collapsed. His mouth was stretched into an inhuman arc, and the light flashing in his eyes was no longer innocent curiosity. It was a pure joy that was more primal and greedy than his darkness! Like an ancient being that had been starving for billions of years.
Finally, the delicious food was delivered right to my door!
"No! You're not—" Belial's shocked and furious roar exploded in his consciousness, filled with unbelievable panic. He realized he might have made a cosmically grave mistake! This child wasn't a vessel of innocence at all, but something far more terrifying in human skin!
this moment.
Beria was terrified.
But it's already been sent, so it doesn't matter whether it's in a hurry or not.
Just as he was trying to break free from and escape this bizarre body, everything around him—the Japanese-style streets, the bustling crowds, the vast square, and even the statue of Belial—all the illusions constructed by his dark power and mental strength, burst like soap bubbles.
It was like a vortex stirred by an invisible force, beginning to twist, break, and collapse wildly! And at the center of the collapse was Ian's body, which seemed to have turned into a black hole!
"No! What kind of power is this?! Let me go!" Belial was horrified to discover that not only the part of his will that he had invaded, but even his essence hidden within Black Adam's body, which served as the source of his power, was being forcibly pulled by an irresistible and extremely tyrannical suction force, threatening to be swallowed up as well!
What terrified him even more was that, as the devouring continued, he felt his invincible dark power being rapidly analyzed, dismantled, and then incorporated into a cold and precise system that he could not comprehend at all. An unprecedented sense of constraint descended, as if his power had been put on reins.
He is being enslaved!
They were branded with the steel stamp of their souls!
The other party is not human—but a creator with his own universe! Now, that universe is absorbing everything about him, trying to turn him into a part of the other party's control!
"No!!!!!"
Belial, once again in this alternate universe, used his signature line from the Ultra Universe. At the same time, a system notification sounded deep within Ian's consciousness.
[Occupational data obtained.]
[Obtain dimensional data.]
[Entry of occupational characteristics in progress...]
[Dimensional data extraction in progress...]
[You have come into contact with an unknown extraordinary substance. A new job template has been unlocked. You can obtain a [modified] extraordinary job—[Lord of Embers]—by fulfilling certain conditions.]
Lord of Embers: You once illuminated the galaxy and witnessed the end of the universe. Your existence is both the dawn of civilization and the twilight of the old world.
Light should not be prayed for; it should only be harnessed. Unquenchable light and blazing ashes burn within you, indifferent to justice, good and evil, measuring the value of all things solely by the standard of light. O king of light and ashes, you will ultimately, in your utter destruction, reshape the eternal cosmic order!
Ian completely ignored the job prompt; his entire focus was on "tasting" this unprecedented dark energy, and a look of extreme satisfaction and gluttony appeared on his face.
[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 arrived at—Lord of Entropy Lv29!]
Strength: 741-1458
[Physical fitness: 995-1666]
Intelligence: 72.4-73.4
[Spirit: 459-618]
The rapid rise in professional level is intoxicating.
Ian smacked his lips, still savoring the surge of new power coursing through his body. No wonder it's called a fragment of a universe; the Ultra Universe isn't exactly low-level.
This wave of "Grey Wolf" delivered right to my doorstep has truly brought Ian a great deal of benefits.
"It really is Belial, the Genie!"
Ian didn't claim to be Aladdin either. It's well known that in Middle Eastern and Islamic cultural traditions, the prophet Solomon was believed to possess the power to control spirits.
In many folk tales and legends, King Solomon used a magic ring or seal to command or imprison spirits. Therefore, it is highly likely that the genie in Aladdin's lamp was sealed inside by King Solomon.
Ian took on the role of King Solomon, who sealed Belial, the genie of the genie, into his own body. How can this not be considered another form of honesty?
[Dimensional data extracted and is being analyzed—current progress 5%. This data contains incomplete universal laws, which can help the host forge their own additional dimensions.]
Ian floated in Black Adam's consciousness space, which was now calm and only had a few dark ripples, feeling the surging new power within him and the fragments of the universe that had been forcibly "formatted".
I'm in such a good mood I want to dance on the spot.
New cosmic information is being integrated into his dimensional world, which will also allow Ian to gain more space to contain divine power. This wave has truly allowed him to enjoy a really good meal.
"Most importantly, with this fragment of the Ultra Universe, I will be the rightful heir to the New Land of Light, and no one will be able to find fault with me!" After happily envisioning the future, Ian immersed a part of his mind in his ever-expanding and evolving extra dimension.
His will, like that of God, overlooked this world that belonged to him. At the center of the dimension, the sun, formed from his divine power, warm but not scorching, oscillated steadily. Ian's gaze swept across the nascent continent below, a blend of various styles, and quickly locked onto a figure going mad.
Yes, Belial has already merged into it.
It was Beria who went mad.
At this moment, he was no longer the towering dark giant, but compressed into a natural size indistinguishable from an ordinary human. However, his grotesque exoskeleton, claw-like hands, and ferocious face still made him stand out among the "normal" citizens around him.
Like a character actor who wandered onto the wrong set.
"Damn it! Let me out! I am Belial! The ruler of darkness! You ants! How dare you imprison me!" Belial roared and howled on a street that looked like it belonged to medieval Gotham, trying to destroy the surrounding buildings with his dark energy, only to find that his power was like a stone sinking into the sea.
It couldn't even lift a car.
Yes.
A car – the quantifier is correct.
The pedestrians on the street seemed to be used to Belial's roars and strange appearance, at most just turning away from him with disdain, as if he were just a noisy vagrant.
Belial was completely enraged. He grabbed a middle-aged man in a trench coat carrying a briefcase who was passing by, pulled him up in front of him, and roared, his ferocious face almost touching the man's, "Why aren't you afraid of me?! Can't you see my power?! I am Belial!"
The captured NPC pushed up his glasses, looked him up and down, and showed an impatient expression of "here we go again" on his face. His tone was indifferent and even a little disgusted.
"Afraid of you? Why should I be afraid of you? I've seen uglier ones. You must have come from that new continent in the north, right? A hybrid of a troll and some kind of hellfire monster? Tsk, the policies there are more lenient, all sorts of weird mixed-race people flock to the main city... Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to discriminate against mixed-race people."
The passerby's words were like a sharp knife, precisely stabbing into Beria's proud pride.
"Bastard?! Half-breed?! I'll kill you!!" Belial was so angry that flames almost burst from his head, transforming him into the new-era Flame-Headed Captain.
He roared as he prepared to tear the other person apart with physical force.
However, just before he made his move, the surrounding scenery blurred and shifted instantly! When he came to his senses, he found himself no longer on the noisy street, but in a huge, quiet library filled with the atmosphere of books. Towering bookshelves reached to the ceiling, filled with books in various languages.
Not far away, at a reading table, sat a little boy, quietly engrossed in a thick book. The boy looked ordinary, but his eyes were unusually deep.
"What's going on?" Beria was stunned for a moment, then his anger surged again. Although he didn't understand what had happened, his intuition told him it must be related to this eerie place. He strode towards the boy, intending to use the child as a starting point to force him to reveal how to leave this cursed place.
"Hey! You little human! Where is this place? Do you know something?" Belial lowered his voice, trying to create a sense of oppression, while extending his still terrifying claws.
The little boy—Franklin Richards, the mutant cosmic god who Ian had "invited" to visit the dimension—slowly raised his head and glanced at Belial.
That calm look sent a shiver down Belial's spine.
"Your power is meaningless here." Franklin's voice was soft, but carried an undeniable certainty. "Shutting up and threatening are even less effective."
"What did you say?!" Belial felt like he was being driven mad by this pervasive sense of powerlessness. Franklin didn't answer, but simply stretched out his small hand, pointed to the top of Belial's head, and then to the top of his own. Belial instinctively looked up—there was nothing there.
But when he looked closely in the direction the boy pointed, he was stunned! At the very top of his field of vision, like a game interface, floated a line of clear words made of light.