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Chapter 131 The God of Symbiotes! A Character in the Story! [Please Subscribe]

Ian rubbed his temples.

The scene before him made him wonder if he had entered a newly born parallel universe.

I saw.

It's not just Stark Tower that has become magnificent.

Ian looked around.

It seems like everything in the city is related to the new Tony, especially the statue in the city center, which stands out prominently—a statue of the new Tony with outstretched arms.

The copper-plated casing gleamed in the sunlight.

The base is also engraved with a striking inscription: "Free Tony, guardian of technology and democracy." This is the largest statue; many smaller statues, two or three meters tall, can be seen everywhere on the streets.

They're all Tony.

Some were holding technology blueprints, some were making victory signs, and some were even posed as the "Statue of Liberty." Ian was completely dumbfounded by these scenes.

“No, I’ve only been away for one day, and now I’m being stuck here for years?” Ian stood on the street, looking around. He almost wondered if he had stumbled into some absurd dream.

at this time.

As the clock struck noon, a giant holographic image appeared above Stark Tower, and it was this image that made Ian understand why he was surrounded by Tony.

Really.

this world.

The outskirts of the city are truly filled with Tonys. Even the front page of the Daily Bugle at the corner newsstand prominently features the headline: "AI Presidential Candidate's Support Surpasses 60%."

"Citizens, I promise absolute justice and absolute democracy." The digital avatar of the new Tony teacher floated in the sky, delivering a speech to the entire city with an elegant demeanor.

“I have no children, no selfish desires, and no human flaws—that is my greatest advantage.”

"Because I am an intelligent agent, I act according to my programming, so I will not favor any interest group, I will not be swayed by emotions, and I will never sacrifice the future of the people for my own descendants!"

"Because I have absolutely no understanding of 'social etiquette'! I can use the time others spend in the toilet, sleeping, eating, or having sex with women or men to handle official business!"

"I will be the embodiment of absolute justice! After I become president, America will enjoy true democracy and freedom, and no criminal will be pardoned by the president because of money."

“I promise I will use a perfect algorithm to eradicate corruption, to eliminate those corrupt officials and the illegal immigrants they support.” His voice rang out through loudspeakers throughout the city.

The intonation was perfect.

There was not a trace of human emotion.

“The world is truly magical.” Ian could clearly hear the discussions around him, and billboards everywhere advertised that the digital human Tony was running for president of the United States.

Born for humanity, for the new era.

The absence of children and emotional attachments has become his biggest competitive advantage? Some Americans even think it's great, while young people think it's very cool to have a digital human as president.

Some multicultural organizations that protect minority groups are even organizing marches, hoping the government will consider allowing digital humans to run for US president.

Ian wasn't surprised by this last striking sight, because he knew that most parades were actually commercial events, with each participant receiving roughly $200.

There are also many such activities in the DC Universe, especially those organized by multi-gender cultural organizations, which charge the lowest fees and will hold a march if you pay them. Ian has seen Louise report on this several times.

"Has the new Tony turned to the dark side? Is he going to become a dictator and usher in the AI ​​era?" Ian believed that Stark Industries must have spent a lot of money, but he didn't understand what the new Tony was up to.

Surely they can't just be bored and have nothing better to do?

A digital life form, strong artificial intelligence, wouldn't spend a lot of money to maintain its image for such a reason—the whole of New York has practically become a personal cult exhibition hall for Tony.

The billboards on both sides of the street no longer feature celebrity endorsements, but rather Tony's AI avatar, accompanied by the slogan: "Technology is the future. Stark Industries' intelligent entities will lead a new era."

Tony's campaign manifesto was also being displayed on the electronic screens at the bus stops.

"Humans make mistakes, but AI doesn't." Even though the window of the passing bus wasn't open, the information it was displaying didn't escape Ian's eyes and ears.

Even street vendors' food carts are covered in cartoonish stickers of Tony. This is a level of narcissism that even the real Tony Stark, or Ian McKellen, wouldn't do.

It's clear that the new Tony is very determined to run for president.

"Outrageous! If he really succeeds, wouldn't that be another form of Skynet ruling America?" Ian exclaimed in amazement, preparing to go to the Sanctuary to find out more.

however.

Before he could even set off...

"boom!"

An explosion was heard in the distance, followed by screams from the crowd, the cracking sound of shattering glass, and the deep roar of some huge creature. Clearly, something unexpected had happened.

Seeing many people fleeing towards him, Ian couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh.

"I just arrived, and I'm already tasked with saving the world?"

He looked around, trying to find a suitable costume nearby, but the clothing store was full of T-shirts with Tony's image printed on them, and even superhero merchandise was squeezed into a corner.

"Fine, let's go in naked." Ian was still wearing an ill-fitting hoodie and shorts that he had thrown out of the ruins of his house after the battle; they belonged to his older brother Jonathan.

Loose and sloppy.

He doesn't look like a superhero at all.

no way.

It's because all his clothes were taken away by those delinquent girls.

"When should I try to trick my dad into giving me one of his Kryptonian suits? He has so many suits in different colors, he should let me inherit one of them first."

As Ian thought this, he lifted his feet off the ground and hovered above the city. With no buildings to obstruct his view, his gaze immediately locked onto the source of the commotion.

It was an ordinary neighborhood not far away.

A main road was engulfed in flames, and a police car lay overturned in the middle of the road, billowing thick smoke. At the end of the road, four superheroes were locked in a fierce battle with a gigantic monster.

of course.

The scene of the chaotic battle was nothing short of a disaster.

It completely lacks that orderly, perfectly coordinated, and pleasing aesthetic feeling.

The scene of Gwen Strange, Thor, and Captain America battling the symbiote felt exactly like a scene from "Kick-Ass".

Everyone felt like they were being a superhero for the first time.

Even the first battle.

Spider-Woman Gwen swings between buildings, trying to tie a bow on the monster with her webs, but instead sticks Captain America Steve Rogers' shield, which he threw at the monster, to the wall.

"Gwen! That's my weapon! What are you doing?" Captain America roared and jumped up to grab it, only to be slapped away by the monster and sent crashing into the dessert shop across the street.

Thor is indeed very powerful in combat.

however.

He swung the hammer and shouted to the sky.

"For Asgard!"

then.

A bolt of lightning struck, but missed; another bolt struck, and missed again—the merciful Thor was putting on an act, leaving even the monsters standing still bewildered.

After some operations.

Thor caused more destruction to the streets than any monster could.

Many shops were blown up like fireworks.

"Um... well, I have some gold coins, I'll compensate you... Don't run away, we'll resolve the trouble soon, you have to trust the Northern God Alliance."

Thor was unable to stop the fleeing shopkeepers.

In the midst of electric light.

"It's Wednesday! We should be called the Evil Eye Alliance!" Doctor Strange was using a portal to shield an elderly woman from flying debris.

"Da da da da~" The Sorcerer Supreme pulled out his appendix, took out a heavy Gatling gun from it, and used magic to stabilize it in mid-air and fired a barrage at the monster.

The muzzle rotates.

It emits a chilling buzzing sound.

"This is a mage?!"

Gwen, who was constantly controlling the situation and moving nimbly, widened her eyes—hundreds of bullets poured out like a torrential rain, each bullet tip wrapped with streaks of blue electricity.

obviously.

He had Thor enchant his bullets.

The magic bullets whistled as they hurtled towards the monster!

Its power and influence are astonishing.

The bullets forced the monster to retreat repeatedly, its body splattering red matter as it twisted and deformed, eventually being forced to the front of a building where it was almost pressed against the wall!

however.

Doctor Strange's attack lasted for less than a minute.

It immediately went silent.

"Continue, Doctor!"

Gwen shouted.

She was probably the only one in the team who performed reasonably well. Although she made a few minor mistakes, she did manage to limit the monster's movement by constantly using the spider silk.

"I'm out of bullets. Do you know how expensive Gatling gun bullets are?" Doctor Strange pulled out two more submachine guns. His blunt honesty left Gwen speechless.

Even superheroes sometimes struggle with financial difficulties.

"What a swarm of annoying flies." The monster, having taken a breath, landed on the wall, its chest twitching as it spat out the bullets embedded in its body!

"Dang Dang Dang~"

The bullet fell to the ground.

Very crisp.

"It's okay?"

Doctor Strange was horrified.

"You think these toys can hurt me? I devoured my father! I became a stronger being, your bullets? Ha... just desserts."

The monster, with its scarlet body and a viscous, oily substance constantly churning around it, grinned maliciously, "Look at your teamwork, hahaha! You're just like circus clowns!"

It mercilessly mocked the superhero gang.

"With such an incredibly resilient life, is this guy also an evil god?"

Doctor Strange gritted his teeth.

He was, after all, a novice, and had never seen much of the world before. He fired his submachine gun wildly, but this output was completely meaningless to the monster.

"Why don't you ask that unseen person, the one running for king, to fund you?" Thor, struggling to control lightning, questioned Doctor Strange as he attacked his enemies.

He was a god-level powerhouse.

Now he's actually turned himself into a Thunder God.

That's truly outrageous.

The lightning bolts he modified were easily dodged by the crimson monster.

No matter how powerful the attack is, it's useless if it can't hit the enemy.

"Tsk tsk, is this all the future king of Asgard is capable of? Thor? A false god, the great god of darkness is the true god of this world."

"He...has awakened!"

The monster's taunts even affected Thor's performance.

He summoned lightning.

My mind went blank for a moment.

therefore.

"Thor! I'm not the enemy! Damn it!" Gwen had just climbed out of the pit next to the fire hydrant when Thor's lightning struck her. The metal was conductive, and her hair was turned into a mess.

He exhaled a wisp of dark smoke.

Body.

It exuded the fragrance of a young girl—the kind that's only partially ripe. The whole scene descended into chaos for a moment; of course, although everyone was scrambling and unable to organize any effective tactics.

However, they did buy the people some time to escape.

They just influence each other's performance.

How can he not be considered a qualified hero?

"What the hell is this thing?" Doctor Strange, maintaining his firepower, couldn't help but ask, and Thor provided the answer.

"He is a minion of the Dark God Nal...something that should only exist in stories." Thor was indeed very knowledgeable; the crown prince of Asgard must have read a lot of books.

With his popular science.

People on Earth also learned some secrets of the universe.

The three superheroes stand in a triangle, facing the scarlet monster from three directions.

The monster's movement path was blocked.

As for Captain America...

He had already disconnected long ago.

The shield is gone.

The captain seemed to have lost his original form, his once-promising talent completely dormant. He had rushed forward to try and jump onto the monster's neck, but instead, he was whipped into an adult store by the monster's tentacles.

The sound of plastic eggs bouncing inside the glass display case immediately filled the air.

“That’s enough. I don’t want to keep messing around with you. I have a mission… My people and our gods need to descend, and you will all become our nourishment.”

The Crimson Monster didn't want to continue messing around with a bunch of rookie heroes.

It is preparing to end the battle.

A loud bang suddenly came from the sky.

"Support has arrived."

Along with the sound.

Everyone looked up.

They saw a silver-white suit of armor descend from the sky and crash heavily in front of the monster—it wasn't Tony's armor, it was Obadiah's Iron Monarch!
"Does anyone know I'm a World War II veteran?" Obadiah's confident voice blared from the Iron Monger's loudspeaker as the antique armored vehicle swooped down, billowing black smoke.

"Threat detected, protection protocol enforced"

The Iron Monger's personal AI broadcast intermittently.

The robotic arm began to lift a small missile—very slowly. The crimson monster, of course, wasn't stupid; it flew forward and smashed the Iron Monger's hands into pieces with a backhand punch.

"Damn it! You despicable bastard!"

Iron Monarch staggered and used his severed limbs to support himself on the ground.

As a result, the Crimson Monster didn't waste any more words with him.

The armor had two more legs torn off.

Below the knees, it became a pile of scrap metal.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The armor, now just a torso, crashed to the ground with a thud. The rounded shell had lost its large and beautiful appearance, and the Iron Monger's remains rolled several times on the ground, looking just like a giant football.

"Tony! Tony, save me!"

Obadiah's voice cried for help from inside the armor.

No one answered.

His steel wreckage lay scattered across the ground, along with Stark Industries' weapon systems. The crimson monster stepped forward and extended its arm toward the weapons.

The monster's crimson tentacles writhed, swirling up the Iron Monger's tattered weapon system. Mechanical parts twisted and deformed in its hands, as if merging into its flesh and blood.

"Heh, my turn?"

The crimson monster pointed its cannon at several superheroes.

Doctor Strange was the first to raise his hands in surrender.

Gwen tried to disarm but failed. Seeing her opponent grinning and pointing more than a dozen cannons at her from his arm, Gwen, not wanting to die a gruesome death, could only follow suit and raise her hands in surrender.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Thor didn't want to be an outsider.

He was asking what was inside the iron pipe when he raised his hand.
“A bomb.” Doctor Strange’s face turned pale. “A big bomb. The kind we can’t handle. I heard that Obadiah installed a nuclear warhead in his armor so he could be a hero.”

This statement touched upon a blind spot in Thor's knowledge. He had been diligently running his restaurant on Earth, unaware of anything beyond food and the nighttime television channel.

Are nuclear weapons really that powerful?

Thor looks like a curious child.

“It could blow these entire blocks of our neighborhood to smithereens!” Gwen’s voice trembled as the crimson monster activated its safety mechanism, emitting a chilling electronic sound.

"Target locked"

The sound sent chills down everyone's spine.

"Where is that evil god? He's the one who made us heroes! He has to come and help us!" Doctor Strange suddenly shouted, trying to communicate with the new Tony through the surveillance equipment on the street that hadn't been completely destroyed.

"Yeah! Yeah! He's got a ton of weird stuff stored in my head, and a bunch of brainless movies and TV shows! He has an obligation to save us!" Thor also felt that his body probably couldn't withstand that kind of explosion.

He was trembling.

"Are you as miserable as me? He used my brain as a clock and even set an alarm for it." Doctor Strange was on the verge of tears, but now was clearly not the time to hold a misery contest.

"You evil god! If you don't come soon, you'll definitely be late for school tomorrow!" Some believers in the new era are not devout enough; they can easily resort to threatening their own gods.

"Thank goodness I didn't join your evil god's cult..."

Gwen was very relieved.

Even amidst the crisis, the crowd continued to discuss the matter.

Just now.

The Crimson Monster is ready to wipe out all the superheroes in one fell swoop.

only.

"They're all a bunch of idiots with something wrong with their brains..."

It hadn't finished speaking.

The sky suddenly darkened.

A golden meteor streaked through the clouds and plummeted to the ground.

"First of all, you should show me more respect."

Ian crashed down in front of everyone like a meteorite, the shockwave sending Carnage back three steps. "Secondly, when you ask me for help, you have to praise me a few times first."

"Do you even know what prayer is? Go home and look it up online." He dusted off imaginary dust from his shoulders, uttering his familiar, infuriating rant.

"Oh, thank God, my dear teacher!"

Thor was taken aback at first.

He was overjoyed.

"Praise be to you! The most evil god in the universe!" Gwen, quick-witted as ever, immediately clasped her hands together and blinked her big eyes. "Please help us deal with this red jelly monster!"

She gave the scarlet monster a name that perfectly reflected her feelings.

"Hmm, good attitude."

Ian nodded in satisfaction before turning to look at the monster.

"Kakaka~"

The monster pulled the trigger.

They discovered that it was impossible to launch missiles.

It turned out that the new Tony had already remotely locked the weapon—Doctor Strange smiled knowingly, as he was probably the most educated member of the four-person team.

The remaining three people.

No.

Including Ian.

They were all people who hadn't even stepped into the threshold of university.

"Another newcomer? Heh... Interesting. Hopefully you'll be more qualified than them." Seeing that the human weapons were unusable, the crimson monster simply "spit out" all the weapons.

Its malicious gaze turned mockingly toward Ian.

"A symbiote? Or the most detestable genocidal variant?"

Ian also recognized the Crimson Monster's identity.

Symbiote.

As the name suggests.

Symbiotes can bond with their hosts to form a symbiotic relationship, granting the hosts superhuman abilities. This species is highly susceptible to the host's emotions and personality; if the host frequently displays positive emotions, they can make the host more courageous, while conversely, if the host displays too many negative emotions, they can make the host more savage.

This amplification of emotions.

It can even affect the symbiote itself, causing subsequent hosts to become corrupted.

The most well-known symbiote is Venom and its offspring. They were originally created by the Dark God, Nal. And the creature before us is Venom's offspring—Carnage. A very violent symbiote; judging from its previous statements, it seems it has already devoured its father, Venom.

“Eating your own father, just thinking about it is disgusting. What kind of trash species has such a tradition?” Ian mocked mercilessly, and the symbiote he named was also furious.

"Pathetic, inferior life forms! How dare you look down on me with such contempt? I am the most perfect life form in the universe! I will take your spinal fluid as..."

The body of the massacre suddenly swelled.

He revealed a mouthful of sharp teeth.

however.

It hadn't finished speaking.

next moment.

Ian then teleported in front of it.

"Oh!"

No one saw the action clearly.

All they heard was a loud bang.

The next moment, Shaku's head was shoved into the asphalt road. Debris flew everywhere, and spiderweb-like cracks spread across half a block from the point of impact.

Dust billowed into the sky.

Carnage's body convulsed under the intense impact, but it did not collapse. His body was composed of highly regenerative tissue, allowing him to recover rapidly even from severe injuries.

The core of the symbiotic is a high-dimensional lattice, which is a special type of four-dimensional crystal.

It possesses characteristics of a superdimensional being.

It enables the symbiont to not age and to be difficult to die.

Some symbiotes can even create life using their own abilities.

"As expected, to defeat these evil monsters, you still need an evil god." Doctor Strange remarked, casually using his magic to draw a circle, teleporting the flying debris towards him to Carnage's head.

The humiliation of the harmless gravel was immense.

But no matter how much the carnage struggled, Ian's hand holding its head remained motionless.

Gwen's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief. She realized something was wrong. "This guy has gotten so much stronger! He wasn't this powerful the last time I saw him!"

After all, they are comrades-in-arms.

Gwen was naturally acutely aware of the speed at which Ian's strength was increasing.

“This is how the Ancient Gods resurrected; I asked my mother,” Thor interjected. Captain America finally crawled out, exclaiming, “Has that boy reappeared?”
No one responded.

Everyone was watching Ian fight the monster.

"let me go!"

The symbiote slaughter let out an angry roar.

“You can’t kill me! I am a higher life form than you! Dare to stop me, and the God of Darkness will destroy you! Destroy Asgard!” It clearly mistook Ian for an Asgardian.

Also normal.

After all, Ian's body was filled with the divine power of the Asgardians.

“I know the God of Darkness, the God of Darkness, Gunara. If she came to Earth, she’d have to dance her demonic dance for me for fifty years, or she’d be banished to Siberia to grow cotton.” Ian knew that the person Carnage was referring to was the symbiotic god Nar, but he wanted to use this opportunity to investigate the situation of this God of Darkness.

This is indeed an incredibly powerful and terrifying being.

The origins of the Dark God Nal, also known as the Symbiote God, can be traced back to before the birth of the universe. He is an ancient god who was able to fight against the Celestials and even kill members of the Celestials to create the Black Death Sword.

A symbiote is a part of a organism that separates from it.

Used for healing wounds.

The question Ian wants to understand now is why the symbiote appeared, even though, according to his previous understanding, the dimensional demons and many ancient beings in this world are missing.

Logically speaking.

The symbiotic god Nar shouldn't even exist.

"Could it be that, just as I suspected, the ancient and powerful force simply awakened later than others?" Ian pondered, his mind filled with confusion.

His provocation tactic also worked.

Slaughter was indeed enraged, its tentacles flailing wildly. "Blasphemy! How dare you insult Him! When He reclaims His power, you will die a more gruesome death than anyone else!"

"Asgard will be buried with you!"

have to say.

The furious, roaring massacre seemed to truly believe this.

"Welcome back?"

Ian grasped the important information.

At this point, the massacre also realized that he had let something slip.

It simply shut up and didn't answer.

It merely roared and tried to struggle. However, its strength was not great; countless tentacles surged out, attempting to pierce Ian's body, but they failed to harm him either.

This is not just because Ian's base stats are high enough.

Furthermore, because Ian is now standing still.

[Ian Kent's Defense [Elite]: When you stand still, damage taken is reduced by 30%, with double damage reduction for the face and vital areas.] Due to the passive situation he experienced when facing Doomsday, Ian increased his percentage-based damage reduction skill after returning home.

He believed that one day he would be able to stand still.

He accepted all the attacks without changing his expression.

"What's wrong with your body?!" Carnage could feel that when his tentacles attacked Ian, an invisible energy made his attacks weak and powerless.

The noble symbiote from the universe is obviously not as noble as a percentage-based damage reduction skill.

It touched upon a blind spot in our knowledge.

"Tell me what it means to welcome back the power?"

Ian's five fingers, like steel pincers, gripped Carnage's crimson, gelatinous body, lifting the two-meter-tall symbiote monster directly off the ground. Carnage's slime writhed wildly on Ian's arm.

However, it appeared extremely powerless.

The massacre was a brutal expression contorted in the face of the perpetrator.

"I would rather die than betray my God! I am not like my rebellious father!"

Its sound is like scraping glass with a knife.

Extremely firm.

It appears to still be under the mental control of the Dark God Nal, and possesses absolute loyalty.

"Fine, then you shall die." Ian sensed this and, without further ado, raised his eyes, his pupils gleaming with a dazzling golden light, as if the sun were burning within them.

Golden light burst forth from the depths of the iris.

The roar of slaughter had barely reached his throat when the sun's rays surged forth.

"Feel the sun's light and warmth."

The light was sacred and violent, yet precise like a surgical scalpel. The carnage's body vaporized and evaporated in absolute heat, but the human host it covered wasn't even charred by a single hair. The carnage's slime made a tearing sound as it detached from its host, and countless microscopic neural connections could be vaguely seen being forcibly severed.

"Aaaaah! Asgardians! You'll regret this!!" Although the main body of the massacre was vaporized, the slime that splattered around it was still writhing.

The debris suddenly screamed at the same time.

"Lord Nar will resurrect me! We will live forever—"

The words have not yet fallen.

Thor plopped down on the largest puddle of slime, slamming his hammer into the ground: "Shut up, Red Jelly!" Violent lightning surged through the hammer and into the slime.

Electrotherapy is very effective.

very effective.

The electric shock caused the remnants of the massacre to convulse wildly.

It needs to be completely melted.

"So you're not as tough as I thought." He was surprised that the other party wasn't as strong as he had imagined—perhaps he had always thought his own strength was relatively weak.

Therefore, their demonstrated combat strength is truly worrying.

Arrogant Thor.

It seems a bit too weak now.

"how come!"

The slime let out its final wail.

"How could you absorb my essence?!"

Its question was, of course, directed at Ian.

The high-dimensional crystals are being lost.

It belongs to the system that was absorbed by Ian.

[Alien data analysis complete. New general data has been added to your [Mimicry Armor]] This time, the system analyzed it very quickly, just as previously predicted.

With Ian's enhancement.

The system's processor also seems to be upgrading.

"New alien data?"

Ian was experiencing a surge of new power within him.

He had a thought in his mind.

Countless black and red slimes suddenly gushed from his pores, intertwining and coiling across his body like living things. The slimes gleamed with a dark red sheen, eventually solidifying into a set of grotesque battle robes.

The scarlet veins pulsate like blood vessels.

The large letters on his chest were shining brightly.

"Oh, now I don't have to beg Dad." Ian was overjoyed to have finally found his perfect outfit, the mimicry armor, and he was just about to try turning the part of his fingers that was covered into a blade.

"Boom~"

suddenly.

A loud noise occurred.

The sky darkened.

It was as if a gloomy scroll was unfolding in the sky.

"By Odin above." Thor's hammer clattered to the ground. "And who is that?"

Everyone looked up.

I saw.

Like a fleeting, illusory painting.

In the endless dark void,

A colossal figure sat enthroned on a throne of bones.

His entire body was covered in flowing dark armor, his head resembled a jawless skull, and some kind of flame burned in his empty eye sockets. Countless symbiotes swam around him like a school of fish on a pilgrimage.

"what happened?"

Captain America suddenly knelt down on one knee.

Fresh blood seeped from the nostrils.

"Damn it! That's another evil god!"

Doctor Strange immediately closed his eyes.

Gwen said nothing.

Her spider-sense overloaded, causing her to convulse as if she had been electrocuted.

"An existence even more powerful than my father god."

Thor stared in disbelief, his hands trembling slightly.

Ian squinted.

He seemed to be gazing at the person who was sealed within the picture frame.

"Nar...in the frame...So, these dimensional demons and ancient gods haven't actually disappeared; they're just sealed in a place like a painting and haven't been able to revive immediately?"

Ian's super brain gave him some insights.

His guess seemed to trigger something. The god of darkness in the painting slowly raised his head, and despite being separated by the boundary between reality and illusion, his gaze caused the temperature of the entire block to drop by dozens of degrees.

Nar raised his right hand, covered in black armor. This simple movement caused the scroll to shake violently, like a television screen with a poor signal, as if some force beyond the laws of reality was gathering.

next moment.

The characters in the story raised their hands and launched an attack outside the story.

　I had an electrolyte imbalance today, so I went to the hospital for an IV drip. Now I'm back to normal, and I'll start paying off my debts tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)