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Chapter 177 The Prelude to Diversity! Ian's Mistake!

in nothingness.

Thor is carrying two unconscious bodies—one is his father Odin, whose soul is temporarily trapped in the body of Loki, the king of the frost giants.

The other body is naturally Loki, the king of the Frost Giants. At this moment, this enemy is using the body of the Asgardian god-king, but he is also in a coma.

"This thing looks like an exit?" Thor didn't know how long he had been searching in the void, but he finally found the only place in this void that looked like an exit.

It was a giant gate suspended in mid-air, which looked really out of place.

There is no light, no sound, no up or down, no time. Only floating fragments of light, like cosmic dust, slowly rotate in absolute silence.

In the center of this desolate place stood a door. It was hard not to wonder if Thor was wondering if the exit to this mysterious dimension lay just outside that door.

"Is this damn door even an exit?" Thor knocked on the bronze giant door floating in the void with Mjolnir. The ancient runes on the door emitted a faint white light, which quickly went out.

It was as if Thor hadn't used the right key. He was pondering whether to use Mjolnir to deliver a "force breakthrough" to the door when he suddenly heard a familiar whooshing sound behind him.

“Swish swish~~~”

What a reassuring sound!

If it weren't for the murderous intent, Thor would have simply cried out, "Uncle Gunslinger, save me!" But now, Thor sensed a murderous intent in that familiar sound of air being torn apart.

"The Eternal Spear is going to kill me?!"

Thor whirled around, only to see a golden light tearing through the void, hurtling straight toward him! His pupils instantly contracted to pinpoints. In 0.01 seconds, countless possibilities flashed through Asgardian minds filled with tears and regret.

Is Loki controlling Uncle's body to kill me?
Or is it that my real father, who is in a coma, can't stand my stupidity and wants to get rid of me?

Surely the Eternal Spear couldn't have harbored rebellious intentions all along!

"Do not!!"

Thor screamed in horror as a familiar white light pierced through the void and shot toward him, its target seemingly not his heart but his weakest point—his buttocks!
As the crown prince of Asgard, no one knew the power of this gun better than Thor.

For a moment, Thor's heart trembled. However, before he could think too much, the Spear of Eternity, carrying a sharp killing intent, was already within reach.

"Ian Kent!?"

Thor only had time to catch a glimpse of the boy riding on the spear before he was so frightened that he threw the two "fathers" off his shoulders. However, the Spear of Eternity was not attracted by such a treat.

Its target was still Thor's butt. Thor quickly rolled away to avoid the first wave of attacks, but ended up tripping over himself and falling to the ground, where he could only frantically crawl on his hands and feet.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! I'm Thor, whom you watched grow up!"

Thor crawled along, howling in pain.

Although the first shot failed to hit, the value of the Eternal Spear is beyond doubt.

With a sharp turn, it abruptly changed the direction of its shot mid-air, the tip of the spear flashing with runes that promised a perfect hit, and arrived at its destination at a tricky angle.

"Pfft!"

Target hit precisely!

"Aaaaaah~ My Asgardian god butt!!" Thor's screams echoed in the void as he convulsed like a frog nailed to a specimen board.

of course.

That powerful shout was perhaps the only proof that among all those struck by the Eternal Spear, none were in mortal danger; Ian's judgment was entirely correct.

The only deviation.

Ian hadn't expected that he wouldn't be able to intercept the Eternal Spear just as it was about to arrive, as if the Eternal Spear was determined to protect its reputation for perfect accuracy.

"It was a slight miscalculation."

Ian Kent landed gracefully, glanced at the pitiful state of Thor, and immediately adopted a rescuer's stance, pretending that he was also a victim, a pitiful evil god who had been abducted by the Spear of Eternity.

"Don't panic! I'm here to help you! This damned artifact is too evil! It ambushed me, and now it's even trying to ambush my followers!" With that, he gripped the gun handle and pulled it out sharply.

"Ooooooooo!!"

Thor was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face.

"No! Don't pull it out! Don't pull it out!"

Thor let out another piercing wail. He felt as if a piece of his soul had been torn away. He clutched his bleeding buttocks, tears welling uncontrollably in his eyes.

Ian's eyes were filled with accusation, as if he had been hurt a second time.

“No… I swear this time, the barbs on the spearhead grew on their own.” Ian looked awkwardly at the Eternal Spear, which was still dripping blood in his hand.

He felt that the Eternal Spear was probably settling a personal score.

The Asgardian crown prince has suffered for a long time.

Seeing blood gushing from Thor's buttocks, Ian had no choice but to think quickly. He pulled out medical supplies from his four-dimensional pocket and rushed forward to stick them directly to Thor's buttocks.

"Ultra-thin and breathable, highly absorbent, allowing you to sleep soundly all night long... My deskmate uses this brand of hemostatic bandages, and they are incredibly effective. There is absolutely no false advertising involved."

Ian contributed all the hemostatic artifacts he had left over, which showed that he did feel a bit guilty. He wouldn't normally be willing to give up such artifacts to help others.

The props were indeed worthless.

However, the Wizards' strategy for utilizing their skills is invaluable.

The statement that creativity is the most valuable thing in the 21st century is not something only Ian and MacArthur have said. Plagiarism of intellectual property means infringement of intellectual property rights.

"This is..." Thor trembled as he touched the band-aid on his butt. This is a band-aid?! This! He's lived on Earth for a long time and knows a lot of common sense!

“Don’t think I don’t know anything about this. This is a kitchen utensil used to absorb moisture from the surface of live fish before frying them…” Thor rubbed his backside, which had a band-aid on it, and looked at Ian with a brooding expression.

He felt like Ian was using him as food.

Simultaneously.

He knew that he had once again had his character "tempered" by the evil god. Because he dared not speak out against it, Thor could only stare at Ian's large, kassar-like eyes with his two small Asgardian eyes.

“Oh, right, our new Justice League has trauma relief. Wait a minute, I’ll give you some magic…” As he spoke, Ian shared some magic with Thor.

“This is shared divine power. I can only use it, but I don’t own it…” Thor had clearly been in Ian’s organization for a long time and had developed several faiths.

"Uh, that's not important."

Seeing Thor's resentful gaze, Ian coughed awkwardly twice and quickly changed the subject.

"Ahem, well, Torso, this place seems even bigger than your house. Have you managed to find a way out first?" Ian really didn't know how to leave this void.

Hear the words.

Thor didn't answer, but silently raised his other trembling hand and pointed to the super gate not far away, which anyone who wasn't blind should be able to see clearly.

"Is this the exit you found?" Ian pretended that he had just regained his sight and took the opportunity to bypass the resentful Thor and walk towards the floating gate.

[Encountered unknown radiation, Berserker experience points +9]

[Encountered unknown radiation, Berserker experience points +9]

[Encountered unknown radiation, Berserker experience points +9]

……

obviously.

The gate standing here is not something harmless; it exudes a very strong radiating aura, even satisfying Ian's upgrade needs.

“I bet any normal person who stands here would instantly die young, their lifespan as short as a fleeting flower,” Ian said softly, stepping forward and standing before the ancient, imposing gate.

[Encountered unknown radiation, Berserker experience points +11]

[Encountered unknown radiation, Berserker experience points +11]

[Encountered unknown radiation, Berserker experience points +11]

……

This dish may not look appetizing, but it's definitely a powerful tool for leveling up. The "radiation" it emits is continuously providing him with berserker experience points!
Ian excitedly pondered whether he could move the door back to his lair and say goodbye to the trouble of manually grinding levels, while Thor, limping, walked over at that moment.

"Why didn't you answer my prayers? I called on you more than three hundred times!" Thor, clutching his backside, struggled to walk to Ian's side and questioned him in an accusatory tone.

Ian's gaze began to wander.

He glanced at the unread messages in his mind. Of course, he couldn't tell Thor that he had forgotten to check his prayers, as that would undermine the omnipotence expected of an evil god.

Therefore.

Ian's brain started working slightly.

"The main reason is that I recently became a believer; I'm a devout Christian. Every time I hear believers praying, I think carefully—what would God do?"

“Although I am an evil god, I am still an orthodox evil god. I have to imitate and learn from God’s style and can’t act recklessly.” Ian scratched his head and showed a “devout” expression.

He then made a few random, haphazard gestures in front of his chest. These flawed hand gestures wouldn't fool people on Earth, but they would certainly leave aliens completely baffled.

"God? You want to be compared to God?" Thor was stunned, completely bewildered, his attention focused on the astonishment that Ian, an evil god, would have such "lofty" ideals.

“Why can’t we compare? I know all his tricks—playing dead and disappearing, they’re really useful.” Ian shrugged, looking completely matter-of-fact, even a little smug.

He hasn't been struck by lightning yet, proving that God's power hasn't reached the Marvel Universe, so he feels he can take this opportunity to launch a fierce attack on God in the DC Universe from within the Marvel Universe.

As for what to do if Marvel God comes knocking... Marvel God is just God the Father, and Ian is also God the Father. Rounding it off, his criticism is just a spur to his peers.

Just telling the truth!

No one could find fault with Mr. Ian!
"you win."

Thor found that he couldn't find any words in his vocabulary to refute Ian's logic, so he could only give a thumbs up and then silently walk to the side to begin using his divine power to heal his injuries.

"What is this?" Ian was trying to figure out how to take the door away. He couldn't put it directly into his dimension, as if his dimension couldn't bear its weight.

That mysterious door must hold some treasure!
Ian, who believed it without a doubt, stood before the magnificent and mysterious door, his eyes fixed on the constantly flowing and rearranging runes and lines on the door.

The patterns and lines are constantly changing. With each blink, they outline a different scene than the last blink, as if they have a life of their own, changing every moment.

One second it was like a lush forest, the next it transformed into a rushing galaxy; and in the next instant, it became the faces of countless creatures wailing, laughing, being born, and dying.

It's as if it's not depicting things, but rather a projection of things themselves, a manifestation of the laws of the universe. One glance, and your soul seems to be drawn into it.

To become one with this endless change.

"Did you figure out what's going on? Do you know how to open the door?" Thor, realizing his injuries were difficult to heal, limped back to Ian's side, carrying his two "fathers" on his back.

He noticed that Ian had been standing in front of the gate in a daze for a long time.

"If you want a strange door to open, even my cat knows what to do." Ian snapped out of his thoughts and stepped forward to give Thor, who lacked common sense, a live demonstration.

“If you want someone to open the door, you have to knock first, of course.” Ian demonstrated as he knocked on the door, shouting into it as if he were walking through the streets.

Is anyone home? Is anyone home?

Ian pounded on the door frantically and asked loudly.

"Knock knock knock!"

A crisp knock echoed in the void.

Thor opened his mouth, about to say, "I tried it but it didn't work," when suddenly—he froze.

Just as Ian put down his hand and prepared to start the second phase—using his door-breaking skills when no one was home—he had barely taken out his tools when he heard a response from inside the door.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

It was the same knocking sound.

It was as if someone was knocking on the door before Ian did.

"There are people here, there are people here."

On the other side of the mysterious door, not only was something learning Ian's knocking, but there was also a response—a very, very childish voice.

They were even using American English.

However, the somewhat unfamiliar feeling made one feel that the other person had just learned the language.

"Ok?"

Ian paused for a moment.

He couldn't understand why, apart from Madison the Little Witch and the Gotham Freak, there were other people in all the worlds who could speak more fluently than him.

She's almost as big as a one-year-old baby from being squeezed like that!

"Is someone on the other side? I can hear you, I can see you." The child's voice rang out again, its tone soft and sweet like a little girl's, and its voice full of pitifulness.

He's clearly a deadly trap player who's at least at the Grandmaster level.

"Damn it! This house is so luxurious! The garden outside is huge, what are you begging for!" Ian couldn't help but kick the mysterious gate twice.

His complaints did not anger the other party.

"Please, open the door for me, okay? I've been in here for ages, it's so boring. Just open it a crack so I can crawl out."

The persistent knocking sounded again, accompanied by a pleading, childlike voice—the other person was clearly in a hurry, so the knocking was so loud it could be described as shaking.

"Boom~"

The entire gate was shaking.

The little girl's voice was clearly very strong.

"Boom, boom~"

"I really want to go out. Can you just open a crack and let me out for a stroll? I promise I'll lock myself back in!"

“It’s just a crack, I can move by myself, I can squeeze through by myself.” The little girl’s voice was tinged with tears, but Ian did not soften his heart.

He pushed the door twice as well.

It doesn't budge at all.

But the other party could make the door shake violently. Even putting aside the uncertainty about where the other side was, Ian didn't think that someone with such superhuman strength was a pushover.

little girl?
Just came out for a stroll?
"Do you think I believe you or not? I get it, you are the sealed evil, the guy who is going to compete with Lord Ian, but unfortunately your lying skills are not even a fraction as good as mine."

"If you have access to online shopping platforms, I suggest you buy a copy of 'Lord Ian: The Art of Speaking the Truth' online." Ian knew he used this tone when he was lying to others. He not only immediately became alert, but also pulled out thousands of large padlocks and thoroughly reinforced the door from top to bottom.

"There's something fishy about this door."

Even Thor sensed something was wrong.

This immediately made the "little girl" inside the gate a little anxious.

"You haven't eaten enough, that's why you can't open it. Go eat more, and then come back and open it for me. As long as you open this door for me, I'll give you anything you want. Whatever you want, I can conjure it up for you." She tried to tempt Ian with benefits.

"Evil God, I can find whatever I want outside myself and transform it myself. Besides, I can't open this door, so just give up and pretend we never met." Ian remained unmoved by such temptations, his eyes filled with reluctance as he stared at the mysterious door that served as a powerful upgrade tool.

Just as Ian was making his decision.

"You're lying, but I'm not... Let me think of a way to convince you... Oh right, this is the Gates of Heaven, and I am an angel who can grant any wish!"

The little girl's voice suddenly became proud, and her childish voice carried a sense of utmost sincerity, although her lying skills were indeed still at a level that needed improvement.

Angel?

Ian wasn't unfamiliar with the styles of angels and the gates of heaven.

"Hilarious! I'm the King of Angels sometimes too. How come I didn't know you were an angel? Stop messing around. It's not fun outside. You can stay inside and count your own hair!"

Ian didn't want to give up this upgrade tool, but he not only couldn't take the door with him, he also had some slight doubts about what was sealed inside.

The little girl was clearly getting anxious when faced with Ian's distrust.

"Why don't you believe me? Let me out, and I'll show you my one, two, three, four, five... twenty-eight thousand beautiful wings and more than eight thousand beautiful little feet."

The little girl behind the door suddenly sounded a bit aggrieved.

How many feet?

Ian, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He turned around abruptly and rushed back to the door, his nose almost touching the door panel.

"Say it again?"

Ian's voice was very loud.

Thor stared blankly at Ian, who had suddenly become very emotional.

"Calm down."

He offered his advice in a low voice.

Ian ignored him.

"Eight thousand!" the little girl's voice immediately lit up with excitement. "Each one is wearing a glass slipper!"

She thought she had convinced Ian.

however.

Ian's expression gradually changed from shock to anger and embarrassment.

He swiftly pulled a notepad from his pocket, scribbled the words "House of Scammers" in a flamboyant hand, and then slammed the notepad onto the door.

"I only have twelve legs, and you dare to say you have eight thousand! Liar! Liar!" Ian stomped his feet in anger. Even if he included his mimicry spider legs and external speed force legs, he could only piece together twelve legs. Even if the boastful words from the voice behind the door were true, he had to choose not to believe them.

There can only be one evil god in this world!
A sound of clenched teeth came from behind the door. Ian walked away without turning his head, bent down and picked up the Spear of Eternity stuck in the ground, the tip still covered with Thor's gluteus maximus tissue.

“Let’s go.”

He flicked the blood off his gun and turned to look at Thor.

Where can we go now?

Thor limped after Ian.

“Of course we’re going to find the others.” Ian examined the runes on the gun. “You didn’t think we were the only two unlucky guys who ended up in this godforsaken place, did you?”

How do I find it?

Thor regretted asking the question as soon as it left his mouth.

A glint of wisdom flashed in Ian's eyes.

Do you know what an IQ of 72.4 means?

He stroked the gun barrel. "You probably don't know—watch closely."

Ian grasped the Eternal Spear with complete confidence.

Under Thor's bewildered gaze, Ian began to whisper to the Spear of Eternity.

"Listen, new friend, I know you haven't had enough yet." As Ian activated his Whisper skill, the barrel of the Eternal Spear began to heat up slightly.

"There's an even more perfect butt up ahead, the most universally acknowledged butt in the entire universe, and also recognized beyond the universe. So, shoot at it! Our next destination is Captain America Steve Rogers' butt!" With Ian giving the order, the Eternal Spear began to vibrate at a high frequency.

"Captain America's shapely ass is worthy of your divine gun," Ian took a deep breath, "a pilgrimage!"

Under his intoxicating influence, which could only be described as "spiritual pollution," the Eternal Spear actually trembled slightly in his hand, and the light at its tip grew brighter and brighter, as if it had been injected with some kind of strange "target locking" program. It began to rotate on its own, and the tip slowly rose, pointing towards some invisible coordinate in the depths of nothingness.

"NOOOOO——!!"

Thor lunged forward to grab it, but it was too late.

"That's it!"

Ian shouted and swung his arm violently!
The Spear of Eternity transformed into a golden meteor that tore through the void, with two stowaways attached to its tail—Ian used his mimicry tentacles to firmly bind himself and Thor to the spear.

It felt like being pulled along and sped away on a subway.

"I knew you were trying to hurt my butt!"

As they sped along, Thor desperately protected the sanitary napkin that was about to fly away.

"This is impossible! How can you use my father's weapon?!" He was even more shocked that Ian could use the Eternal Spear than that Ian could lift Thor's hammer.

Could the evil god before us be the artifact killer?

"Ok?"

Ian shouted amidst the howling wind.

“My dear believer! You know nothing of the power of the evil god!” His mimic tentacles began to weave several comfortable seats beneath the Spear of Eternity.

soon.

Ian and Thor disappeared in front of the gate, and the little girl behind the gate seemed to be stomping her feet in anger. Suddenly, the "House of Liars" label on the bronze gate spontaneously combusted.

It turned to ashes and scattered.

So, did he actually smelt copper or not? And how many kinds of lives did he actually prefer?

"Why! Why won't you let me tell him that I am the multiverse itself? He can't rebuild the multiverse without releasing me? That's clearly his duty!"

"Okay... I'm patient, I'll wait."

……

She didn't know what the voice was talking to, but her emotions gradually calmed down in this mysterious exchange, finally turning into a slow, silent sigh.

"Saint, Dark Prison Blood Eyes, the Player of the End of the World, the Successor of the Scarlet Moon Curse, the First Emperor of Eternal Night, the Executor of the Fallen God's Punishment, K. Augustus, Echo of the Abyss, the Rebellious Soul Entangled in the Thorns of Eternal Night, Godslayer Candidate No. 4399, the Stitching Line Between Chaos and Order, the Incarnation of the Lament When Stars Fall, Ian, the Ultimate Idealist Superman..."

"Who would have thought that the demon who gave himself such a long name would return after so long, still a demon—perhaps I shouldn't have insulted him like that."

"After all, he finally... truly became a superhero."

The sigh, muttered and understated, fell silent within the gate, like a candle flame extinguished, its echo rippling through the void before being swallowed by eternal darkness.

The door began to seem ethereal—if it could even be called a door.

After Ian left, the door became indistinct, merely a blurry outline in the void, its edges twisting and deforming as if it might vanish into the boundless darkness at any moment. Meanwhile, in the depths of nothingness, countless light-years away from the door, the Eternal Spear Gungnir traced a dazzling golden arc.

The runes on the gun lit up one after another, forming a protective shield that could barely resist the erosion of the void. Wherever the spear tip pointed, space was sliced ​​open like butter.

It reveals an even deeper darkness behind it.

Soon, the darkness ahead began to distort, forming countless vortex-like cracks. Suddenly, an exceptionally large crack opened, as if the universe had opened its eyes.

"Hold on!" Ian finally shouted in a voice that could be heard. Gungnir shot towards the crack like an arrow, the runes on the gun bursting with dazzling light.

The instant he passed through the rift, Ian felt his body being torn into countless pieces, every atom separated and then reformed. He saw Thor's body disintegrating as well, his golden armor turning into scattered specks of light. Most terrifying of all was the splitting of his consciousness—he existed simultaneously in countless points in time, both a newborn infant and a dying old man.

Then, everything suddenly stopped.

Gravity gripped them again. Ian felt himself falling, the wind whistling in his ears. Below him lay the outline of a city, shrouded in an unnatural gloom.

"Damn it, I didn't gain any experience points!" Ian felt frustrated, realizing he had gained nothing and felt he had really lost out.

[Experience points for the Mutant Overlord have been calculated.]

Based on the current vitality of your allies, you gain +11 Mutant Overlord experience points.

Fortunately, Ian received some comfort the moment he left the void. This was the daily settlement of the [Mutant Overlord], which was delayed for some reason until after he left the void.

"It's better than nothing! It's better than nothing!" Ian cheered up again. After all, he was easily satisfied, and this time, forcing himself to break even was a big win.

Due to the previous unpleasant experience, Ian's mimicry mode malfunctioned, so both he and Thor were separated from the Spear of Eternity and were tumbling around in mid-air.

As the ground drew closer, Ian used his Tyrant Flight ability and hovered in mid-air. However, some people were far less quick to react than he was.

Thor, along with his father and Loki (who should have been his brother), suddenly lost their "tickets" and plummeted to the ground like an Indian falling off a train.

"Oh! No!"

Thor felt the tentacles around his waist vanish suddenly, and a wave of weightlessness washed over him. He instinctively gripped Loki's ankles and Odin's collar, and the three bodies twisted into a comical spiral in the air.

The moment this blond Asgardian descendant made contact with the sandy ground, the shockwave sent ravens flying within a ten-meter radius, and the earth was blasted into a perfect "T"-shaped crater.

There's no way I'll get hurt.

After all, it is a divine body.

"Bah bah bah!"

Thor looks extremely disheveled.

When the dust settled, Thor's legs were seen twitching as they emerged from the pit, Loki's face was buried under Odin's armpit, and Loki's soul within Odin's body unconsciously emitted a muffled groan.

"Are you...you...are you alright?"

Thor, looking quite disheveled, crawled out of the crater with two people in a vegetative state. For a moment, he didn't know whether to care about his father's body or his father's soul, which had been swapped with Loki's.

"I have some dried plums here, feeding them will make them fine."

Ian descended slowly from mid-air, the void tentacles behind him retracting into his body like a receding tide. He lightly touched the ground with his feet, his elegant posture seemingly designed to contrast with Thor's appearance.

"Thor, you still have a long way to go before you become a proper superhero," Ian drawled, adopting the elegance of a god of war as he spoke to Thor, who had just crawled out of the crater.

"How can you blame me? If you hadn't suddenly withdrawn those disgusting tentacles, how could I have failed to react?" Thor was so angry that his beard almost stood on end.

He held the unconscious Loki by the ankle with his left hand, and cradled Odin's body with his right arm—or more precisely, Loki's body containing Odin's soul.

The King of Asgard was rolling his eyes, with a leaf in his mouth.

"My father, and my father's body, thankfully they weren't damaged." Thor hurriedly placed "Odin" on the ground, then realized something was wrong and quickly straightened Loki as well.

As a result, the two bodies collided with a "thud".

"You're setting up an advanced version of a ghost marriage, a vegetative state marriage?" Ian couldn't stand it anymore and took out two sleeping bags for Thor's "two fathers" to put on.

"Gods above, I simply cannot take care of someone who is unconscious!" Thor sighed, revealing his childish nature, and then continued to look at Ian with resentful eyes.

Ian touched Odin's nose, his expression a dangerous mix of embarrassment and politeness. "It's really not my fault this time. My mimicry ability just occasionally malfunctions like this."

"It's probably related to my lack of concentration." Ian sighed, mimicking Thor, as he was still feeling unwell from the motion sickness he had experienced earlier.

"Isn't that because you were distracted?!" Thor roared, his voice sending a flock of crows flying from the tree—wait, why are those crows' eyes blood red?
"Look! Wild zombies!"

Ian or Beatrice were the first to react. He pointed to a group of humanoid creatures staggering in the distance, a look of surprise and astonishment flashing in his eyes.

Ian was familiar with this creature; he had seen it before in the dimensional rift video provided by the new Tony Stark. So, he and Thor had arrived in the Pocket Universe where Iron Man's daughter lived?

Just as Ian was conducting his analysis...

Thor then looked around warily, only to see that the commotion from his fall had attracted a dense horde of zombies. These monsters staggered toward them with an eerie persistence.

Their skin was a putrid grayish-green, some even revealing bare bones, with cloudy eyeballs embedded in their eye sockets, and dried blood and rotting bits of flesh hanging from the corners of their mouths. Even more disgusting, some zombies had ruptured abdominal cavities, their intestines dragging on the ground like wriggling maggots.

The intestines and internal organs made a sticky sound as they moved, rubbing against the ground.

"Damn it! What the hell are these things?!" Thor was horrified. He gripped Mjolnir tightly, and lightning crackled on the hammer. He had much more courage than before.

At least they know that if they encounter an enemy, they must be prepared to fight.

Instead of running away.

"Oh, these are snacks that even Master Ian doesn't like to eat." Ian's tone was disdainful, as if he were commenting on an unpalatable dish; the zombie virus certainly didn't sound very appetizing.

Mr. Ian can have many identities.

But he didn't want one of his identities to be Zombie Ian. Becoming Zombie Ian would not only be a disservice to the city, but also a waste of his stunning good looks.

"If you won't eat it... then it really is filthy." Thor sneered, swinging Mjolnir and slamming it hard into the ground. Dazzling lightning instantly exploded on the surface, and countless arcs of electricity spread wildly in all directions like silver snakes. The zombie infants convulsed from the electric shock, their charred skin emitting wisps of smoke.

The air was immediately filled with the stench of rotting flesh.

“Looks like these monsters aren’t that strong.” Thor swung his hammer, his long golden hair fluttering in the lightning, a hint of pride on his face. He was proud of his power.

Ian stroked his chin, feeling that Thor shouldn't be allowed to get too arrogant. People who are too cocky are prone to getting into trouble. He had gone to great lengths and put in a lot of effort for his followers.

"Ordinary zombies are indeed not strong, but ordinary zombies are only the lowest level of zombies. Above them are one-star zombies, two-star zombies, and so on up to nine-star zombies."

"Above that are the Corpse Masters, Corpse Spirits, Corpse Kings, Corpse Emperors, Corpse Sect Masters, Corpse Venerables, and, the only zombie the entire world is allowed to have—the Corpse Emperor!"

"This is an incredibly powerful being."

"The Corpse Emperor stands at the end of time and space, his body entwined with the laws of decay and eternity. His mere existence is enough to cause the river of time in countless universes to be stained with corpse spots."

"At a glance, cause and effect are reversed. All beings of the past and future will be infected with the zombie virus under His gaze. He is the embodiment of the end, the zombie singularity of the infinite universe."

Ian's writing talent remains as astonishing as ever; with just a casual remark, he used the "Pinduoduo" method to sketch out a magnificent world.

His statement was quite mysterious.

It seemed very serious.

The landlord's eldest son immediately believed it to be true.

"Wh-what?" Thor's eyes widened, and he stammered. He glanced around instinctively, as if something terrifying might emerge from the ground at any moment.

It's not Thor's fault.

After all, this was Thor's first time traveling through space.

"You're still not brave enough. The mere Zombie Emperor was easily suppressed by the Evil God. You should look at your expression just now; it was as if you'd heard Hela was coming to your birthday party!"

Ian offered a sharp critique.

Subsequently.

He looked into the distance.

On the horizon, a colossal figure enveloped in purple energy slowly approached. With each step it took, the ground trembled.

The surrounding buildings collapsed one after another like building blocks.

"Damn it." Thor swallowed hard. "Could it be what you were talking about?"

"No, that was just an ordinary zombie with a giant's aura," Ian said calmly. "But according to my level of perception, it's probably three and a half stars?"

He still maintained his belief that if he told too many lies, no one would suspect they were false.

talking.

Ian's eyes suddenly blazed with brilliant golden light, and two blazing beams swept out. Wherever they passed, the zombies let out sharp screams, their bodies seemingly compressed and twisted by some strange force, ultimately turning into... zombie babies. Even the giant zombie turned into a tiny infant.

They lay on the ground, their skin wrinkled and bluish-gray, making weak "howling" sounds, their rotting little hands groaning helplessly at the air, looking both disgusting and eerie.

"What...what kind of evil technique is this?!"

Thor was speechless, his jaw almost hitting the ground.

"The [Ancestral Ray] is more environmentally friendly than the [Eternal Day's Eye]." Ian blinked, the golden light faded, and he rubbed his temples, as if relieving some kind of mental burden.

【Reverse Evolution Ray: The Mutant Overlord can release a "Reverse Evolution Ray" from its eyes. After irradiating the target, it forces the target's gene sequence to degenerate into a "primitive form" or "young form", causing the target's strength, intelligence, senses, and even appearance to degenerate. The degree of degeneration depends on the target's mutation level and the duration of the ray.

This skill is highly effective against mutants, superhumans, demons, angels, and artificial life forms. However, it may cause ordinary humans to regress to more primitive biological forms, such as beasts or reptiles—evolution is the glory you bestow, regression is the punishment you inflict.

This new capability was used for the first time.

The effect is good.

However, it does place a significant mental burden on him. Of course, Ian felt it was necessary for him to use this skill, since burning zombies to ashes would pollute the environment too much.

It's more environmentally friendly to let them degenerate into babies.

Environmentalist Ian.

That's it!

Don't you think they're much cuter now?

He looked down and kicked a zombie baby at his feet, then asked Thor a question.

Thor's expression was as if he had swallowed an entire frost giant.

"...You call this cute?!"

He still couldn't quite understand the aesthetics of the evil god.

“At least they don’t have teeth, so they can’t bite people now.” Ian shrugged, his tone relaxed. “And look, they can’t even crawl, they can only howl on the ground, how convenient.”

"I will raise my children this way in the future."

Ian's divergent thinking has always been excellent, and his parenting views left Thor silent for a few seconds. He stared at the zombies that had turned into babies and finally couldn't help but ask.

"Where did you learn this...this kind of method?" Thor had already researched the stories about the evil gods, and the evil gods in Asgardian mythology were completely different from Ian.

"Does this really need to be learned?" Ian tapped his head and said with a smile, "It's all the fruit of the amazing wisdom tree in my own mind."

His words were full of praise for his own brain, suggesting that a super brain must be able to sense the emotional clamp.

"..."

Thor was speechless again, unable to utter a word, and could only look down at the zombie infants. They had indeed lost their aggressiveness, but their skin was still a deathly gray, and their eyes were cloudy and lifeless; clearly, they were not truly alive. Thor frowned, a sense of unease rising within him.

“Ian…”

He spoke in a low voice, his tone unusually serious.

Where have we ended up?

Thor had a very bad feeling about this strange world.

Ian then stopped smiling and looked around—the sky was blood red, the earth was rotting, and in the distance, the low growls of zombies and the hissing of unknown creatures could be faintly heard.

He took a deep breath and slowly uttered two words.

"Zombie Universe."

Ian was serious for only a second.

“I bet there’s a zombie version of you here—and you definitely can’t beat a zombie Thor!” Ian declared confidently, prompting Thor to want to retort.

Just now.

A piercing scream suddenly came from afar.

"Aaaaaah—my butt!!"

Ian and Thor turned their heads at the same time. The voice was melodious and dramatic, with the unique flair of an American hero, almost like a high-pitched solo in a Broadway musical.

"No wonder he's Captain America, who's been a model, a singer, and has done all sorts of jobs! It seems the Spear of Eternity didn't hit Zombie Captain America, otherwise Zombie Captain America wouldn't sound so good."

Ian immediately pulled out a band-aid and ran towards the direction of the sound. There he saw Captain America lying on the ground, grieving, after being shot in the buttocks by the Spear of Eternity.

The Eternal Spear was precisely embedded in the center of his firm, round buttocks.

Gwen was frantically trying to pull out his gun.

With each exertion, Captain America let out an even louder scream.

"Gently! Gently! This is a human butt, not a golden butt!"

Captain America was in so much pain that he kept pounding the ground.

However, judging from his strong voice, the injury wasn't serious. Under Ian's instigation, the Spear of Eternity wasn't as temperamental as before, and he knew how to control his strength when striking.

"I'm trying! But the gun is stuck too deep!"

Gwen bit her lip and pulled sharply.

"Aww!!"

Captain America's scream startled even more blood-eyed crows into flight.

“Gwen, I knew you were Ingolei, the one most like my quasi-believer!” Ian rushed over and knelt on one knee in Gwen’s panicked gaze. He first took out a spray bottle from his pocket, labeled “Strong Butt Repair Cream (Strawberry Flavor),” and sprayed it twice on Captain America’s wound.

Then, using the techniques of a professional screen protector applicator, he "slapped" a large band-aid onto it.

Captain America looked up, his blue eyes brimming with tears, and was about to yell at someone. Ian quickly shoved a wad of dollars into his hand: "Injury compensation, Captain."

This is a perk that everyone in the New Justice League enjoys.

Ian likes to tailor his approach to different people.

"What? So many, so many US dollars?" Captain America's expression changed instantly. He grabbed the banknotes, counted them, and smiled as brightly as a child seeing an ice cream truck.

"I am a loyal soldier! A mere fatal wound is nothing!" He tried to get up gracefully, but when he touched the wound, he hissed and fell back to the ground.

Just as Captain America was about to say that anything was fine as long as it didn't involve his genitals, a deafening roar of engines suddenly came from the distant sky. A menacing-looking flying vehicle tore through the clouds, its tail spewing eerie blue flames, and after tracing a dangerous arc in the low sky, it crashed heavily in front of everyone.

The tank hatch swung open with a "whoosh," and a petite figure nimbly leaped out. She wore a form-fitting black combat suit, a strangely shaped pulse pistol tucked into her waistband, and her short, neat hair billowed in the wind. As she looked up and her gaze swept over the crowd, it suddenly fixed on Ian.

"Uncle Ian?"

The girl was stunned for a moment.

She immediately started by claiming kinship with everyone.

This caught Ian, a skilled fighter, off guard.

(End of this chapter)