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His lips trembled.
"That can't be right. I watched him assemble the machine, and I even participated in it. How could he have planted the bomb behind my back... And who... who would install a tactical nuclear weapon in their own equipment?!"
The Flash frantically tugged at his hair, knowing that this was far beyond what could be described as cautious; even the word "madness" seemed a bit too mild when applied to Bruce.
“Don’t be discouraged, at least we’ve proven your modification ideas were correct—it’s just that Batman’s defenses are too outrageous.” Ian earnestly comforted the Flash.
"..."
The Flash didn't respond; he just slumped to the ground in despair.
You can even eat nuclear bombs?
His gaze toward Ian grew increasingly strange.
“This is what Ian, the Devourer of the Universe, is like.” Ian looked at his [Extra Dimension]. The new data had been analyzed and he had also sensed the changes in the Extra Dimension.
【Ding! 】
[Additional dimension data analysis complete!]
[The shattered universe has been completely absorbed!]
[World template loading!]
In Ian's mind.
The system notification tone sounded clearly.
next second.
He then felt the previously barren "extra dimension" within his body begin to vibrate violently—the earth undulated and stretched like ocean waves, and the sky seemed to be lifted upwards by an invisible hand.
The gray fog was torn away, revealing a brand new sky.
"Wow……"
Ian blinked.
Consciousness sinks into its own dimensional world.
"Why are you lying on the ground again! Did you eat too much?" The Flash noticed that Ian had suddenly leaned back and instinctively reached out to catch Ian as he landed on the back of his head.
"Bang~"
Strange things happened.
He couldn't touch Ian.
However, one could hear the sound of the back of Ian's head making intimate contact with the ground. This meant that Ian had already lost consciousness; otherwise, he would have been able to tell from that sound that he had a good brain.
"It's gotten so much bigger!"
Ian discovered that the world's scale had expanded from the size of Earth to the vastness of the solar system. Although the Earth was still flat and the heavens were round, there were now many more stars in the sky that could be landed on.
of course.
The changes to the earth are most noticeable; everything has changed. The once barren and cramped world is undergoing dramatic transformations at a visible pace.
The earth began to expand.
The sky is also rising.
What's most breathtaking is that modern cities are springing up across the expanded land! Skyscrapers of steel and concrete appear like a miracle on the horizon.
Neon lights flash, streets crisscross, and traffic tracks shuttle through the air. The high-tech buildings look like they were moved directly from another universe.
It stands in stark contrast to the surrounding forests, swamps, and ruins that have not yet fully integrated with the landscape. The original primeval jungle still exists, and a few trolls can still be seen wandering among the towering ancient trees. But now, a neat dividing line has suddenly appeared at the edge of this wild land, beyond which lies the steel jungle of a modern metropolis.
On one side is a primeval forest, entwined with vines and teeming with wild animals; on the other side is a steel jungle, brightly lit and bustling with traffic. The boundary appears unusually divisive.
It was as if two worlds had been forcibly stitched together, with distorted ripples from the spatial anomaly still lingering in the air. This scene truly terrified the trolls who were active on the edge of their original world.
"We've entered the secret realm!"
"That place must be a secret realm!"
"No! There are so many humans inside! It's terrifying! Absolutely terrifying!"
The troll frantically burrowed back into the jungle. The newly loaded urban area was indeed bustling with people: office workers crammed onto the subway, baristas frothed milk, and couples kissed on park benches—everyone lived as usual, completely unaware that the land beneath their feet had been seamlessly integrated with the primeval jungle of another dimension.
Cognitive filtering.
This is a characteristic of dimensional compatibility.
Of course, not everyone was kept in the dark.
"Snapped!"
A cell phone that Ian had previously "eaten" fell from the sky and landed squarely on the head of Franklin Richards, who was looking around in a daze.
"hiss--"
The Omega-sized mutant kid covered his forehead, picked up his phone, and looked up at the sky with a twitching eye—where the sun was hanging, displaying a comical smile.
“How could there be such a dimensional demon in the DC Universe…” Franklin Richards stared at the sky, his eyes twitching. He could feel Ian’s gaze but could not see Ian.
After waking up.
The original maintainer of the mutant universe has discovered that his abilities have been suppressed. This is the effect of dimensional compatibility; he and his universe have become subservient to others.
"What exactly are you going to do to us?!" Franklin Richards was filled with fear and unease. He looked up at the sky and questioned the heavens, but those around him were unaware of him due to the influence of his power.
"Do you want to enslave us, or turn us into nourishment?"
Franklin Richards persisted in speaking.
There was no response from the sky.
at this time.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something rapidly approaching from the direction of the primeval forest—two separate legs, nothing above the knees, yet rushing toward the city at an astonishing speed.
"???"
Franklin Richards instinctively teleported to the boundary, raised his hand and released an invisible barrier to block the running legs. He used his own power to bind the two legs.
However, they were unable to completely suppress their power.
"No, what the hell is this?!" After being exposed to the Smiling Sun, Franklin Richards had become somewhat more accepting of the idea of running legs.
He tried to turn his two dark legs into toys.
however.
The suppression of his abilities was too intense, and in the end, he could only watch as his dark legs broke free of their restraints and he ran off in the opposite direction into the primeval forest.
"Higher privileges than mine? A Speed Force pet that Lord Ian has let run away?" Franklin Richards also obtained enough important information before the other party ran away.
Mr. Ian.
This is clearly the name of a dimensional demon god.
"What kind of demon would raise two legs and equip them with AJ sneakers?!" Just as Franklin Richards was wondering and trying to figure out what the dimensional demon was experimenting with.
“That’s a ‘wandering ghost’.” A soft female voice came from behind, and an elf emerged from the forest, picking glowing mushrooms around the area.
"Nobody knows where it came from, nobody knows what it wants to do."
"Some say they are lost souls from ancient legends, running forever because they can't stop until they exhaust their souls or find their lost backsides. Others say they are tools used by the Creator to measure the earth and monitor all living beings—in any case, they won't attack us, just don't touch them."
The elf, somewhat wary, gave Franklin a warning.
silence.
A long silence.
After an unknown amount of time, Franklin, who had been watching the elves picking mushrooms, finally found his voice and asked, "Excuse me, but why do you elves speak Chinese?"
His tone was strange, and there was an indescribable complex emotion in it.
"What do you mean by Chinese? That's the oldest Elvish language." The elf looked at Franklin with confusion and suspicion. "You're speaking Orcish now."
Her words made Franklin's expression even more interesting. Franklin looked into the distance and saw a group of orcs spying in the forest, speaking English with an Australian accent.
And on the other side.
Several trolls were huddled together for warmth.
He was speaking gibberish in Japanese.
Everything seemed so natural, yet incredibly incongruous. At that moment, the highly intelligent Franklin understood, and he looked once again at the smiling sun in the sky.
"The dimensional demon here must have limited knowledge! He must be semi-illiterate...that's why there's no language system of his own in his dimension!"
As soon as these words came out.
The voice just fell.
The sky suddenly changed color.
Thunder roared across the sky.
The sun's smiling face instantly turned into a scorching red. Thunderclouds surged, and lightning flashed like mad snakes through the clouds, making the air in the entire dimension scorched.
"Don't disturb the Creator! The language the Creator gave us is very useful! We can learn it automatically from birth!" The elf hurriedly grabbed Franklin. She was half a body taller than Franklin, but she couldn't force him to kneel down.
"Apologize quickly! Praise the Creator for ten minutes, and He will forgive you!" the elf began to persuade Franklin, who simply straightened his little back in defiance.
of course.
His back didn't stay straight for long.
"Ha, you want me to apologize? I'm Franklin Richards! Even if the Living Tribunal came!" He wanted to brag, but before he could finish his sentence, he saw the sun grow 108 hands.
Yes, one hundred and eight giant, golden hands emerged from the clouds, each holding a bolt of lightning powerful enough to shatter a planet, all aimed at his waist.
"..."
The air froze for a second.
Feeling that each bolt of lightning could seal away a portion of his power, Franklin instantly knelt down, raised his hands high, and offered the gold beneath his knees.
"Forgive me, I'm still a child."
He attempted to salvage the situation.
"The Creator also says that He is a child."