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They fled to all corners of the universe. Each of these ancient and dangerous beings once made the entire Marvel Universe tremble.
Of course, Thor didn't recognize any of these figures. He only felt his soul tremble and shudder involuntarily in front of those lights and shadows, as if just looking directly at them was too much for him.
"Oh no!"
Thor wasn't stupid; he realized the problem was probably beyond his imagination. Just then, Odin and the Frost Giant opened their eyes simultaneously! Odin's expression quickly changed from bewilderment to ecstasy, while the Frost Giant's face turned ashen.
It was like swallowing a hedgehog whole.
"Father! You're awake!" Thor excitedly rushed forward, wanting to give Odin a bear hug. "Thank goodness you're not..."
He hasn't finished speaking yet.
"Get out of here!"
Odin then kicked him away.
Thor spun away like a bowling ball that had been hit, finally crashing into something soft with a "thud".
Someone had pinned him down with their foot.
Thor looked up.
He met a pair of emerald green eyes. The king of the frost giants was staring at him with a look of utter disappointment.
Thor's back instantly broke out in a cold sweat. He knew that look all too well—Odin would look at him like that every time he messed things up.
"No, no way? Father God, you and that guy..." Thor's voice trembled. He looked at Odin in the distance, then at Loki in front of him, completely confused. He didn't know who he should call "father."
Before the poor Asgardian crown prince could even sort out the situation, a deafening roar suddenly echoed throughout the space.
Odin was still ecstatic.
Loki was already on high alert. However, due to some mysterious reasons, the anticipated event did not occur.
"My face! My hands! How did I become like this!" Darkness surged in like a tide, and a twisted figure materialized in the void—it was the Dark God, Nal, but his current appearance was utterly gruesome.
His once majestic face now resembled crumpled clay, and when the God of Darkness, Nar, roared, rainbow-colored bubbles would even spill from his mouth—judging from the Old God's behavior, this was definitely not the reality he desired.
It's not just about appearance.
What truly broke the Dark God Nal's resolve was that upon returning to reality, he immediately discovered something utterly unacceptable: his once-surging, boundless power seemed to have been tainted by some unknown defilement.
……
There are many unknowns in this world.
the other side.
DC Universe.
For some unknown reason, after returning to the DC Universe, before Ian could even tinker with the newly acquired Black Sorrow sword, he was immediately bombarded with a series of system notifications. The system's voices were incessant, as if he had accidentally stumbled upon a goldmine.
Perhaps it's related to the original manuscripts Ian drew, because they keep turning and glowing, this wave of writers' professions has not only reached level ten.
[Author Experience Points +177]
[Author Experience Points +130]
[Author Experience Points +144]
……
[Writer profession reached level 11!]
[Writer profession reached level 12!]
[Writer profession reached level 13!]
……
It even jumped to a level of thirteen, instantly becoming Ian's highest-level skill.
Moreover, Ian discovered that while there were no notifications on his system panel, there were some subtle changes.
Name: Ian Kent
【普通职业：学生lv8〔441/1280〕作家LV13〔7215/40960〕领袖LV7〔112/640〕】
【超凡职业：狂战士LV9〔78/2560〕，野蛮暴君lv11〔1457/10240〕【异变主宰lv2〔1/20〕】【【熵灭领主Lv11〔3357/10240〕】】
[Global Recognition: Key NPC (Active Period)]
[Innate Skills: Reverse Blood Furnace, Perfect Divinity, Feeding All Beings, Eternal Grace]
[General Skills: Painting the World, Mimicry Armor, Ian Kent Defense Technique [Elite], Sharing, Learning [Elite]...]
[Professional Skills: Reverse Evolution Ray, Wrath of the Undead, Blasphemy Elegy, World-Burning Pulse, Perfect Divine Body, Eternal Day's Eye Level 3, Absolute Leap, Contemptuous Leap, Ultimate Hunger Level 3...]
Ian gained a new universal skill, "Writing the World," not only because of his advancement in the profession of "writer."
Regarding his global recognition, there's also a somewhat puzzling addition of a glowing "Active Period" indicator.
It twinkled and sparkled, yet it seemed to bring no change. Ian could only wonder if it meant he had more "screen time" or "popularity," but he never doubted that his popularity would have a low point.
“My drawing this sword must have caused some kind of change.” Although Ian didn’t see what happened afterward because he returned too quickly, he still possessed super intelligence and could easily deduce a highly probable conclusion with a little reasoning.
Of course, whatever happens in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Ian can't go back now; he can only wait until another day passes before he can return to Marvel to verify his abilities. Now, the problem facing Ian is the new skill he's acquired.
He was quite shocked when he saw it. He had always known that the general skills of his ordinary profession were rather unreasonable, but he never expected that the [Writer] profession, which originally did not have any skills, would give birth to a new skill at the level 10 threshold, and it was even more unreasonable than unreasonable.
【Writing the World: What is reality? What is illusion? All of this can be defined. You can "materialize" abstract concepts, fantasy settings, and fictional things into reality through writing, influencing the real world or target individuals.
You can also influence how a target exists by writing changes to its "definition" or "state".
The more detailed the description, the stronger the effect, but the greater the energy consumption—spiritual attributes will be the key factor affecting the depth and richness of your writing.
It has to be said that this skill is indeed somewhat overpowered; it's like a great force and authority that can anchor the course of destiny.
Aside from requiring mental energy, it is truly powerful in every aspect, even capable of altering details when writing about "what has already happened." It can even bring fantastical things to life briefly through writing.
If his mental strength is sufficient to pay the price of writing, it could even allow Ian to write logical paradoxes to create real-world bugs.
"I understand! I understand perfectly! I am Sequence 1 of the Dreamer Path, the Writer! Once this skill evolves further, I will be the Dreamer, gaining true power of words, the power of my thoughts!"
Ian was incredibly excited. The fact that the general skills were all conceptual skills was now confirmed. He wanted to know if other ordinary professions and the writer profession could awaken or evolve their existing skills if they leveled up further.
"As expected of my system accessory! I'm very satisfied with this skill!" Ian excitedly flipped himself up from the "living massage bed" woven from 365 demon arms.
The arms on the bed immediately and eagerly offered slippers—a pair of screaming leather shoes that would bite your heels on their own.
It has a remarkable effect on removing dead skin.
"Thanks, guys~" Ian casually stepped in, but the shoe couldn't bite through his dead skin, and he immediately protested with a "woof woof".
But Ian mistook it for a joyful shout. He searched around, finding the room furnished with a "cozy" style typical of hell.
The walls here are made of wailing souls, and every three seconds a painful face will emerge, groaning "Help me!" The chandeliers are three still-rotating demon heads hanging from the ceiling.
Their eye sockets burned with eerie blue flames, serving as illumination. When Ian pinched them, the veins hanging out of their sockets lit up automatically.
The room became dimly lit. Ian hummed a tune out of tune as he walked to the desk carved from human bones.
“I’m going to try out my new skill—‘Drawing the World with a Pen’!” Ian excitedly pulled a quill pen out of the drawer.
The pen tip gleamed with an ominous black light. He unfolded a piece of parchment he had taken from a drawer, intending to change the sinister blood moon in the sky above hell into his own smiling face, so that all hellish beings could bask in the "benevolent light of Lord Ian."
however.
Mr. Ian’s pen tip had just touched the paper.
"I don't think you can do that yet." A languid and elegant mature woman's voice suddenly rang out from behind.
“Even if it’s just to match your interesting magic book.” The woman’s voice was very close, as if she were speaking right next to Ian’s ear.
Ian turned around abruptly.
In the corner of the guest room stood a woman of noble bearing. She wore a dark black dress with a hem like flowing lava, her skin was so pale it was almost transparent, but her lips were as red as blood.
Her eyes were the purest black, with stars seemingly dancing deep within her pupils.
"Ok?"
Ian blinked.
"Are you a maid in this hellish kingdom? Perfect timing, I'm a little hungry, could you find me something to eat?"
He politely reached into his pocket, intending to give the other person a tip—however, the other person didn't seem to want to prepare food for him.
"It seems you don't just like God in being a writer," the woman chuckled, her voice as gentle as poison coated in honey, "and like him, you're handless and limbless, and like to boss others around."
“I think I know why he likes you so much; you are the younger version of him.”
As soon as these words came out.
Ian's hand froze in mid-air. The woman's voice was gentle, but the contempt in her words was chilling upon closer inspection.
"Hiss~" The boy's super intelligence was passively triggered, and his brain worked at lightning speed. The next moment, he gasped, realizing that there were very few people in the DC universe who dared to insult God like this. "You, no, you wouldn't happen to be... Lucifer's mother, would you?!"
This is a reasonable guess. After all, as far as Ian knows, Lucifer's mother, who is also God's wife, is now imprisoned in Hell by God.
"Who would be so stupid as to marry God?"
The woman maintained her perfect smile, her fingertips lightly tracing the pages of "The Complete Guide to Cooking in Hell" on the bookshelf. Suddenly, the pages turned automatically, finally stopping at a recipe labeled "How to Cook God," the book's pages filled with blasphemy.
"As for Lucifer?"
The woman tilted her head, as if recalling a distant relative, "Let me think... he should probably call me aunt."
Her voice is not loud.
But it struck Ian like a heavy hammer, making his heart tremble, and he finally realized what he had gone through.
After a while.
"Actually, I've wanted an aunt since I was little..."
Chapter 163 The Great Darkness! The Hidden Manor!
Ian is the kind of person with an intelligence level in the double digits. After realizing that the other party was someone he couldn't afford to offend, he immediately tried to forcefully get closer to the other party.
This point was mentioned in "4S Store: Sales Guide Training". "You can't hit someone if you're related to them". As long as you have some connection with your relatives, you can always get a very good result.
"I've dreamed of having an aunt since I was little! No! I've been dreaming about it since I was in the womb!" Ian's eyes lit up like two little suns when he heard the woman say that Lucifer should call her "aunt." He and his benefactor Lucifer were quite close; they were already Twitter friends, so they would definitely become sworn brothers in a couple of years.
His logic remained impeccable and brooked no argument. The woman's expression froze, her golden pupils narrowing slightly, as if she had seen some incomprehensible creature.