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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?