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Each new rule consumed his magic, but at the same time made the world more stable and ideal—in reality, his magic wasn't actually depleted.
Instead, it was integrated into this extra universe.
if needed.
Ian can still mobilize or reclaim them, but to maintain his plans for building and modifying the world, he must ensure that this magic continues to exist within the foundation of the world.
"I've found the reason why the dimensional demons are more powerful in their own dimensions. It turns out that a large amount of their magical power is stored in their own dimensions."
"Most of the rules that maintain the magic within a dimension can be seen as part of the dimensional demon god himself." Ian continued to modify and reorganize the world as he gained his insights.
He imbued the natural laws of this world with a magical meaning.
Why can a coconut only be a coconut?
Coconuts can be coconuts for braised chicken rice, or coconuts for fried pork chops. In the distance, a forest begins to mutate. Trees grow twisted and contorted, and menu-like patterns appear on their trunks.
Ian reached out and grabbed.
A coconut landed in his hand. When he opened it, instead of white liquid, it was filled with steak, the kind with marbling.
He ate with great relish.
He felt that other creatures in the world would praise him if they ate him.
In the world of evil gods, there must also be milk tea cacti. The cactus's thorns are straws; with a gentle poke, sweet milk tea will gush out, and the flavor must be random.
There are also pleasant surprises: the smell of booger and bedbugs.
"This is right!"
Ian nodded in satisfaction.
"The backyard of an evil god should be this unreasonable."
He is once again demonstrating his "creative talent".
Thus, certain rocks on the mountain, when broken open, are like soft bread, but if no one eats them, they harden into normal stone after three minutes, and the same music keeps repeating, complaining that people have "missed the best time to eat them."
The tributaries of the river also turn milky white after passing through specific areas. A sip tastes like sweet milk, but if served in a cup, they will taste like strawberry, chocolate, or mint depending on the drinker's mood.
Besides.
The premise that anyone falling from any height and landing in a haystack will be unharmed, and that even if they suffer severe injuries, they can recover by eating a few [Ian Fruits], is certainly necessary.
Any living being can pull out objects larger than its own size from its pocket, including but not limited to its own home. Water has no buoyancy, but one can learn to swim simply by wearing a "swimsuit".
The food will not rot.
Raw meat can remain "fresh" even after 100 years, and Ian's culinary secrets are hidden all over the world—after all, it's a world of evil gods, and the more bizarre it is, the more reasonable it seems.
"Oh, right, and any human who puts on a battle suit will grow twenty-four abs. Let's see who dares to criticize me now and say that what I wrote in my book doesn't exist?"
Truly qualified writers are like this: in order to write a book, they can create a dimension as an argument, even if it costs them half of their magic.
"Hilarious, there's more magic than I can use." Ian wanted to implant his faith into this world, so he raised his hand and gently painted over the sky.
Magic gathers at your fingertips.
It flowed like viscous paint.
The evil god used his magic to draw a huge circle.
Golden and dazzling.
It radiated warm energy throughout the world.
This is the sun—but Ian doesn't want it to just be a ball.
"You have to know how to laugh."
Ian murmured.
The next second, a huge smiling face appeared on the surface of the sun, exactly the same as his face, with squinting eyes and a wide grin.
“Ga ga ga ga~”
On a sunny day.
The sun even makes a laughing sound.
It shines upon all things in Ian's place, and if sun worship arises, this faith will be absorbed by Ian. Clearly, the evil god is also considering his own interests.
It wasn't simply about creating a backyard for an evil god.
The sun's smiling face shone down on the world below, bathing everything in a golden glow. The plants seemed to sway more joyfully, and the animals looked up at the sudden source of light.
I'm a little confused.
But we quickly got used to its presence.
at this time.
Ian noticed a peculiar phenomenon.
Under the influence of the sun's magical radiation, some plants have begun to show subtle changes. Their colors have become more vibrant, and their growth rate seems to have accelerated.
There is a particularly tall tree.
Its leaves even had a faint golden sheen at the edges.
Clearly, the sun is more than just a source of light; it also continuously emits a faint, magical radiation. This magic falls upon the world like a gentle rain, slowly absorbed by plants and animals.
extraordinary.
Perhaps this is how it will be conceived.
These magical powers belong to Ian and to this world. They will circulate throughout the world, adhering to a specific law of conservation of energy, and constantly changing and shifting among all things.
When Ian needs them back.
They will not just return.
It will also bring "interest" generated during the circulation process. Realizing this, Ian immediately became interested and decided to accelerate the birth of the extraordinary in this world.
"Plants can photosynthesize, so why can't we humans and animals do the same!" As Ian made his decision, subtle changes began to occur within the world.
Orcs, elves, humans, and other intelligent species all discovered that their skin was beginning to change, and no life form knew what was happening in the world.
"what happened?"
"I feel full!"
"The sunlight is shining on me! I feel my energy and blood flowing freely!"
"A miracle! My God! There's a miracle!"
……
Before these intelligent species could adapt to the new power, the "Creator" floating above the clouds had already turned his gaze to the area belonging to the night.
"There should be a moon here."
Ian doodled again.
Another full moon appeared, as black as ink, yet radiating a soft, cold light. Ian smiled gently, pointed his finger, and a gloomy black face appeared on the moon's surface.
Still him.
He has a dark, black face.
The moon was also imbued with magic by Ian.
In the half of the area it covered, some nocturnal creatures gathered where the moonlight was strongest. They tilted their heads back, as if absorbing the magic emanating from the moon.
One of the fox-like creatures began to have its eyes gleam with an unnatural silver light in the moonlight.
World of Warcraft.
Perhaps it is just beginning to sprout.
"I wonder if the faith of wild beasts counts as faith?"
Ian originally wanted to use his own butt to sit on, but after experiencing some childhood trauma, he was now too afraid to let anyone or any animal see his butt.
"Welcome to Ian's Pocket Universe!" The DC Universe now has its own Franklin Richards, and Ian feels that the beings living in this dimension are incredibly lucky.
The entire dimension instantly came to life.
Light and darkness alternate, warmth and cold coexist.
During the day, his smiling face illuminates everyone; at night, his stern face guards them. Twenty-four hours a day, all living beings can feel his care. Combined with other settings about this world, not only will faith emerge continuously, but the atmosphere of the evil god dimension will also be vividly portrayed.
"It can become even more evil. When I have time later, I'll have a good chat with my super brain and ask for the opinions of my brain cells. I'm sure I can become the most evil god in all the heavens and myriad realms."
Ian was full of confidence.
At least in his own opinion, he had the qualifications. Ian was still eager to change his own dimensions, but the magic in his mind was truly running out.
If there is a chance.
Ian felt he needed to further develop his popularity.
Although Stocking Man has become a legend, he still has ancestors and dozens of other aliases. As long as he produces the final letter of "Stocking Man," he can reappear at lightning speed.
DC as a hero.
The acquired magic is then used to nourish this extra dimension.
What a wonderful virtuous cycle!
"I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to bring my parents and all the Marvel Cinematic Universe believers to my dimension so they can experience my amazing talent."
As the saying goes, once a person achieves success, they will want to show it off to people they know.
Ian is probably the same.
As the saying goes, "If you're awesome but don't let your acquaintances know how awesome you are, it's like wearing fine clothes in the dark." Ian is an ordinary person, so he's always been someone who loves to show off.
Logically speaking, a dimensional demon should indeed have a way to allow others to enter their dimension, and Ian felt that he should also have this ability, but he did not feel this authority at present.
Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that he is an evil god who is still in his infancy?
My first time playing an evil god.
Ian wasn't quite sure why either. He only knew that if he could find a way to unlock this ability, he could let the Marvel Cinematic Universe's followers brag about him to his parents. In particular, the fact that he saved the entire Marvel universe and became the savior of the Marvel world was something to boast about.
“It could also be because my dimension is still too small, not a complete dimension.” Ian looked around. As far as he could see, he could penetrate any obstacle and reach the end of the world.