"Why are you all staring at like that?"
The Exorcist Sub-personality had wanted to show off and prove that he was capable, but the strange looks from Raymond and the John Constantine Sub-personality left him confused.
He touched his face and asked, puzzled, "Do I have sothing on my face?"
"You… That…"
The John Constantine Sub-personality raised his hand and pointed at the translucent crystal ball in the Exorcist Sub-personality's hand, but couldn't find the words.
"You want it? Here, take it—" the Exorcist Sub-personality casually tossed the crystal ball to the John Constantine Sub-personality.
The John Constantine Sub-personality instinctively caught it. Imdiately, his face twisted into an awkward, uncomfortable look. The thing felt like it was burning in his hands, but throwing it away didn't seem right either.
He looked at Raymond for help.
Raymond also felt uneasy under his gaze, but backing down now clearly wouldn't help.
From what Raymond knew about Dormammu, that guy had an extrely fragile ego.
He cared more about his pride than anything else.
As long as he felt respected, he could even let his enemies go to show off his sense of superiority.
But if he felt pitied or looked down on, even by soone who just helped him, he'd imdiately turn hostile and fight to the death.
What the Exorcist Sub-personality did just now wasn't just disrespectful—it was like stomping Dormammu's face into the ground, grinding it hard, and then spitting on it. That's basically what happened.
Anyone would lose it from that, let alone Dormammu.
Raymond was sure Dormammu wouldn't let the Exorcist Sub-personality off easily.
The real question was—would Dormammu let him go?
After all, to outsiders, the Exorcist Sub-personality was basically him—not just because they looked alike.
It was like if David's sub-personality committed a cri—could David just walk away, saying, "That wasn't , it was my sub-personality"?
Dormammu definitely wouldn't care about such excuses.
Raymond knew he had no way out now. He was stuck—either way, he'd get cut.
If that's the case…
Raymond reached out and signaled for the John Constantine Sub-personality to hand him the crystal ball that sealed the furious, cursing Dormammu.
The John Constantine Sub-personality didn't know what Raymond was planning, but he was more than happy to toss that troubleso thing over.
Raymond caught it, then turned to the Exorcist Sub-personality and asked, "Can he hear right now?"
"Of course," the Exorcist Sub-personality replied naturally.
Raymond nodded, then glanced at the crystal ball where Dormammu was still angrily shouting.
He gave a cold snort and said, "So, you're the Dark Lord Dormammu, huh?"
"I suggest you stop thinking about Earth. Earth belongs to the great Lord Thanos. If you dare to interfere again, be careful—Lord Thanos might smash your head to pieces!"
After saying that, Raymond flipped his hand, and the translucent crystal ball in his palm vanished.
At the sa ti, a new translucent crystal ball appeared in his system's inventory, taking up its own slot.
If one looked closely, they'd see that the furious, cursing Dormammu inside the crystal ball was frozen in his last expression, as if ti itself had stopped inside.
Seeing that the crystal ball could indeed be stored in the system, Raymond finally breathed a sigh of relief.
If he hadn't been able to store it, he honestly wouldn't have known how to deal with the trapped Dormammu.
After all, Dormammu was a dinsional lord, nearly godlike. If his spiritual projection was destroyed, he might be able to track down the culprit through fate or so kind of cosmic connection.
If that happened, even if Raymond tried to shift the bla, it wouldn't necessarily save him.
But storing it in the system was different.
Though Raymond didn't fully understand the limits of his system, he was sure Dormammu wouldn't be able to break through it and trace anything inside.
If Dormammu really was that powerful, then nothing he did would matter—he'd have no choice but to accept his fate.
This was simply a gamble—he was betting that Dormammu wasn't that unstoppable.
Raymond's bold move left the John Constantine Sub-personality feeling oddly familiar. After the crystal ball disappeared, he finally asked, "By the way… who's Thanos?"
"A trustworthy comrade," Raymond replied, gazing at the stars with a deep sigh.
The multiverse is an incredibly complex system. If one were to compare it to sothing, it would be like a thick book—each page representing a different world or dinsion.
Normally, these pages don't affect each other.
Each has its own story—so exciting, so boring—but every world and dinsion exists independently, with its own unique setting.
However, Earth's pri universe is fundantally different from the others.
Using the book taphor again, the pri universe is like the spine of the book. Even if its story isn't as thrilling as others, it connects and links all the pages—every dinsion and world.
That's why Earth's pri universe has always been a target for powerful beings from all corners of the multiverse.
It's like a key strategic location.
Whoever gains an advantage there can use it as a stepping stone to freely move throughout the multiverse.
It's the perfect position—for attack or defense.
But because everyone has their eyes on it, no one dares to act recklessly.
Only those with imnse power and overwhelming arrogance dare to make the first move.
Dormammu, the Dark Lord, is one of the strongest and most ambitious among them!
Deep within the Dark Dinsion…
"CURSE IT! DAMN IT! CURSED HUMANS! CURSED THANOS! I WILL DESTROY YOU ALL!"
A furious roar suddenly echoed across the Dark Dinsion!
The roar was so powerful that it shook the entire dinsion, causing chaos everywhere.
All the beings living in the Dark Dinsion trembled in fear.
They knew this roar ca from their master—Dormammu, the Dark Lord!
They didn't know who had made him so angry, but they were certain—whoever it was, they would suffer terribly in the end.
They had seen it happen too many tis.
Countless powerful beings from across dinsions and worlds, arrogant and mighty in their own realms, all ended up the sa—devoured by the Dark Dinsion, becoming nothing more than fuel.
The Dark Dinsion itself had grown into this terrifying existence by swallowing countless worlds and dinsions.
So the beings here weren't worried about whether their lord could deal with his enemy.
They were only afraid of sothing else—whether Dormammu would take his rage out on them.
After all, in so sense, this entire dinsion was Dormammu.
The creatures living here were rely parasites on their master's body.
And who knew if their master, in his fury, might decide to crush a few parasites to vent his anger?
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