"Too noisy."
Lucci looked up at the hundreds of millions of evil tentacles sweeping down like they would swallow the cosmos, then glanced at the Ancient One's desperate face.
Finally, his gaze fixed on the giant face in the sky—still laughing wildly.
He simply moved…
…activating comprehension that defied heaven.
Buzz—
In an instant, the so-called Dark Dimension and all its secrets became transparent in Lucci's eyes.
He saw its essence: a negative-energy universe whose core laws were "devouring" and "destruction."
He saw Dormammu's relationship to it: not a creator, but the first discoverer of a dimension he hadn't originally owned—more like a "world will" or "primordial parasite"-type inherited existence.
Dormammu could mobilize the dimension's power, but the dimension itself was not completely his.
He saw the composition of its energy: fragments of countless devoured worlds, living grudges, and the pure chaotic void—mixed into a very "blended" and "nutrient-rich" energy cocktail.
"I see…"
A smile curled at Lucci's lips. Dormammu's heart inexplicably thumped.
"A huge garbage dump filled with negative emotions and ownerless energy?"
"The energy is mixed, but… there's a lot of it."
"It's just that my 'Great Universe Meditation Method' has been lacking resources to improve."
In less than a thousandth of a second, Lucci fully grasped the Dark Dimension's nature—and a bold idea formed in his mind.
If you're an aggregate of energy…
…then wouldn't it be best to eat you?
With Lucci's current understanding of cosmic origin and his comprehensive "Great Universe Meditation Method," he created on the spot a special technique to "devour" a dimension—no harder than breathing.
Facing the hundreds of millions of evil tentacles now closing in to engulf him, Lucci merely raised a hand and spread his five fingers.
Toward the sky.
Toward the entire Dark Dimension.
He gently grasped.
"Great Universe Devouring Method."
The moment he spoke those five words, the supreme law of "devouring"—the polar opposite of the Dark Dimension—erupted from the center of his palm!
In an instant, Lucci's palm seemed to form a small yet infinite suction…
…a cosmic black hole.
When those ferocious evil tentacles—each with power to shatter worlds—approached the "black hole," they collapsed instantly like snakes meeting a natural predator.
Then, uncontrollably, they were dragged in, torn apart, and devoured—madly—by that ordinary-looking palm.
"What?!"
Dormammu's harsh laughter cut off abruptly.
For the first time, shock and disbelief appeared on his massive face.
The dark energy he had mobilized was actually… out of control?
It no longer obeyed his command. Like swallows returning to the forest, it flew into that human's palm!
"What… is happening?!"
Storm waves rose in Dormammu's consciousness.
Beside Lucci, the Ancient One was completely stunned.
She had been ready to burn her soul for a final battle—yet the collision she expected never happened.
The attack strong enough to destroy everything…
…had become a buffet?
And it didn't end there.
After devouring those tentacles, the "black hole" in Lucci's palm grew even more terrifying.
No longer satisfied with "passive" devouring, it began to greedily extend its fangs toward the entire Dark Dimension!
Rumble—
The whole Dark Dimension trembled and groaned violently!
In the sky, evil energy was sucked into a colossal tornado and surged madly toward Lucci's palm!
On the ground, mountains made from world fragments disintegrated and evaporated into torrents of pure energy—then were pulled in!
Even the space of the dimension itself was being torn apart and swallowed by the terrible suction!
Dormammu stared in horror as his connection to the dimension was forcibly severed.
His power poured out like an avalanche!
The kingdom he had ruled for hundreds of millions of years was being… eaten… piece by piece!
"No! No! Stop! Stop!!"
Dormammu screamed—one hundred times more terrified than before.
He finally understood.
The monster before him wasn't here to fight.
He was here…
…to eat.
He wanted to swallow Dormammu and the entire dimension as food!
Lucci naturally ignored his howling.
The "Great Universe Devouring Method" ran at maximum output. The black hole in his palm expanded, and its devouring speed increased again and again.
The Dark Dimension shrank and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Dormammu's huge evil face rapidly faded like an illusion, shrinking drastically:
From planet-sized…
to mountain-sized…
to house-sized…
Fear.
An unprecedented, deep fear of "death itself" swallowed Dormammu's consciousness completely.
He knew that if this continued, within minutes, the immortal dimensional lord would truly "die."
"I was wrong! I was wrong!"
"Great being—please stop!"
Seeing his dimension dying and himself shrinking like a deflating balloon, Dormammu finally broke down completely.
He cast aside all pride and dignity, begging for mercy in the humblest, most fearful tone.
"I'm willing to surrender! I'm willing to be your most loyal servant! Please—spare my life!"
"I'm willing to sign an eternal slave contract! Obey forever! Never betray!"
Hearing the words "slave contract," Lucci's greedy action finally halted.
He looked at the "mini Dormammu" before him—shrunk from a planet to palm-size, trembling like a purple jelly ball—with playful light in his eyes.
Making a dimensional lord into a slave?
That sounded… mildly interesting.
"Soul imprint."
Lucci spoke lightly.
Spared, mini Dormammu didn't dare be careless. He immediately separated his true soul mark from his remaining origin and respectfully floated it toward Lucci.
Lucci casually took the mark and clenched it in his palm.
From that moment on, Dormammu's life and death depended entirely on a single thought of Lucci's.
The Ancient One beside them watched the entire process like a fool.
Her mind went blank.
The desperate dark monarch who had tormented Earth for years, forcing past Sorcerer Supremes into helplessness…
…was defeated?
No—this wasn't even defeat.
This was getting directly "farmed," then signing the contract yourself first.
The Ancient One stared at Lucci and the trembling purple "jelly," feeling like the past hundreds of years of her life had become an absurd joke.
After obtaining Dormammu's loyalty, Lucci stopped devouring the Dark Dimension.
The dimension had lost nearly 90% of its energy and was worn down, but its foundation still existed.
Keeping it as a reserve "energy battery" or "garbage disposal site" wasn't bad.
He glanced at the still-petrified Ancient One, then at mini Dormammu floating ahead.
He waved his hand, opening a spatial rift back to the real dimension.
"Let's go," he said, leading the way.
The Ancient One followed as if sleepwalking.
Mini Dormammu followed Lucci closely like a loyal pug.
…
Outside, at Kamar-Taj.
The courtyard atmosphere was tragic and solemn.
Under Mordo and Wong's organization, the sorcerers quickly packed important classics and relics, preparing for final evacuation.
Everyone's face was full of confusion about the future, and worry for Lucci and the Supreme One's safety.
"Master Mordo… are we really just leaving like this?" a young sorcerer asked unwillingly.
Mordo clenched his fists, eyes full of pain and struggle, but he knew this was the Supreme One's order—they had to obey.
"This is to preserve Kamar-Taj's flame," he said with difficulty.
At that moment, Wong, who had been staring at the sky, suddenly let out a startled cry.
"Look! The sky!"
Everyone looked up.
They saw the spatial rift that had been torn open by evil will—the rift connecting to the Dark Dimension—had stopped.
It wasn't shrinking anymore, and it wasn't expanding either.
"What… happened?"
"Could it be… the Supreme One won?"
"Impossible! That's Dormammu!"
The sorcerers spoke in shock, unable to understand why this was happening.
Mordo and Wong were stunned too.
Had the Supreme One really performed a miracle and defeated Dormammu inside the Dark Dimension?
Just as doubt swirled—
From the narrowing rift, two familiar figures stepped out.
Lucci and the Ancient One.
"It's the Supreme One! And Lord Lucci!"
"They're back! They're safe!"
Seeing the two appear unharmed, all of Kamar-Taj erupted into cheers like a lifetime's worth released at once.
Mordo and Wong were even more emotional, tears streaming as they rushed forward.
"Supreme One! Thank heavens you're alright!"
Mordo blurted, "You… you really defeated Dormammu?"
All the sorcerers stared at the Ancient One with bright, eager eyes, waiting for her to announce the thrilling news.
But under her disciples' fervent gaze, the Ancient One's face showed a complex smile mixed with bitterness and awe.
She shook her head and sighed softly.
"Me?"
"How could I defeat Dormammu?"
With that one sentence, the cheering stopped abruptly.
Everyone froze.
Then… what about the rift in the sky?
The Ancient One didn't explain directly. She turned her gaze to the man beside her, expressionless from beginning to end.
"It was Lord Lucci."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone clearly.
"He's the one who defeated Dormammu."
Boom—
Those words exploded in every sorcerer's mind like a million-ton nuclear bomb.
Him… what?
Lord Lucci… defeated Dormammu?
Was this even real?
They stared at Lucci with eyes that looked at a god—no, more than a god.
Someone had invaded Dormammu's lair and… defeated the dimensional lord?
This was far beyond imagination.
Something never once heard in myth or legend.
The Ancient One looked at her disciples' collective mental break and smiled bitterly inwardly.
Not only them—even she, who had witnessed it personally, felt like she was trapped in a strange dream.
She pointed behind Lucci, at the overlooked floating thing that looked like a purple jelly, blankly bobbing in the air.
"And that's not all."
"What is that?"
Everyone turned to look at the… oddly cute little floating object.
Purple, semi-transparent, with a faint light blinking at its core. It occasionally wiggled as if trying to please.
"What… what is it? A magical pet?" a female sorcerer asked curiously.
Mordo and Wong frowned.
They could sense a faint but extremely pure dark aura from it—strangely familiar.
Suddenly, Wong seemed to recall something. His pupils shrank sharply. The blood drained from his face. He raised a trembling finger, pointing at the purple jelly.
His voice shook with extreme fear and shock:
"Why… why does it feel so similar to… Dormammu?"
At once, everyone who was observing realized it too.
Their breathing stopped.
Seeing their ghostlike expressions, the Ancient One delivered the final blow. She nodded and spoke in a calm yet soul-freezing tone:
"That's right."
"This… is Dormammu."
Kamar-Taj fell into deadly silence.
You could hear a pin drop.
Mordo, Wong, and all the sorcerers collectively collapsed in place.
It was as if time had stopped. Every sorcerer turned to stone like they'd been caught by Medusa's gaze—mouths agape, eyes wide, faces filled with indescribable shock and confusion.
Only the Ancient One's words echoed in their minds:
"That… is Dormammu."
Dormammu?
That tiny purple jelly?
That "pug" following Lord Lucci like a pet?
The Dark Lord who had swallowed countless dimensions and left every generation of Sorcerer Supremes helpless…
was Dormammu?
How was that possible?!
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes—if it hadn't been spoken by the Supreme One they trusted most—they would never believe such nonsense even if they died.
The two top sorcerers of Kamar-Taj, Mordo and Wong, weren't much better.
Mordo's hands trembled. Wong rubbed his eyes, wanting to believe this was a severe hallucination he'd never experienced before.
Watching her disciples' worldview collapse, the Ancient One could only smile bitterly.
She took a deep breath and recounted what happened: Lucci entering the Dark Dimension; creating his own "Great Universe Devouring Method" on the spot; devouring the entire Dark Dimension like a buffet; finally forcing Dormammu to beg for mercy and sign a slave contract.
With every sentence, the sound of gasps in the courtyard grew louder.
When she finished, Kamar-Taj could no longer make any sound at all.
The sorcerers' faces flushed from oxygen deprivation and extreme shock, their minds blank.
They could no longer think.
Devouring a dimension?
Eating a dimensional lord like a meal?
And in the end… harvesting him as a pet?
This wasn't something even gods could do.
This belonged only in creation myths.
…
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