"Give up, mortal! Your world will soon become my newest collection piece!" Dormammu laughed maniacally, preparing to completely devour this soul.
Just then—
RIIIP—!
A stable spatial rift—utterly incompatible with this dimension—opened without warning right beside his "face."
A man in a bathrobe and flip-flops, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, strolled out leisurely.
As if he hadn't intruded into a terrifying dimension capable of devouring everything, but had simply dropped by a neighbor's house.
Dormammu's laughter cut off abruptly.
The two "eyes" like black holes on his star-formed "face" fixed on this uninvited guest.
"Who are you?"
"Mortal, how did you enter my dimension?"
Dormammu sensed something was wrong.
This man gave off no magical fluctuations whatsoever, yet his very existence seemed utterly incompatible with the entire Dark Dimension.
He was like an absolute "foreign object."
Cloud didn't answer.
He looked around, then commented in a tone like someone touring a "Museum of Bizarre Architecture":
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. This decorating sense is really something else."
"Just throwing everything in here with no sense of style cohesion—like a cosmic garbage dump."
"And this color scheme? Garish red and purple everywhere. Way too tacky! Zero stars!"
Dormammu: "???"
He had existed for eons, devoured countless dimensions, and this was the first time anyone had dared criticize his "Dark God Kingdom" like this!
"Mortal! You court death!"
Dormammu was enraged!
His massive dimensional body began to churn violently!
Countless tentacles of dark energy—a hundred times thicker than those binding Strange—whipped toward Cloud from every direction like world-ending serpents!
Each tentacle contained enough destructive law to easily tear apart a planet!
Strange, bound nearby, watched this scene with his very soul trembling.
He knew the man in the bathrobe was dead for sure.
And yet—
Facing this apocalyptic assault, Cloud unhurriedly made one simple motion.
He took the unlit cigarette from his mouth and held it between his fingers.
Then, toward the overwhelming tide of dark tentacles, he slowly raised his right hand.
His gaze shifted instantly from lazy to wild, frenzied—predatory as a starving wolf!
A purple-black flame, seething with destruction and violence, erupted from his body!
"Game time has begun. Hope you can entertain me."
He bared his teeth in a wickedly arrogant grin.
"Forbidden Style 1211: Ya Sakazuki!"
He traced a casual line through the void!
Eight pillars of purple-black flame appeared from nothing!
They didn't attack the tentacles. Instead, in an extremely bizarre manner, they directly "pinned" themselves to Dormammu's massive dimensional body!
Dormammu shuddered violently!
He felt his dimensional form—which should have been in constant flux—suddenly become "fixed"!
As if eight invisible iron stakes had nailed him into the void!
"What... what is this power?! Why... can't my laws... flow anymore?!"
For the first time, Dormammu's grand voice carried a note of terror!
"We're not done yet."
Cloud's smile grew more savage.
His figure blurred into a series of purple afterimages through the void!
Fast! So fast that even thought couldn't track him!
Like a frenzied beast that had spotted its prey, he appeared instantly before Dormammu's star-formed "giant face"!
"Yaotome!"
Cloud's hands transformed into the sharpest demon claws—capable of rending any law—and plunged deep into the "foundation of Dormammu's dimensional existence"!
RIIIP—!
Pinned by Ya Sakazuki and unable to move, Dormammu let out a scream of agony that echoed throughout the entire Dark Dimension!
He felt his existence, his very concept, his laws being forcibly torn, gnawed, and devoured by an even more domineering power!
The sensation was like being a living person, torn apart bite by bite by a pack of starving dogs!
No—ten thousand times more agonizing than that!
Because this was a slow dismemberment of existence itself, at the most fundamental level!
Strange, still bound nearby, had completely lost his mind.
What was he witnessing?
A man in a bathrobe "hand-shredding" a dimensional demon god?!
And not physical tearing—but conceptual "predation"?!
"Stop! Please stop!"
"I was wrong! I was wrong! I surrender! I surrender!"
Dormammu—this dark lord who had existed for eons and consumed countless dimensions—experienced for the first time what true "fear" meant.
And for the first time understood the despair those dimensions he'd devoured must have felt in their final moments.
He finally understood what kind of existence he had provoked.
This guy wasn't some mortal at all!
He was a predator even greedier, even more terrifying than himself!
Hearing Dormammu's tearful pleas for mercy, Cloud finally stopped.
He floated in the void, then flashed a friendly smile at Dormammu—now significantly "thinner" and barely clinging to consciousness.
"Oh? Surrendering?"
"This soon? I haven't had my fill yet."
Dormammu looked at that "friendly" smile and felt more terrified than if he were watching the universe collapse.
"Y-yes! I surrender! I'll never do it again! Please, spare me!"
"Spare you? Not impossible." Cloud stroked his chin, looking exactly like a street thug extorting someone. "But here's the thing... you just scared my little friend over there."
He pointed at Strange's soul, which had completely short-circuited.
"And you interrupted my pleasant smoke break. My spirit has suffered severe trauma."
"So... some compensation for emotional damages is only fair, right?"
Dormammu: "..."
Emotional trauma my ass!
You nearly ate me alive!
But he didn't dare argue.
He could only ask in a trembling voice: "What... what do you want?"
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