"Reverse Speech Magic."
Daimons murmured softly. This was something else he had never heard of, but he quickly returned to his fanatical state. 'Who cares? As long as it works. Anyway, I've already signed the Indenture, it can't get much worse.'
"That's right," Yang Le said slowly. The Magic Yang Le thought of was the most well-known Magic in the DC Universe, Reverse Speech Magic. Its user was also the most famous and sexiest Magician in the DC Universe—Zatanna.
The Setting of Reverse Speech Magic is very simple. As long as you reverse the language, you can generate Power that affects Reality. It can be said to be simple and easy to use. Yang Le didn't know who came up with this Setting, but he was definitely a Genius. And Yang Le, who was afraid of Trouble, naturally accepted it with a smile.
"Using the Ability I bestowed upon you—Celestial Energy—as a foundation, reverse the words, and then use Celestial Energy to empower them. You can then cast powerful Spells that can affect Reality."
"That sounds very simple," Daimons said, stunned for a moment after hearing this.
"Power is a very simple thing," Yang Le added to the Setting, increasing its credibility. "In this infinite Universe, all Rules are set by Powerful Beings. Not to mention simple things like Reverse Speech Magic, as long as you have Strength, even learning to bark like a Dog can give you great Power."
'That's right,' Daimons nodded in agreement. If it were an ordinary Human, he might not be so easily deceived, but Characters like Daimons who are obsessed with Power naturally accept the theory that the Powerful Being is everything.
Sensing Daimons' agreement with his words in his Heart, Yang Le knew it was time.
"Then what are you waiting for?" The Flame around Yang Le suddenly surged, illuminating a Space. "Unleash my Magic and let me see if you are qualified to be my agent!"
"Yes, Master!" Daimons stood up, feeling the Power he had just gained in his Body. This Energy was more powerful than any Power he had absorbed before.
Daimons mobilized the Energy. Purple light emerged from his Eyes, and purple Electric Current kept erupting from his Eyes. Finally, he Opening his mouth. "Lightning Flash!"
As soon as Daimons finished speaking, a thick Lightning Flash appeared out of thin air and struck the Open Area in front of him, splitting off a piece of the Rock he was standing on.
What powerful Magic! Daimons calculated the consumption of Celestial Energy in his Body. If he only consumed his own Celestial Energy, he could only release attacks of that magnitude ten times. But if he used Yang Le's Strength, he wouldn't care even if he released it hundreds or thousands of times. Thinking of this, Daimons was immediately ecstatic.
Yang Le was also ecstatic. With Daimons' Thunder, Reverse Speech Magic was now established in the Marvel World, just like giving birth in an Airplane over America—outrageous yet somehow reasonable.
With such a precedent, if Yang Le manipulated things a bit and built a complete System, then Reverse Speech Magic would be a legitimate Power of the Marvel Universe.
As for how to perfect it? Of course, it was to bind Reverse Speech Magic to Yang Le. In this way, Reverse Speech Magic would become Yang Le's exclusive Power. Others could not take it away or use it. To use it, one must obtain Yang Le's permission.
As for how to bind it, that's even simpler. The prerequisite for using Reverse Speech Magic is Celestial Energy, and Yang Le is the only one in the entire Marvel Universe who can generate Celestial Energy. Maneuvering this is naturally extremely easy.
In this way, Yang Le obtained the greatest gain from this Act of playing God—a complete Magic System. Even he, as a Human, could use it, although he wouldn't have such great Strength. After all, he, as a Human, didn't have that much Celestial Energy reserve.
But there was no need to worry about this. As long as Yang Le created a Clone Technique and kept his Demon God self, he could borrow Power from himself to use powerful Magic.
It wasn't just himself either, even Gwen could, it just depended on whether she was interested.
"Gratitude, Master, for bestowing such might upon me!" Daimons quickly knelt on the Ground, expressing his Gratitude for Yang Le's gift.
"As long as you can make me happy, you can gain even more," Yang Le felt it was about time and that it was time to end this Act.
"Go, bring me amusement."
Daimons just blinked, and the purple Strange Space disappeared. He returned to the New Warriors Base once again.
Daimons quickly lowered his Head to check himself and found that the Armor was still on his Body. He not only breathed a sigh of relief, but with another flip of his Hand, the Chainsword was once again in his grasp.
Now Daimons was completely relieved. Everything that had happened before was not a Dream. He had finally obtained Power far beyond that of his other Tribesmen.
"Hahaha!" Daimons couldn't help but laugh loudly. When he finally laughed enough, he observed his surroundings again.
Looking at Kaine Parker lying not far away, Daimons was dismissive. At this moment, he had no interest in the Spider-Man.
"Speaking of which, I've been out for quite a while," Daimons raised the Chainsword in front of him, admiring this terrifying Weapon. "I'm starting to miss Home a little. It's time to go back and see my 'Family'."
Daimons' expression became increasingly deranged. Yang Le, who was secretly watching from the side, even thought Morlun had been reborn.
"Luckily, this person is my Subordinate, otherwise, I would be so embarrassed," Yang Le gently shook his Head.
Daimons, who had become a madman, opened a Portal and embarked on the road Home. It seemed he wanted to have some heart-to-heart talks with his Family.
Passing through a vast expanse of white, Daimons returned to his Home once again, that disgusting place.
As soon as he stepped out of the Portal, Daimons saw his closest younger brother, Jennix, standing in front of the Portal, pacing anxiously. Only when he saw Daimons come out did he breathe a sigh of relief.
"You're finally back, brother," Jennix approached Daimons, wanting to say something, but he was stunned when he saw the drastically changed Daimons.
"What's wrong, Jennix?" Daimons' Face was as usual, as if nothing was wrong.
"What else could it be?" Although Jennix felt strange, he still answered Daimons' question. "Clearly, the new Body has already been cultivated, but Sister Reina's Soul hasn't returned yet, and the Totem Mark on your Body can't be found either. What exactly did you encounter?"
Looking at his anxious and fearful younger brother, Daimons' expression remained normal. He said unhurriedly, "Oh, it's nothing, my brother. I just encountered a good thing, the best thing since I was born. I can't help but feel that I might have been born for this good thing."
Looking at the deranged Daimons, Jennix took a few steps back and asked tremblingly, "W-what... is it... what thing?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jennix's Head flew into Mid-air, Blood like a fountain soared into the sky, and the Armor that Daimons had just cleaned was once again covered in Blood Color.
"I prefer teaching by example rather than words," Daimons gripped the roaring Chainsword, looking ferociously at Jennix's Corpse collapsing powerlessly. "Are you satisfied with my answer, brother!"
(End of Chapter)