"Malrick, we've been flying for a long time, we're nearly at Hell," Tiamut said as they soared through the Void Land. "If you don't have any particular destination in mind, perhaps we could find somewhere to rest."
As a sleeping God, Tiamut preferred stillness over aimless wandering.
"No need, Tiamut. I must continue searching," Malrick answered, closing his eyes while perched on Tiamut's head. His traversal ability had been activated — the most efficient way to locate an ownerless dimension within the Realm of Split. He fed in the keywords: Current Multiverse, Ownerless Dimension, No Faction.
Immediately his consciousness dove through chaotic layers of dimensional space — countless worlds flickered before him. Some small, like floating landmasses; others vast, like mini-universes. Preferring strength and stability, Malrick selected the largest candidate dimension and vanished silently.
Tiamut, left behind, touched his empty crown: "He's gone just like that?"
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Moments later, Malrick reappeared far away from Tiamut, before a colossal ownerless dimension at the edge of the Realm of Split — a remote, hidden corner where even Hell Lords and Dimension Masters rarely ventured.
"It's large enough," Malrick murmured. From the outside, the dimension spanned trillions of light-years. Not quite the Dark Dimension, but impressive. He tore open the spatial membrane and entered.
Inside lay an endless, universe-like void. This dimension lacked rules of time or death, though it retained spatial structure. Distant light points sparkled — stars. Thousands, perhaps millions. Far fewer than a full universe, yet far more than any ordinary dimension.
A flash of insight crossed Malrick's mind: perhaps this was once a shattered universe, cast into the Realm of Split instead of decaying into the Void Land. Regardless, the dimension was perfect.
"This will hold my Divine Kingdom," he decided.
He stood in the void and began the breakthrough. Within his inner world, the Original Nucleus — which contained his soul — reappeared. In the context of the Starry Sky system, the Original Nucleus served as a singularity for a world.
The Rege Duo Clone shot out a beam of pure light, unleashing the full Law of Light onto the Nucleus. The inner world shook violently. The Nucleus, containing the essence of Malrick's soul, disintegrated into cosmic dust. Those particles then merged into every cell of every one of Malrick's bodies. Soul and flesh fused, gene by gene.
"No more restrictions of realm," Malrick whispered. "Immortality achieved."
Immediately he linked to the Dark Dimension, drawing energy with full force. Dark energy, twisted and corrosive — the raw substance Dormammu harvested from doomed realms — billowed like storms. The Rege Duo Clone purified each drop with light energy before it entered Malrick's body.
Though dangerous in any normal context — enough to destroy human life — the energy was absorbed cleanly, assimilated into his essence. His other bodies and the Clone all glowed with renewed power.
He had already mastered the Laws of the Six Infinity Stones.
He did not stop there. Fueled by the Dark Dimension's power, Malrick pushed past Immortality. He bypassed intermediate thresholds and became what the system called a Law Master.
The spatial crack between this dimension and the Dark Dimension tore open, stretching light-years wide. A waterfall of dark energy poured out. Malrick stood at its base, arms raised, absorbing every drop.
In the distant void, Dormammu knelt by the rift, anguish and rage burning those purple flames on his head. "No! Everything belongs to me!" he roared, helpless.
He had no leverage. The flood of energy draining from his domain was unstoppable.
He begged, pleaded — but Malrick didn't listen. He increased absorption.
Behind him, the dimension's inhabitants — weak Skyfather-level beings — watched in horror. Some approached out of curiosity, but once they touched the corrupt energy, their minds shattered.
Then a woman in a purple battle suit and helmet flew near. She seemed unfazed by the energy, but after a few moments withdrew in disgust and retreated.
Dormammu's despair turned into bitter envy. He realized the dimension and its energy were slipping away. That entire realm — once promised to him — was lost forever.
"You robbed me," Dormammu whispered, voice twisted by fury. The purple flames on his head flickered black.
With that he vanished, retreating into the Dark Dimension alone.
Time passed. For a full month, Malrick continued absorbing energy, until his energy pool saturated.
"I've absorbed energy equal to hundreds of spiral galaxies," he said calmly, standing amid the Void Land. His former World-Master status was gone, replaced by Law Master power.
He contemplated pushing further — perhaps four more major breakthroughs to reach Chaos Master. But he hesitated. Solidifying his genes further while still within this universe could close the door to higher transformations.
For now he would remain a Law Master, strengthening under the cosmos. His Kryptonian genes had grown, but the perfect form was still far away.
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