Malrick stood silently in the void, eyes fixed on the distant depths of the dimension before him. He spoke softly to himself, "To advance further, I must transform my inner World into a miniature Universe. But I cannot do that until I have a God Realm."
His gaze sharpened.
"The next step is clear. I will convert the World within me into a God Realm."
Though his Superman-form body had once benefited from solar power, even that boost could no longer compare with what he had just achieved. After consecutively breaking through to Law Master, his strength had soared. With Super Vision active, he could observe events millions of light-years away. Within that range, if he manipulated universal laws, he could annihilate all matter — a level comparable to a top-tier Skyfather in the Marvel Universe.
He scanned across millions of light-years, but saw nothing but scattered star systems and irregular cosmic structures. No threats, no civilizations, no signs of life.
Still, he would not rely solely on his main body.
He commanded the Rege Duo Clone to depart from his inner World. Immediately, Ultraman psychic power radiated outward, sweeping across the dimension — its breadth spanning ten trillion light-years.
Finally, in a remote, faint corner of this vast dimension, the Clone's senses detected a strange, incomprehensible sphere of light.
"Dimensional Core, located."
In an instant, the Clone transformed into a beam of light and zipped to the Core, bringing Malrick's main consciousness along.
He studied the glowing sphere. It pulsed with high-density dimensional data — raw authority of the dimension itself.
"These lights are the outward expression of dimensional authority," he observed.
A few moments later, he nodded decisively.
"This cannot remain here, hidden at such a remote edge. I will relocate it to the dimension's center."
He wrapped the Dimensional Core in a prison of light and shifted it telekinetically to the center of the dimensional world.
If he wished, he could have bound his soul to the core and instantly become a Dimensional Master — a Dimensional Demon God, similar to those in the lore. In several stories, entities like Dormammu had gained sovereignty by claiming their dimension's core.
But Malrick knew the risks. Binding one's soul to a core might erode individuality, or expose the dimension to seizure by stronger beings if one's control weakened. Instead, Malrick chose a different path.
He planned to transplant the Core into his World — using it to seed his God Realm. Thus, the dimension's authority would be tied to his World, making him its true Master.
Standing in the void, just above a forming galaxy of countless stars, he raised his arms. Vast dimensional energy began to flow — waves and streams of raw cosmic power surged inward.
The Dimensional Core floated before him. From within his body, World Power erupted, enveloping the Core with invisible force, sealing off a region 0.1 light-years in diameter — the initial radius of his inner World.
A phantom projection solidified inside the sealed void. Slowly, the dim Core grew ethereal, merging into this newly forming space.
Within moments, the old World within him vanished. In its place stood a true God Realm, a living, breathing dimension, rooted around the Core.
He exhaled quietly, exhilaration coursing through him.
"The God Realm is complete."
Though only one-tenth of a light-year across, this realm was a seed of boundless potential. The Dimensional Core now anchored its authority. All laws, all matter within, answered to him. Malrick had become Master of this large dimension.
As he floated in the void, power resonated within him. First subtle. Then broadening. Eventually, the entire dimension — trillions of light-years across — responded to his will. He could mobilize all energy, shape physical laws — his control was absolute.
He clenched his fist toward the void. Instantly, a distant region hundreds of millions of light-years away collapsed into a black hole.
"At this level," he thought with satisfaction, "I already rank among single-entity cosmic beings — albeit a weaker one."
Yet, the exhilaration faded quickly.
Because the blessing of a dimension was only effective within itself. Outside, it offered nothing more than energy for endurance. And Malrick could draw far greater energy from the Dark Dimension whenever needed.
Even with this God Realm, his main body remained weaker than the Rege Duo Clone.
He sighed quietly.
"When I first conceived of becoming a Dimensional Master, I thought this would mark a monumental shift. But now… it feels like a mere trinket."
Still, possessing it was better than nothing. He named the dimension: God Realm Dimension.
A spark of inspiration struck.
"If rules can be set by the Master of a dimension, then perhaps I can embed within it the structure of a true Universe. If so, the Six Infinity Stones may regain their full power here."
Without hesitation, he began reshaping the God Realm. As its sovereign, he commanded the dimension's rule-set. First, he embedded time — the Time Rule took hold instantly, granting the dimension a proper temporal flow.
Then: space, reality, mind, power, soul — one by one.
Once all six rules were in place, the God Realm Dimension felt indistinguishable from reality itself.
Malrick equipped the six Infinity Stones into his battle suit and activated them. The power he commands now was almost as strong as it had been in the multiverse outside.
The dimension trembled violently. Widespread chaotic energy from the Realm of Split surged inward. His consciousness perceived every molecular and energetic shift.
"My dimension is expanding… wait, is it becoming a full-fledged Universe? Perhaps the framework of the Six-Gem Rules triggers cosmic genesis."
He felt no shock — only calm confirmation. Under the Starry Sky system, once Chaos Master is reached, one can form a Universe. The next step, God King realm, allows creation of entire, self-sustaining Universes.
Now, by imbuing the God Realm with the six foundational laws, he had recreated a proto-Universe.
"Perhaps among the endless dimensions of the Realm of Split, I will stand alone — not merely a dimension, but a Universe."
He watched the changes unfold, satisfied. He gauged the transformation would take a few months. Until then, he could attend to other matters.
He descended toward the continent suspended inside his God Realm — the ancient fragment of his original world. Mountains, plains, seas of clone-blood, forests, creatures spawned from Starry Sky experiments, mutated life — all remained intact. The Time Fortress still stood at its center.
At its base, the Black Light Clone remained amidst a writhing mass of virus-clones — the remains from his earlier inheritance steps. Equipment lay scattered nearby.
He observed the relics left behind by "Zhou," the Beast God who once inhabited the fortress.
Time God Armor — a supreme relic capable of reducing attacks that could destroy millions of light-years to one-tenth strength. Protected, but limited. For his current power, insufficient.
Time Claw Gauntlets — a potent offensive relic that amplifies attacks using Starry Sky secret laws. Now redundant.
Beast God Pearl — a soul-relay relic protecting against spiritual attacks. Useful still.
The Time Fortress itself — a supreme treasure palace merging defense, flight, and suppression capabilities. Useful to him.
He gathered all relics, and his main body donned them. Moments later he stood in a white-gold battle suit, a small fortress suspended at his waist.
"Next time Dormammu comes, I'll trap him in this fortress and keep him from returning to the Dark Dimension," Malrick said clearly amused, lips curving into a cruel smile. He predicted that day would not be far. Dormammu's departure had likely been to regroup — the fiery hue on his head had hinted at it. He had waited a month — yet no return, no reinforcements.
Malrick felt unperturbed.
He hovered in space, gazing at the growing God Realm below.
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