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Chapter 239: The Prerequisites Are Met, Retreat and Upgrade!
🕑 Added 2025-05-19 16:12:23 +0000 UTCBefore Aaron could act, Satanish felt the raw, undisguised fury radiating from him.
For some reason, he felt a chill run through his entire being.
A looming sense of death hovered overhead.
Even the air around them seemed to condense.
It felt like death itself was about to descend at any second.
“We’re doomed!!”
That was the only thought that popped into Satanish’s mind.
Aaron vanished before his eyes.
Then, an irresistible force struck his body—suddenly, a gaping hole appeared in his chest!
Dormammu was also attacked.
But his situation was even more miserable.
As a priority target, Dormammu was sent flying back and forth multiple times in an instant. His head was even blasted clean off!
Even while recovering, Dormammu attempted to fight back.
But Aaron taught him, with his fists, what true despair meant.
No matter how he tried to defend or resist, Dormammu couldn’t last even a second under Aaron’s blows.
He was pummeled so relentlessly that he began to doubt the very meaning of his existence.
He never expected Aaron’s fists to be that devastating.
As the saying goes, "One overwhelming force can shatter 250,000 techniques."
Dormammu became the primary punching bag, while Satanish only got the occasional side hit.
Yet both were utterly humiliated and left powerless.
After that brutal beatdown—
Illyana, prompted at the right moment, used the Soul Blade in coordination with Dark Phoenix to weaken Dormammu’s connection to the dark dimension.
Sensing the attempt, Dormammu resisted even harder.
But Aaron’s barrage gave him no room to counter.
Satanish attempted to intervene.
However, Aaron instantly summoned a second self through Iv9’s materialization magic—
And invoked the Iron God’s might.
He gave Satanish a taste of Dormammu’s suffering.
Satanish went berserk.
He had always boasted about being the strongest, yet under Aaron’s assault, his confidence was utterly crushed.
He’d pushed his physical strength to the limit—
But still, he couldn’t stop him.
Couldn’t stop a thing!
He was overwhelmed by sheer brute force.
Crushed in the very domain he was best at.
That kind of defeat—was soul-shattering.
For a moment, Satanish lost the will to resist entirely.
With Satanish out of the picture, Dormammu had no time to counter the others’ actions.
He was helpless as Illyana severed his dimensional connection.
With no more interference, Illyana successfully weakened Dormammu’s grip over the realm.
At the same time, Aaron began devouring the dark dimension’s energy with furious intensity.
The tides had turned.
Seeing this, Satanish immediately abandoned Dormammu and escaped.
After getting shattered again, he fled back to the spiritual dimension.
Dormammu seethed in rage and despair—
But was powerless to stop anything.
Who knows how long it lasted—
Amid Dormammu’s helpless howls, most of his control over the dark dimension was lost.
At that moment, he understood: there was no hope of recovery.
Just before the final thread of connection was severed, he let out one last furious roar, used his residual control over the dimension—
And fled.
He leapt into the spatial rift—
Completely vanishing from the dark dimension.
Illyana and Dark Phoenix couldn’t react in time, nor could they stop him.
After all, if Dormammu was still in his own realm, and he wanted to run—
Even Aaron couldn’t necessarily hold him back.
Well… not impossible.
Aaron could have exiled him to his pocket universe—
And then destroyed him there.
But right now, he had more pressing priorities.
And judging by the situation, Satanish had likely fled too.
Such was the tragedy of the Dimensional Lords.
Normally, in their own realms, they reigned supreme—untouchable.
But once a powerful opponent invades—
If they can’t drive them out…
And are instead expelled themselves—
They lose their dimensional blessings, and their strength plummets.
They can run whenever they like, but their dimensions can’t.
Meanwhile—
As Dormammu lost control over the dark dimension—
Omar, imprisoned in the void by her brother, suddenly sensed the seals placed on her crumble on their own!
“I’m finally free!”
Omar was intoxicated by the sensation of freedom.
She had dreamed of this day for far too long.
“My dear brother… seems like you've run into trouble. As your little sister, it’s only right for me to lend a hand.”
Omar’s eyes burned with hatred for Dormammu.
During those endless days of imprisonment, even she—an immortal—had felt the crushing weight of isolation.
She was in the same situation Hela had once been in.
And now that she was free, her first instinct was vengeance.
She was going after Dormammu—
To seize the dark dimension—
And become the new Dark Queen.
That was her plan.
Following the pull of memory and resonance, Omar rushed toward the dark dimension.
She quickly reached the perimeter.
Staring at the once-familiar realm—
Her excitement was indescribable.
It felt like her throne was within reach.
But the moment she stepped into the dark dimension—
She froze.
The dark dimension—once bursting with infinite energy—was now transformed beyond recognition.
The once-rich realm was now frighteningly barren.
All she could see was vast emptiness.
As if some terrifying force had reduced everything to slag.
Was this really the mighty dark dimension of the split realm?
Apart from its immense size, it resembled one of the weakest miniature spaces owned by lesser Dimensional Lords.
Omar instinctively thought she had gone to the wrong place.
“No way… It must be a mistake! I came to the wrong place!”
She turned around, exited, shifted position, and re-entered the dark dimension.
Still no change.
Omar went silent.
She focused on sensing the Crown of Regency forming above her—a sign of the dark dimension’s recognition.
No doubt about it. This was the dark dimension.
The crown's flame was weak, barely flickering…
But it was real.
One hundred percent confirmation.
This was the dark dimension.
So what the hell happened?
The realm that once terrified all other Dimensional Lords—
Had become a cosmic landfill that even the weakest wouldn’t claim.
The Purple Dimension now flowed with far more power than this husk.
Omar’s hatred for Dormammu deepened.
No wonder the seal broke so easily—Dormammu’s realm was practically dead!
“Garbage! Absolute garbage!!”
Aaron and the others, having left the dark dimension, had no idea that Dormammu’s sister Omar had returned and inherited the wreckage.
But by then, the dimension was already on the verge of collapse from Aaron’s energy drain.
It had become a tasteless bone—worthless to keep, but annoying to throw away.
Aaron, meanwhile, had led the others to the spiritual dimension.
There, Satanish had already vanished without a trace.
He had also taken most of his followers—and no one knew where he had gone.
Perhaps he was off invading the territory of smaller Dimensional Lords, trying to rebuild.
Aaron didn’t care.
He opened the absorption gates without hesitation.
With the spiritual dimension masterless, the energy flowed smoothly into him.
And now, with the combined energy of three dimensions within him—
Aaron had met the prerequisites to advance his magic.
Rather than delay any longer, he took his companions back to the real universe—
To begin his next stage of cultivation.
