"Mr. Peter, are you sure this is actually feasible?"
Ancient One's brows furrowed deeply, feeling that no matter how she thought about it, this whole thing seemed unreliable.
"Not to mention whether you can truly replicate Dormammu's Faltine bloodline, even if you could reach that level, trying to contend with him for the dark energy wouldn't be an easy task, would it?
The erosion of personal willpower by dark energy is terrifyingly potent. What if an accident happens during this process?
Not only will we become completely defenseless before Dormammu, but I fear Earth itself will face total annihilation by then.
After all, once our protection is lost, everyone else on Earth will likely be unable to resist Dormammu's invasion."
Upon hearing Ancient One say this, not to mention Gwen, even Hela's expression became quite serious:
"That makes sense, Peter. Are you sure you can really succeed in devouring Dormammu?
Nowadays, Earth's Underworld is directly connected to Asgard. If this attempt fails, never mind Earth, I fear even Asgard will be devoured by Dormammu.
By then, that monster might truly be able to rule the entire Universe."
Facing the concerns of Hela and Ancient One, Peter chose to let facts speak louder than words.
He raised his hand, aiming the Omnitrix at the bewildered Clea before him, and information immediately appeared on the device:
[ Alien life form detected — Faltine ]
[ Alien life form detected — Umar Royal Family ]
[ Commencing collection... 10% ... 30% ... 70% ... ]
[ Genetic collection complete! ]
About three minutes later, the Omnitrix indicated that the genetic collection was complete. Without any hesitation, Peter immediately slapped the Omnitrix on his wrist, instantly transforming into his Faltine form.
With this action, his original human body rapidly changed.
It soon turned into a semi-transparent energy form.
Parts of his body gradually vanished, replaced by an oversized head floating in mid-air, with flames resembling skin burning around the entire head.
"Oh my god!" Clea couldn't help but exclaim:
"You've become exactly like Dormammu now!"
"It's not just the appearance that's the same."
Peter said, gently turning the dial of the Omnitrix again.
With this movement, Peter, who had been reduced to just a large head, gradually manifested a humanoid body once more.
Only his head maintained its flame form, which made him look somewhat like Ghost Rider.
As Peter switched his body to a form identical to Clea's—50% Faltine + 50% Umar Royal Family—an incredible scene unfolded.
First, Clea felt a powerful attraction; it felt as if they were a match made in heaven.
This feeling was somewhat like the pheromone attraction Peter had toward Spider Web in the comics.
Clea couldn't help but reach out to touch Peter's cheek, then uncontrollably kissed him.
Seeing Clea just go for it without a word, Gwen and Hela exchanged glances, both feeling a bit of green on their heads...
Hela, with her explosive temper, couldn't help but yank Clea away:
"Hey, behave yourself. He isn't your possession."
Forced out of that infatuated state, Clea couldn't help but feel angry. Just as she was about to throw a tantrum like the young miss she was, the next second, Peter's body across from her changed again.
A ring of purple flames had somehow floated above Peter's head, resting steadily like a crown atop him.
"This is..."
The moment she saw this crown of flames, Clea froze, and then her voice trembled with excitement:
"The Flames of Rule! You actually obtained the recognition of the Flames of Rule!"
"Huh? What the heck is that?" everyone asked, looking bewildered.
"Simply put, this is a unique flame that the Umar Royal Family can control, and it is the proof of the Lord of the Dimension!"
Clea said excitedly:
"This flame is both a crown and a key. With it, all the denizens of the Dark Dimension will spontaneously honor you as their King, no longer under Dormammu's coercion.
More importantly, with the Flames of Rule, you will gain control over the dark energy! Its mere existence is enough to make Dormammu unable to freely manipulate the dark energy!"
After hearing Clea's explanation, whether it was Gwen, Ancient One, or Hela, they all wore expressions of shock, looking at Peter in disbelief, their eyes filled with the incredulity of, "Dude, you just freeloaded your way into controlling dark energy?"
Compared to the shocked Ancient One and the others, Peter appeared quite calm.
After all, the Omnitrix's selection mechanism is right there.
The Omnitrix was designed from the start to be considered the Noah's Ark of all life in the Universe!
Those who could board the Noah's Ark were undoubtedly the most outstanding individuals of each race.
After all, only these most outstanding individuals could shoulder the heavy responsibility of propagating their entire race after a cataclysm.
It is precisely because of this that any gene extracted and replicated by the Omnitrix will definitely be the most outstanding and excellent individual of that race.
In other words, Peter is now the most outstanding and excellent Umar Royal Family member and Faltine orthodox ruler.
As the most outstanding King, obtaining the recognition of the entire dimension is naturally a matter of course.
If Clea's father were still alive, the Flames of Rule might not have made a decision so quickly.
But the current ruler of the Dark Dimension, Dormammu, is merely a usurper who seized power through force and forcibly merged with the Dark Dimension.
By comparison, the Flames of Rule would naturally choose the "more orthodox" Peter!
Thinking of this, Peter clapped his hands with an expression of "it's just basic operations, don't make a fuss," and then said:
"Alright ladies, save the flattery for later. I think our top priority now is to let the denizens of the Dark Dimension see the crown on my head.
And then... take them all to go kick Dormammu's ass!"
...
Following Peter's order, the group once again embarked on the journey toward the royal city to challenge Dormammu.
However, this time, the situation was not as dire as it had been when they arrived, requiring Hela to wave dark forbidden spells to clear the path ahead.
Just as Clea had previously explained, the Flames of Rule were synonymous with royal authority to the natives of the Dark Dimension; this was an instinctive reaction engraved in their DNA.
When Peter appeared before these natives again, the once ferocious-looking natives were stunned at first, and then, in a unified motion, they knelt before Peter.
Peter didn't need to offer any explanation, nor did he need to issue any orders.
Peter only needed to move forward, and these people would spontaneously pick up their weapons and follow.
But this obviously couldn't satisfy the small vanity of Clea, a young girl. The young girl then acted as Peter's loudspeaker, recounting like a bard how Peter was a hero who descended from the heavens.
He was the heaven-sent, natural King destined to help all the denizens of the dimension overthrow Dormammu!
After her promotion, morale skyrocketed. The natives spread the word from one to ten, and ten to a hundred. Before Peter even reached the royal city, an army of tens of thousands had already gathered behind him!
*******************************
Enjoyed the action? Drop a review, fire off a comment, and send those Power Stones rolling! Your support keeps the updates coming fast—let's keep the momentum going! 🔥