American comic book: Absolute Spider-Man

Chapter 99 The Supreme Sorcerer's Creation!

The Palace of Nightmare is built at the intersection of the dreams of countless sleepers; every brick is a dream that has been drained dry, and every pillar is a severed line of memory.

He sat on his throne, holding a glass of red wine made from concentrated fear, enjoying a human nightmare.

Then his palace cracked open, and suddenly a hole appeared in the ceiling.

Debris fell from his head and landed on his new robe, which he had just changed into and which was woven from nightmares.

The aura of white magic wafted over, much to the delight of the dream demon.

Is he the new Supreme Master?

The news that the previous Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One, had fled has already spread among the dimensional demons and celestial spirits.

A large group of victims who were owed money discussed how to recover their debts, but ultimately nothing came of it.

Because the Ancient One's soul has already gone to the eternal gods, which is not something they, with their meager strength, can afford to offend.

As for going to Vishanti to collect the debt?

If someone has that kind of ability, why would they care about the few coins that Gu Yi owes?

The Nightmare was struggling with his mess and didn't know who to turn to, but he never expected that the newly appointed Sorcerer Supreme would be so bold as to dare to invade his dream dimension.

Although he wasn't the strongest dimensional demon god, he wasn't someone a supreme mage could easily mess with.

The nightmare transformed into a wisp of green smoke, carrying extreme malice, and slipped out through the hole in the ceiling.

On the top of the palace, he saw two people radiating white magical flames.

Just as the Nightmare Demon was about to use the fear extracted from the depths of human nightmares to teach this arrogant new Sorcerer Supreme what it meant to be entangled in nightmares, he saw the white magical flames on one of them disappear.

The cold, lifeless aura of the living abyss was no longer concealed, erupting without reservation in the dream dimension.

The oppressive aura of the black-clad emperor swept over the area like a tidal wave. Under the pressure of the black-clad emperor's status, the dream realm teetered on the brink of collapse, and cracks began to appear in the dimensional barriers.

Peter drew the Black Blade from the void and slowly walked toward the Nightmare.

Under the oppressive power of the black-clad emperor, the nightmare transformed back into human form and knelt tremblingly before Peter.

"The Black-Clad Emperor—"

Before the nightmare could finish speaking, Peter walked up to him and withdrew his oppressive aura.

He gripped the Black Death Sword in one hand and placed the other on the Nightmare's shoulder, squatted down in front of the Nightmare, and said affectionately, "Just call me the Supreme Mage, 'Black-Clad Emperor' is too formal."

The Nightmare glanced at the Black Death Sword, mimicking the scenes from the nightmares he had devoured, and swallowed hard—if he had any saliva at all.

"Supreme Master, what brings you to my humble abode?" The nightmare demon raised its head and asked Peter cautiously.

Peter grinned, hissed, and said with feigned difficulty, "Nightmare, you know how difficult life is in Kamar-Taj."

With so many demons, monsters, and celestial spirits in the universe eyeing Earth, the Vishanti's support is simply not enough; they have to divide it in two.

Life is tough these days.

As Peter spoke, he rubbed his hands together like an old farmer, a look of embarrassment on his face.

Hearing Peter's words, the nightmare breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought the Sorcerer Supreme, appearing in his black-clad emperor form, was going to kill him and then find a sorcerer to inherit his Dream Dimension.

Fortunately, they were only there to make money, not to kill.

The Dream Demon straightened up and said indignantly, "How outrageous! Those guys are really ungrateful, daring to make things difficult for you, the Supreme Mage. Unlike me, who's just an honest, dreamy otaku."

Peter patted Nightmare on the shoulder, not exposing him as a dishonest opportunist.

At most, he could only scare the nightmare demon with his black-clad emperor form; he couldn't possibly kill him with the Black Death Sword.

He didn't want to be stuck on the throne.

Peter nodded: "That would be best, but maintaining the safety of Earth's dimension is an inescapable responsibility for everyone, so—"

The nightmare demon desperately wanted to tell the Sorcerer Supreme that he was not human, but merely one of the personifications of the rules of dreams and fear.

But he wisely refrained from saying that. Instead, he patted his chest and declared confidently, "That's a given. It's my duty to contribute to the Earth dimension."

Peter pulled a scroll from his pocket and unfurled it in front of the nightmare: "In that case, contribute your share to world peace."

The nightmare took the scroll, his gaze sweeping over the words formed by the power of order originating from Vishanti, each one burning his pupils.

"Article 1: Nightmares shall, from this day forward, pay the Sorcerer Supreme one-fifth of the core power of their domain every hundred years, in the form of pure dream energy."

"Article Two: When nightmares are invaded in the Earth dimension, they must unconditionally provide power to the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj until the crisis has passed."

Article 3: No Dream Lord may interfere in the affairs of the Sorcerer Supreme and his allies in any way.

"The fourth one," the nightmare demon's voice was a little dry, "is there a fourth one?"

Peter pointed to the bottom of the scroll: "Take a look."

The nightmare looked down. The fourth rule read—"Those who violate this rule without authorization will have their domain reclaimed by the Vishanti, and their existence will be erased from all dimensions. Without a trace, without a memory."

"Leave no trace—unbearable memories—" The nightmare demon repeated twice, its voice growing softer and softer.

Wang walked up to the nightmare and said fiercely, "Vishan Emperor is bound by the rules and cannot attack you, but it will be a different story if you break the rules voluntarily."

The nightmare stared at the contract that only demanded and offered no return, and remained silent for a long time.

This is blatant oppression and outright discrimination. If he signs this contract, not only will his primal power be continuously drained, but he will also become a dog that Kamar-Taj can summon and dismiss at will.

"What's wrong? Do you feel something's wrong?" Peter's voice rang in the nightmare's ear.

The nightmare looked in the direction of the sound and saw Peter examining the Black Death Sword in his hand, his fingers tracing the blade: "This Black Death Sword is just too Black Death Sword."

The nightmare shed tears of humiliation: "No problem, of course no problem, I'll sign it right away."

The nightmare branded its essence onto the paper of the contract.

He sensed that the power of order above the contract was deeply bound to the source of his own power.

If he violates the contract, the Vishanti's power of order will completely erase his existence.

Peter rolled up the scroll, patted the nightmare on the shoulder with a light touch, and said, "Not bad, I see your determination and sincerity in protecting the Earth."

After Peter finished speaking, Wang opened the portal, and the two of them walked into the portal together, leaving the Dream Dimension.

Once the portal had completely closed, the nightmare's furious roar echoed throughout the dream dimension: "Sorcerer Supreme of Construction!"

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