American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

“Let him stop. A living Darkseid might be better than a dead one.” Stephen, noticing the giant's next attack was brewing, quickly said to Becky, who was watching with great interest.

Becky gave him a displeased glare, her body flickering as she appeared in the area between the giant and Darkseid. With Becky as the center, an invisible spatial barrier appeared, and the giant's inevitable attack was stretched and extended into an endless distance by this spatial layer.

Stephen, on the other hand, opened his portal and quickly placed five black boxes on Darkseid's limbs and neck. The black boxes, upon contact with Darkseid's skin, immediately expanded into five black rings, locking his limbs and neck.

Inhibition Rings.

The same things that Thor put on the surrendered Steppenwolf. Judging from Steppenwolf's successful power suppression, the Inhibition Rings are effective against the physiology and power of the New Gods.

But to be safe, Stephen used five in a row. He even used magic to try to prevent Darkseid from using the Omega Effect and the Anti-Life Equation.

Darkseid, now regaining consciousness, saw Stephen's actions, but he could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything. The damage his body had suffered from those two attacks was too severe, even greater than some black holes could inflict. It almost completely destroyed his body and twisted and overwhelmed his consciousness, turning him into an idiot.

“Who are you?” Darkseid, regaining a bit of control over his body, sensed his weakness and slow recovery, and asked with difficulty. He didn't want to fail without knowing who he had lost to.

“Maybe, debt collectors?” Stephen replied with some dark humor.

“I don't remember having any debt issues with you,” Darkseid said calmly, giving his response after a moment of careful consideration.

“You set your sights on a certain power on that planet and wanted to forcibly seize a dimensional world with an owner, didn't you?” Stephen said, not forgetting to carefully check the power and effectiveness of the Inhibition Rings, troubleshooting and confirming as he spoke.

“That dimension, like the shadow of the universe?” Darkseid guessed, suddenly understanding.

“Accurately speaking, we call it the Data Dimension.” Stephen finished his inspection and breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't relax. Although Darkseid's problem had been solved, another problem was imminent.

Apokolips!

Or rather, Apokolips after being corrupted by the Abyss.

Fortunately, he had made the necessary preparations before coming, and he could complete the process without any mistakes even with his eyes closed. The only thing to consider was the number of steps, the length of time, and the amount of energy required.

An entire vast planet. If he wanted to be safe, the entire star system would need to be sealed off. This was not a small project.

At this moment, Apokolips had already been half-corrupted and blackened. The mighty black torrent had swept across half of Apokolips like a world-destroying flood. If it was delayed any longer, the tentacles of the Abyss's will would give this planet 'vitality'.

A planet corrupted by the Abyss with a thinking will and a planet corrupted by the Abyss without a will are two different levels of trouble to deal with. For example, in the Dark Dimension area, there was a part of the Abyss's will. Although it was dealt with in time and sealed tightly, Dormammu was constantly thinking about cutting off this heavily polluted part.

But the Abyss's will was like cancer, and even after trying every means to cut it off, it was only a temporary solution. It would still stubbornly draw on the power of the Dark Dimension and grow again. The technology Luke provided only prevented the expansion of the Abyss Dimension and the further pollution of the Dark Dimension.

Otherwise, Dormammu might have to consider abandoning the rule of the Dark Dimension before it was polluted onto himself. After all, the Dark Dimension itself was something he had taken over. If there was a dimensional world comparable to the Dark Dimension in terms of energy level and scale, then Dormammu would be willing to compete for it again.

But strictly speaking, the Dark Dimension was already a powerful and rare dimensional world. Dimensional worlds of this level had generally been found and had owners. So this idea was just the best outcome Dormammu could imagine.

However, the development of the world of Azeroth stirred up some waves in Dormammu's heart. After carefully studying and verifying all the information he had collected about the world of Azeroth, Dormammu hurriedly proposed at the meeting to increase troops, invest resources, and take that world as soon as possible.

He discovered that the Shadowlands there were very suitable for his choice. Although it was still far from the Dark Dimension, which had swallowed many worlds and universes over a long period of time, it was clean! A body that needed to be 'medicated' and treated all the time to maintain a cancer, a new body that was healthy and had extremely high potential. Everyone knew which one to choose!

What was even better was that the power attributes of the two were similar, and after switching over, he wouldn't have to spend time re-adapting. When the power of the Dark Dimension was transferred to the Shadowlands, allowing it to swallow some, the lost power could be replenished to some extent. At worst, he could package and mortgage the Dark Dimension, or simply sell it to the energy bank, and exchange it for some clean psionic energy to quickly replenish his lost energy.

But what annoyed Dormammu was that he wasn't the only one eyeing the Shadowlands, there was also that old guy Mephisto. Dormammu had to sign an agreement with Mephisto that if he could gain control of the Shadowlands, then he could cede some of the authority and power of the Dark Dimension to Mephisto in exchange for his support.

In other words, before he had completely controlled the Shadowlands, Dormammu had already had to start cutting up his Dark Dimension to gain the support of the people at the energy bank and prevent them from causing trouble.

Just as Stephen finished preparing the ritual and began to cut off the flow of the Abyss's power, two marks of power suddenly appeared on Darkseid's brow and chest. Unexpectedly and in full view, the two powers turned into two beams of light and fled into the depths of the universe.

“That's the Omega Effect and the Anti-Life Equation?”

Seeing the two power mark patterns crashing into the barrier like headless flies, constantly jumping back and forth, probing the gaps and weak points of the restrictions, Stephen was a little stunned. He didn't expect these two powers to automatically detach from Darkseid's body and escape like conscious beings.

“They just want to find a new master for themselves.” Darkseid also saw this scene, and still in a weakened state, he said with a complex expression. Both powers were plundered from elsewhere, and now he had an unprecedented sense of failure.

PS: A bit of writer's block…