In American comics, drawing cards reveals wave-particle duality

Any creature that meets its gaze will instantly lose its mind, as if its entire soul has been dragged into an eternal nightmare.

There was a suffocating sense of oppression in the air, and even the light became distorted in its presence.

Countless hideous faces seemed to be hidden in the cast shadows, gazing at the world with a morbid eagerness.

"interesting……"

"You want to learn Dormammu, right?"

But the next second, Jonathan couldn't laugh anymore.

The soul of the "beast" began to expand, not in physical space, but spread on the conceptual level.

Its presence begins to erode reality itself, like ink spreading across white paper.

Jonathan could even clearly feel that the realm of fear he had worked so hard to construct was being assimilated by this power.

Not only the physical realm, but even the concept of fear on which he depended was being polluted.

"Fuck...do you have to be so overbearing?"

There was a hint of disbelief in Jonathan's voice, but it was not entirely out of fear, there was also a kind of morbid excitement.

"A low-level demon from the Lord of Hell... I want to see what level of water you are now?"

Thinking of this, he began to mobilize all his fear energy to make his existence more abstract.

The next second, his body dissipated, his consciousness spread, and he transformed himself into pure concept.

The emotion of fear was madly wrapped up under his control, and once again turned into the abstract concept of "fear" itself.

However, compared with the "beast", the concept of Jonathan seems a little small.

"Boom!"

Two concepts collide in the void.

The concept of fear is like a sharp blade, cutting into the essence of chaos.

Space is constantly torn apart under this confrontation.

Reality is like shattered glass, with countless parallel worlds reflected in the fragments.

The flow of time becomes disordered, with the past and the future repeatedly intersecting at the collision point.

Jonathan compressed his essence into a conceptual singularity.

In this state, he could feel every detail of the "beast".

But he discovered that the actual "beast" was a contradictory and chaotic conceptual consciousness.

There is no fixed thinking, but simply relies on each split "personality" to carry out its own activities.

"I see... No wonder you like to live in your own space...

These chaotic consciousnesses of yours have no definition at all. Once released, they will just slaughter people without thinking..."

Jonathan's consciousness vibrated at a conceptual level.

"When you're happy, you even take a bite of your friends... No wonder even hell can't tolerate you."

The conceptual singularity suddenly erupted.

Jonathan's fear energy turned into countless dimensional blades, cutting towards the "beast's" soul from all time and space.

The soul exploded in the void, turning into countless tiny fragments, but those fragments did not dissipate.

They hovered and vibrated in the air, as if pulled by some invisible gravity.

The broken tissue began to wriggle, and dense black blood vessels emerged on the surface, pulsating in the void.

Translucent tentacles grew from the edges of the fragments, entangled and tore at each other, and reconnected in a way that went against nature.

A putrid purple liquid oozed out from the joints, but was quickly absorbed back into the "beast's" body.

As the reorganization progressed, the twisted limbs began to twitch and stretch, making a teeth-grinding sound of bone reorganization.

Those tissues that resemble both eyes and organs are rearranged to construct a whole out of nothingness that defies the laws of geometry.

"Shit... it has the ability to heal itself?"

Jonathan tried several times, but the opponent would still be resurrected, and even the intensity of his attacks did not change at all. After reorganization, he would still pounce on him as if he had seen his "first love".

"Grass is a plant..."

At this time, Jonathan finally understood how Dormammu felt when Doctor Strange used the Time Stone to mess with his mentality.

What a shameless person...

However, at this moment, a sharp pain suddenly burst out from the depths of Jonathan's soul.

The curse that was previously imprinted into the essence of his existence by the dimensional demon suddenly awakened and began to wriggle like a sleeping giant snake.

The lines of the curse emerged on the surface of his soul, and the twisted runes emitted a sickly glow, like elongated faces screaming silently.

But what frightened him even more was the strange and bizarre relationship between the curse and the "beast".

Two forces that are difficult to define intertwine in the void, like two poisonous snakes entangled with each other, emitting waves that distort reality.

At this time, the "beast"'s soul did sense this fluctuation. Its movements showed obvious hesitation, and its twisted organs began to tremble violently.

It was an instinctive fear reaction.

"Oh? So that's what you're afraid of?"

A flash of inspiration.

Jonathan's mouth curled up into a Homelander smile.

He began to mobilize the curse in his body, allowing the aura of laws from the dimensional demon to slowly seep out.

Black curse threads emerged from Jonathan's body, weaving into a polluting silk web in the air and flying towards the soul of the "beast".

The beast's soul seemed to sense the threat, and its amorphous body began to tremble violently.

Chaotic energy rolled in the air, trying to stay away from those thin lines.

But how could Jonathan give it a chance to escape?

The power of fear turned into countless sharp threads, binding the beast's soul in place.

These threads are not directed at physical form, but act directly on the essence of existence.

They fixed the concept of "beast" in this space, preventing it from escaping into higher dimensions.

Jonathan began his plan.

Under his control, the power of the curse turned into fine rain, silently seeping into the essence of the "beast".

These curses began to multiply like a virus, leaving the mark of the dimensional demon in the existence of the "beast".

Every drop of cursed rain will leave an eternal coordinate in the concept of "beast", guiding a greedy being to cross the dimensional barrier.

The space began to tremble, and fine cracks appeared in the barrier of reality.

That was the shadow cast by a higher dimensional being, and the dimensional demon sensed the presence of its prey.

The "beast's" soul suddenly fell into unprecedented chaos.

It could feel the gaze of that powerful being, and that greedy look penetrated the barriers of dimensions and pointed directly to its origin.

What's even more terrifying is that these cursed forces are resonating with its essence, forming some kind of inter-dimensional beacon.

If I continue to stay here, not only will my split soul be devoured, but even the plane where my main body is located will be exposed to the perception of the dimensional demon.

That would be disastrous.

A sharp scream sounded in the void, it was a scream on the conceptual level.

The beast's soul struggled frantically, trying to break free from the curse.

The power of chaos exploded in the air, forming countless distorted shapes.

The forms defy all known laws of geometry and are enough to drive a mortal mad just to gaze upon them.

But this futile struggle will only accelerate the spread of the curse.

"There should be more of this..."