The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

"Reversal Magic."

Daimon whispered. This was something he had never heard of, but then he reverted to his fanatical state.

Who cares? As long as it works. Anyway, I've already signed my life away; it can't get much worse.

"That's right," Yang Le said slowly.

The magic Yang Le thought of was the most famous magic in the DC universe, Reversal Magic, and its user was also the most famous and sexiest magician in the DC universe—Zatanna.

The setting of Reversal Magic is very simple: as long as you reverse the language, you can generate power that affects reality. It can be said to be simple and easy to use. Yang Le doesn't know who came up with this setting, but he is definitely a genius.

And Yang Le, who is afraid of trouble, naturally accepted it with a smile.

"Based on the power I bestowed upon you—Celestial Energy—reverse the words, and then use Celestial Energy to empower them, and you can cast powerful spells that can affect reality."

"That sounds very simple," Daimon was stunned after hearing this.

"Power is a very simple thing," Yang Le added to the setting, deepening its credibility.

"In this infinite universe, all the rules are set by the strong. Not to mention simple things like Reversal Magic, as long as you have the strength, even learning to bark like a dog can give you great power."

'That's right,' Daimon nodded in agreement.

If it were an ordinary person, they wouldn't be so easily fooled, but a character like Daimon who is obsessed with power can naturally accept the theory that the strong are everything.

Feeling Daimon's inner agreement with what he said, Yang Le knew it was time.

"Then what are you waiting for?" The flames around Yang Le suddenly soared, illuminating a space.

"Cast my magic and let me see if you are qualified to be my proxy!"

"Yes, sir!" Daimon stood up, feeling the power he had just obtained in his body. This energy was more powerful than any power he had ever absorbed.

Daimon mobilized the energy, his eyes glowed with purple light, and purple electricity kept emerging from his eyes. Finally, he spoke.

"Lightning Strike!"

As soon as Daimon finished speaking, a thick lightning bolt appeared out of thin air and struck the ground in front of him, splitting off a piece of the rock he was standing on.

What powerful magic! Daimon calculated the consumption of Celestial Energy in his body. If he only consumed his own Celestial Energy, he could only release that level of attack ten times, but if he used Yang Le's power, he wouldn't care even if he released it thousands of times.

Thinking of this, Daimon was ecstatic.

Yang Le was also ecstatic.

With Daimon's thunder, Reversal Magic was established in the Marvel world, just like giving birth to a child in the airspace of the United States, outrageous and reasonable.

With such a precedent, Yang Le could operate a bit and build a complete system, then Reversal Magic would be a proper Marvel universe power.

As for how to improve it? Of course, bind Reversal Magic to Yang Le. In this way, Reversal Magic becomes Yang Le's exclusive power. Others cannot take it away or use it. To use it, you must obtain Yang Le's permission.

As for how to bind it, it's even simpler. The prerequisite for using Reversal Magic is Celestial Energy, and Yang Le is the only one in the entire Marvel universe who can generate Celestial Energy, so it's naturally easy to operate.

In this way, Yang Le gained the biggest harvest from this pretense, a complete magic system, and even he as a human can use it, but he doesn't have that much power. After all, he as a human doesn't have that much Celestial Energy reserves.

But there is no need to worry about this. As long as Yang Le separates a clone and keeps himself as a Demon God, he can borrow power from himself to use powerful magic.

Not only himself, but even Gwen can, depending on whether she is interested.

"Thank you, Master, for bestowing me with such power!" Daimon quickly knelt on the ground, thanking Yang Le for the gift.

"As long as you can make me happy, you can get more," Yang Le felt it was about time to end this show.

"Go, bring me fun."

Daimon just blinked, and the purple strange space disappeared. He returned to the New Warriors' base again.

Daimon quickly lowered his head to check himself and found that the armor was still on him, which relieved him. He flipped his hand again, and the chainsaw sword was once again in his hand.

This time, Daimon was completely relieved. Everything that happened before was not a dream. He finally obtained power far beyond that of other members of his race.

"Hahaha!"

Daimon couldn't help laughing out loud. When he finally laughed enough, he looked around again.

Looking at Kaine Parker, who was lying not far away, Daimon dismissed him. At this time, he had no interest in the Spider-Men.

"Speaking of which, I've been out for a long time," Daimon held the chainsaw sword in front of him, admiring this terrifying weapon.

"I miss home a bit. It's time to go back and see my 'family'."

Daimon's expression became more and more crazy, and Yang Le, who was peeking from the side, thought it was King Shark reborn.

"Fortunately, this person is my subordinate, otherwise I would be disgraced," Yang Le shook his head gently.

Daimon, who had turned into a madman, opened the portal and embarked on the road home, looking like he wanted to have some heartfelt words with his family.

Crossing through a vast expanse of white, Daimon returned to his home once again, the place that made him sick.

As soon as he came out of the portal, Daimon saw his closest brother, Jennix, standing in front of the portal, pacing anxiously. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw himself coming out.

"You're finally back, brother," Jennix approached Daimon, wanting to say something, but he was stunned when he saw the drastically changed Daimon.

"What's wrong, Jennix?" Daimon's expression was as usual, as if nothing was wrong.

"What else could it be?" Although Jennix felt strange, he still answered Daimon's question.

"The new body has been cultivated, but Sister Reina's soul hasn't returned yet. The totem mark on your body can't be found either. What exactly did you encounter?"

Looking at his anxious and fearful brother, Daimon's expression was as usual. He said unhurriedly.

"Oh, it's nothing, my brother. I just encountered a good thing, the best thing since I was born. I can't help but feel that I might have been born for this good thing."

Looking at the crazy Daimon, Jennix took a few steps back and asked tremblingly.

"W-what... is it... thing?"

After speaking, Jennix's head flew into the air, and blood spurted into the sky like a fountain. The armor that Daimon had just cleaned was once again covered in blood.

"I prefer to teach by doing rather than by words," Daimon gripped the roaring chainsaw sword, looking ferociously at Jennix's corpse, which fell powerlessly.

"Are you satisfied with my answer? Brother!"