The afternoon sunlight over Westview felt heavy, casting long, sharply defined shadows that sliced the window frames of Anthony’s house into golden geometric patterns.

Wanda reclined in a soft sofa, both hands gently supporting her astonishingly large belly.

In the few minutes Levi had spent in the kitchen pouring water, the second button on her floral maternity dress had finally surrendered to yet another expansion of her abdomen.

She lowered her head and gazed at the warm rise and fall of her stomach, her expression peaceful. Every movement from the life growing within sent faint crimson ripples through the air. The outlines of furniture and walls blurred for an instant before snapping back into place.

Levi emerged from the kitchen wearing an apron, his steps steady, carrying a plate of sliced fruit.

With every step he took, the wooden floor beneath him emitted a faint hum, like the resonance of a tuning fork. This wasn’t simple physical contact. His laws were replacing and overwriting the logic of this false dimension from its most fundamental level.

Westview had originally been a fragile dream woven from Wanda’s Chaos Magic.

Now, as Levi’s influence spread, everything here was being granted true substance.

The weight of every speck of dust.

The path of every breeze.

All of it was beginning to obey unquestionable physical laws.

Wanda accepted a slice of apple and took a bite, sweet juice filling her mouth.

"Honey, he’s especially energetic today."

She smiled.

"When he kicked me earlier, I felt like the entire house shook."

Levi sat beside her and rested a broad hand atop the dome of life beneath her dress.

The baby responded with a cheerful pulse, as though greeting his father.

"If the little one is in such a good mood, then let’s invite the neighbors over tonight."

Levi smiled.

"I already spoke with Agnes. And Dennis the mailman. They’ll be coming for dinner."

Wanda blinked in surprise.

"Dinner? Then I should start preparing—"

"Stay seated."

Levi pressed a hand against her shoulder.

His tone allowed no argument.

"Tonight, I’ll handle everything."

Deep within his eyes, a cold killing intent flashed like a distant star.

Celebrating new life was the perfect excuse.

Some flies that had smelled blood and hidden themselves in the shadows needed to be swatted all at once.

Outside, the bell of the clock tower rang softly.

Dennis rode his battered bicycle in stiff circles around the corner, moving like a wind-up doll.

In a nearby garden, Agnes viciously snipped through a blooming red rose with a rusted pair of shears while humming an off-key, unsettling tune.

Neither guest had any idea what kind of banquet awaited them.

---

The doorbell rang precisely at sunset.

Agnes wore a dark-purple velvet dress and carried a beautifully wrapped but somewhat aged box of chocolates.

Her face was covered with exaggerated smiles.

Behind her stood Dennis in a wrinkled shirt, planted in the doorway like a wooden post. His eyes were vacant and sweat covered his forehead.

"Oh, my dear Wanda!"

Agnes spread her arms wide the moment she entered.

Yet her gaze darted repeatedly toward Wanda’s pregnant belly.

"Just look at this cozy home! You’re absolutely radiant. I bet this child is going to bring miracles to Westview!"

Wanda welcomed them into the dining room with a smile.

Levi emerged from the kitchen carrying a steaming pot of borscht and nodded politely.

"Please sit."

"There’s quite a feast tonight."

"Especially the blueberry pie. I added a little something extra."

Dennis sat down stiffly, unable to stop himself from trembling.

Through Levi’s senses, the fragment of the Anti-Life Equation within the mailman was becoming increasingly unstable from its proximity to the singularity growing inside Wanda.

The aura of ultimate nothingness was nearly bursting through its human shell.

Agnes, meanwhile, appeared much calmer.

While Wanda turned away to retrieve napkins, Agnes concealed one hand beneath the tablecloth and rapidly formed a spell seal.

A strand of dark-purple energy, deeper than night itself, slipped silently into the blueberry pie.

It was power drawn from the Darkhold.

A curse carrying soul-corroding malice.

Its target was the very source of life within Wanda’s womb.

Levi saw everything.

Calmly, he picked up a knife and lightly traced the edge of the pie.

Invisible alchemical laws flowed from his fingertips.

The dark curse—capable of driving most sorcerers instantly insane—was forcibly restructured at the molecular level the moment it touched the crust.

The malice vanished.

In its place remained only the rich aroma of fruit filling.

If anything, the pie smelled even more delicious than before.

Levi looked up with a faint smile.

"Agnes, you don’t look well."

"Too dark in here?"

Agnes’s heart skipped a beat.

The power she had released had vanished without a trace.

Worse, she felt a terrifying force pulling backward through the chain of causality.

She forced a smile.

"Oh, Anthony. Perhaps I’m just getting old. My eyesight isn’t what it used to be."

"Then let me brighten things up."

Levi stood and casually patted her shoulder.

The gesture was so natural it resembled an old friend offering comfort.

At that instant, Agnes felt the source of her magic erupt from her body like a breached dam.

She wanted to scream.

No sound emerged.

The candles in the center of the table suddenly flared half a foot higher.

Their warm yellow flames instantly transformed into eerie violet fire.

The magical power she had accumulated over centuries was being refined directly into candle fuel.

Levi calmly returned to his seat and served Wanda a bowl of soup.

"The lighting should be perfect now."

"Drink more. The baby needs nutrition."

Across the table, Dennis released a low animalistic growl.

His eyes had completely turned lifeless gray.

The Void was about to erupt.

Agnes slumped in her chair, pale as paper.

At last she realized the truth.

The ever-smiling, seemingly harmless "perfect husband" she had regarded as easy prey was not prey at all.

He was a hunter carrying a butcher’s knife, patiently waiting for dinner to end.

---

"Oh!"

Wanda suddenly exclaimed as her napkin slipped from her lap.

With some effort, she bent over to pick it up.

The instant her eyes left the tabletop, the atmosphere inside the dining room seemed to vanish.

Time and space froze.

Dennis shot to his feet.

His body was no longer under his control.

His skin melted and twisted like plastic exposed to extreme heat.

Gray-black cracks spread rapidly across his neck.

The last traces of humanity vanished from his eyes.

Sensing mortal danger, the fragment of the Anti-Life Equation chose a final desperate counterattack.

If it detonated here, Westview itself would be erased at the conceptual level.

Nothing would remain.

"Anthony, do you hear that?"

Wanda’s muffled voice came from beneath the table.

"The floor seems to be humming."

"Just the wind, darling."

Levi remained seated, his voice gentle enough to melt ice.

Beneath the tablecloth, however, his right hand extended forward.

His palm faced the humanoid cloud of gray mist that Dennis had become.

"Quiet."

A miniature dark-gold alchemical array flashed through space.

Like an invisible gilded cage.

The void energy—powerful enough to destroy star systems—had no chance to spread.

An irresistible force seized it.

Together with Dennis’s remaining consciousness, it was dragged into Levi’s palm.

Within Levi’s Inner Universe, the stars roared into motion.

Countless chains of law wrapped around the raging gray mist and dragged it into endless space.

There, the violent void energy was dismantled, crushed, and refined.

Every trace of the Anti-Monitor’s malicious imprint was stripped away.

Moments later, a pale sphere radiating cold silver light slowly rose into the heavens of that newborn universe.

The first Moon of Void had been born.

"Ah, there it is."

Wanda straightened up with the recovered napkin and looked toward the suddenly empty chair.

"Huh?"

"Where did Dennis go?"

Levi calmly cut into his steak.

Without looking up, he replied,

"He suddenly remembered an express delivery he forgot to make."

"He rushed off without even saying goodbye."

"Always in such a hurry."

"I should probably file a complaint with the post office."

"Really? He left so fast."

Wanda turned toward Agnes.

"Agnes, why do you look even paler than before?"

Agnes stared fixedly at Dennis’s empty chair.

The silver fork in her hand had been unconsciously bent out of shape.

She had witnessed it with her own eyes.

A parasite embodying ultimate destruction had failed to create even the slightest ripple before being casually taken away like a piece of trash.

Her voice trembled with terror.

"N-no..."

"It’s nothing."

"I just think Mr. Anthony’s... magic tricks are becoming more impressive every day."

Levi raised his eyes.

His calm gaze contained a cold indifference capable of freezing souls.

"That wasn’t a magic trick, Agnes."

He corrected her gently.

"That’s what good neighbors do for one another."

The overwhelming pressure nearly drove the centuries-old witch to her knees.

Levi set down his utensils and smiled.

The expression filled her with dread.

"Wanda and I discussed something earlier."

"After the baby is born, we’ll need a reliable nanny."

"I think you’d be perfect for the role."

"What do you think?"

It wasn’t a suggestion.

It was an order.

Agnes nodded frantically, as though grasping a lifeline.

Sweat soaked through her velvet dress.

"I’d be honored!"

"I’d be absolutely honored!"

"It would be my privilege to help."

She could clearly feel an invisible alchemical chain wrapped around the source of her magic.

The moment she entertained thoughts of escape or resistance, that chain would grind her soul into dust.

Levi nodded in satisfaction and turned back to Wanda.

"See?"

"I told you Agnes was a warm-hearted person."

Wanda laughed happily.

"That’s wonderful."

"Anthony, the moon is beautiful tonight."

Levi looked out the window.

The clock tower stood peaceful and serene beneath the moonlight.

Moments earlier, he had erased the last trace of disharmony beneath it and brought the entire node of local reality under his control.

From this moment onward, there would be no more flaws in this dream.

He took Wanda’s hand.

"Yes."

"It really is beautiful tonight."

In the corner, violet candles fueled by a witch’s magic burned quietly.

Their glow illuminated a happiness that was both utterly false and undeniably real.

---

As dinner came to an end, Agnes practically fought for the chance to clear the dishes.

The hands once filled with schemes and conspiracies now washed plates more diligently than a professional housekeeper.

Levi leaned casually against the kitchen doorway and watched the once-proud witch tremble at the sink.

"Agnes."

"Tomorrow, change the nursery wallpaper to something warmer."

Clink.

A porcelain plate slipped from her hands and fell into the sink.

She didn’t even dare turn around.

"Of course, Mr. Anthony."

"I’ll take care of it immediately."

She could clearly feel the invisible alchemical chain around her power source.

Any thought of defiance would mean annihilation.

Meanwhile, Wanda sat on the sofa, gently rubbing her belly.

Satisfied exhaustion filled her face.

Looking out at the empty street, she asked with concern,

"Anthony, if Dennis is gone, who’s going to deliver tomorrow’s newspapers and letters?"

"Westview can’t be without a mailman."

Levi walked over and gently brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Don’t worry."

"I’ll find someone more qualified."

His gaze seemed to pierce the crimson barrier surrounding Westview and extend into the chaotic void beyond.

"Every role in Westview matters."

"If Dennis wasn’t suitable, then the vacancy will naturally attract a replacement."

Dennis’s disappearance had left a vacuum in the rules of the town.

Such a vacuum was like a giant magnet.

Sooner or later, it would drag some unfortunate but suitable candidate from somewhere in the multiverse.

Perhaps a lost superhero.

Perhaps an exiled villain from another universe.

Who knew?

At that moment, the baby moved again inside Wanda.

This time it wasn’t a simple kick.

It was a faint frequency pulse capable of crossing dimensional barriers.

The signal spread like invisible ripples.

It pierced the boundaries of the Marvel Universe itself and reached distant corners of another vast cosmic framework.

In dimensions beyond comprehension, ancient eyes older than galaxies slowly opened.

They sensed the pure and powerful singularity of law.

Like a beacon suddenly lit in endless darkness.

Countless hungry and greedy gazes turned toward it.

Levi detected the attention immediately.

A cold smile appeared on his lips.

He casually pressed a hand into empty space.

The laws of his Inner Universe surged outward and reinforced Westview’s reality barrier several magnitudes over.

Every malicious gaze was completely cut off.

You want to take my child?

You don’t have the teeth for it.

He bent down and gently lifted the drowsy Wanda into his arms.

The lights of Westview went out one by one.

The town sank into a deeper and more peaceful sleep than ever before.

Yet atop the now-silent clock tower, a mailman’s hat that once belonged to Dennis rested quietly in the shadows.

Lingering in the air was the faint scent of something foreign to this world—

the smell of a concept that had been burned away.

A sign that this increasingly perfect dream would inevitably attract more uninvited visitors.