Levi raised a hand.

A gentle yet unquestionable golden curtain of light spread outward from his palm, rippling through the air before enveloping Peter Parker and T’Challa.

The moment the light touched the ground, a silent purification began.

Within a hundred-meter radius, every black spore floating through the air, every writhing strand of corrupted fungal growth on the ground, and even the blood-soaked stench that seemed embedded in the soul itself were instantly erased.

Gone without a trace.

Peter stood frozen.

Slowly, he removed his mask.

Then he took a deep breath.

Clean air.

Pure air.

For the first time in what felt like forever, his lungs filled with air untouched by decay.

The sensation was so overwhelming that it nearly made him dizzy.

He had struggled in this living hell for so long that he had forgotten breathing could be a pleasure rather than a punishment.

T’Challa reacted faster.

Dropping to one knee, he extended a hand toward the purified ground.

His Black Panther suit hummed softly as vibranium nanites flowed across his fingertips.

The suit’s sensors rapidly updated their readings.

"The viral concentration..." T’Challa looked up, the vibranium mask retracting to reveal a face lined with exhaustion and disbelief.

"It’s zero."

His gaze locked onto Levi.

"How did you do that?"

"A simple trick."

Levi answered casually.

Most of his attention wasn’t on the two survivors.

Instead, it remained focused on the land beneath his feet.

Within his domain, he was the sole authority.

The virus was not permitted to exist.

Therefore, it ceased to exist.

He turned back to them.

"Tell me what happened."

Peter and T’Challa exchanged a glance.

A flash of pain crossed T’Challa’s eyes before he gave a slight nod.

He would explain.

"It all started with Ant-Man."

His voice was low and rough.

"Dr. Hank Pym encountered... something in the Quantum Realm while searching for Janet."

"Even now, we don’t know exactly what it was." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"The infection had already begun by the time he returned."

"And then came Hope," Peter continued, his voice trembling.

"The Wasp."

"Then everyone at Pym Technologies."

"Then San Francisco."

"And then..."

His voice caught.

His eyes reddened.

"And then everyone."

Levi remained silent.

Listening.

Giving them room to continue.

"The Avengers responded immediately," T’Challa said.

"But the virus spread faster than anyone imagined."

"The infected didn’t just become monsters."

"They kept their powers."

"They kept their intelligence."

"It was all twisted into pure hunger."

"Zombie Iron Man’s repulsors."

"Zombie Captain America’s shield."

"Zombie Thor’s Stormbreaker..."

Peter’s voice dropped lower and lower, as though reciting a list of the dead.

"One by one, we fell."

"And eventually..."

His shoulders slumped.

"Even the Watcher was devoured."

Levi’s eyebrow twitched slightly.

The Watchers.

Cosmic beings sworn to observe without interference.

Entities possessing near-omniscient awareness.

They had been eaten?

"What does a Watcher taste like?" Levi asked suddenly.

Peter and T’Challa stared blankly.

Neither could follow the leap in logic.

Levi waved a hand.

"Let me rephrase."

"What changed after they consumed the Watcher?"

T’Challa’s expression darkened.

"They became smarter."

"No."

He shook his head.

"Not smarter."

"More... farsighted."

"They stopped acting like a chaotic swarm."

"They became organized."

"Strategic."

"And then..."

His voice grew strained.

"They started searching for paths into other universes."

Levi’s expression hardened.

Of course.

Consuming a Watcher didn’t merely grant knowledge.

It granted awareness.

Coordinates.

A perception of the multiverse itself.

That was the true reason the plague had spread across dimensions.

"How many survivors remain?" Levi asked.

Peter and T’Challa exchanged another glance.

Only bitterness remained.

"There were others."

Peter looked away.

"A few."

"But now..."

His voice became little more than a whisper.

"It’s just us."

Levi didn’t ask for details.

The tragedies of apocalypse stories rarely differed.

Instead, he removed the Pym Particle regulator he had taken from Zombie Wasp and tossed it lightly in his hand.

Black fungal veins had spread across its casing.

The core, however, still functioned.

Barely.

"I’m going into the Quantum Realm."

Both heroes stiffened.

"The source of the virus is there."

"What?!"

T’Challa’s voice rose sharply.

"Are you insane?"

"Hank Pym brought this disaster back from that place!"

"Exactly."

Levi’s tone remained calm.

"So I’ll tear it out by the roots."

Peter opened his mouth.

He wanted to protest.

To warn him.

Yet looking at the faint golden radiance surrounding Levi, he found himself unable to speak.

A man who could cleanse hell itself with a wave of his hand existed beyond anything Peter could comprehend.

"Stay here."

Levi raised a hand.

His golden Law Domain expanded outward.

Silently.

A full kilometer in every direction became enclosed within it.

"Until I return, this place is absolutely safe."

Before either could reply, he activated the regulator.

Pym Particle energy surged.

Space began folding at a microscopic scale.

Yet the moment the particles touched Levi, they were seized by a far greater power.

Analyzed.

Decoded.

Rewritten.

No longer crude tools for shrinking matter, they became a precise key.

A key opening the path to the Quantum Realm.

His body rapidly diminished.

One meter.

Ten centimeters.

One millimeter.

One micron.

The world expanded around him in impossible ways.

Molecules.

Atoms.

Quarks.

Microscopic particles transformed into vast celestial bodies rushing past him.

Then reality’s boundary shattered.

And Levi plunged into the Quantum Realm.

---

There was no concept of time here.

No concept of space.

Only endless chaotic light and distorted streams of energy.

An ordinary mind would instantly lose itself.

To Levi, it was merely another landscape waiting to be understood.

Closing his eyes, he released his psychic power.

A vast web spread through the Quantum Realm.

Soon it found what it sought.

Black trails.

The traces left behind by contaminated Pym Particles.

Like blood vessels leading into an abyss.

Countless pathways converged toward a single dark center.

Levi opened his eyes.

His body became a streak of light.

He raced toward the source.

He passed through countless layers of quantum foam.

Crossed endless overlapping possibilities.

And eventually reached the deepest part of the Quantum Realm.

There, suspended within the chaos, was a colossal black sphere.

No.

Not a sphere.

A hive.

A living hive composed of dark matter and twisted biological tissue.

Massive black tendrils stretched from its surface.

Piercing dimensional barriers.

Extending greedily into countless universes.

Every slight twitch seemed to siphon something invisible from reality itself.

At the center of the hive, Levi saw a humanoid silhouette imprisoned within.

Once, it had been a woman.

Now her body had fused completely with the black mass.

Only her face retained faint traces of humanity.

Her eyes were empty.

Yet an unsettling smile lingered upon her lips.

Janet van Dyne.

The original Wasp.

Missing in the Quantum Realm for thirty years.

Now the mother and core of the multiversal plague.

Levi’s gaze pierced layer after layer of obstruction.

His psychic senses became a surgeon’s scalpel.

Dissecting the hive.

Uncovering the truth.

Janet’s consciousness wasn’t gone.

Quite the opposite.

It had been amplified beyond imagination.

Through those tendrils, she had become quantum-entangled with life across countless parallel universes.

She wasn’t spreading a virus.

She was harvesting.

Every tendril extracted an abstract concept from other universes.

Existence.

The infected gradually lost awareness of themselves.

Their past.

Their present.

Their future.

Until only the instinct to feed remained.

Everything they lost flowed through quantum entanglement into the hive.

Feeding the void beyond.

Levi instantly understood.

The Anti-Monitor’s residue had evolved into this horror because its essence represented nonexistence.

The opposite of being.

The hive wasn’t creating zombies.

It was manufacturing absence.

It sought to erase the concept of existence itself from the multiverse.

To drag all reality into eternal nothingness.

"Interesting."

Levi spoke softly.

He raised a hand.

Fourteen fundamental laws gathered within his palm.

Different.

Contradictory.

Yet perfectly harmonious.

A flawless cycle of energy formed.

After understanding the Anti-Monitor’s true nature, existence and nonexistence had become concepts Levi could freely manipulate.

The hive was harvesting existence?

Then he would reverse the process entirely.

"Existence Replacement."

A miniature sun bloomed in his palm.

Golden light exploded outward.

Illuminating the quantum abyss.

---

"NO—!!"

A shrill scream erupted inside Levi’s mind.

It wasn’t a sound.

It was Janet.

Or rather, the will inhabiting Janet’s body.

A psychic roar.

With it came despair.

Pain.

Hatred.

The accumulated anguish of countless devoured lives.

A tide of void powerful enough to overwhelm any mind.

It surged toward Levi.

Attempting to drag him into oblivion.

Levi’s expression didn’t change.

Not even slightly.

"You’re loud."

That was his only comment.

His will was immovable.

The psychic torrent crashed against his mental defenses.

It failed to create even the smallest ripple.

Then it shattered.

The golden light advanced relentlessly.

Every black tendril touched by the radiance convulsed violently.

Like worms pressed against a branding iron.

The existence they had stolen was ripped away.

Forced backward through the channels from which it came.

A flood reversing its course.

"W-What..."

The voice echoed again.

Countless overlapping tones filled with disbelief and terror.

"What are you doing?"

"Helping you lose weight."

Levi sounded almost amused.

"You’ve overeaten."

"You’re suffering from indigestion."

He increased the power of Existence Replacement.

The hive began to collapse.

One tendril after another exploded.

Snapped.

Disintegrated.

Black matter dissolved beneath the golden radiance.

Reduced to pure nothingness.

Then overwritten by existence itself.

Janet’s body twisted violently within the hive’s core.

The vast concept of void forced into her was being extracted.

Purified.

Piece by piece.

The once-great hero had long ago become nothing more than an empty shell consumed by darkness.

Her final scream faded.

Then she, and the entire hive, collapsed into black dust.

The golden light swept over it.

And everything vanished.

The viral progenitor that had plagued countless universes was erased as casually as wiping dust from a table.

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