When Levi stepped out of the chaos of the Quantum Realm, his boots landed on a half-rotted corpse.

He glanced down and recognized a middle-aged police officer. The badge on the man’s chest still stubbornly reflected a faint glimmer beneath the dim sky. Everything above the neck, however, had long since been devoured, leaving behind only bare white bone.

The sky over New York was lead-gray.

The air reeked of rotting flesh and gunpowder, a nauseating stench so thick it felt almost tangible.

In the distance, the Empire State Building stood like a broken scepter, only half its structure remaining.

The torch of the Statue of Liberty was gone. Its severed arm pointed silently toward the dead heavens above, like an accusation.

The city was finished.

No—not just the city.

Levi’s psychic power spread outward like an invisible tide, covering North America in an instant, then South America, Europe, Asia...

Until it encompassed the entire Earth.

Everywhere he looked, he found the same apocalyptic scene.

Ruins.

Corpses.

And monsters that had once been called human, wandering among the remnants of civilization.

Levi stood quietly amidst the devastation, his expression calm to the point of cruelty.

He was considering a question.

Was there any point in cleaning this up anymore?

Even though he had traced the virus back to its source within the Quantum Realm and erased it completely, what difference did that make?

This world was already dead.

Billions had become walking corpses. The flames of civilization were all but extinguished.

Even if he slaughtered every zombie on Earth, the survivors would merely continue scraping out miserable existences atop the ruins.

That wasn’t the outcome he wanted.

Levi raised his head and gazed into the gray sky.

A meaningful smile slowly appeared at the corner of his lips.

Cleaning up was too troublesome.

Better to start over.

He slowly spread his arms as though embracing the shattered world.

At that moment, golden light erupted from his body.

At first it was faint, like the first ray of dawn piercing the darkness.

Yet within only a few breaths, it became blindingly brilliant.

A sun seemed to ignite and rise from within his chest.

"Watch out!" T’Challa shouted, raising an arm over his eyes at the same moment as Peter Parker.

Yet the golden radiance seemed capable of passing through all matter.

It shone directly into their souls.

Both men trembled.

They felt a power beyond description.

Vast as the sea of stars.

Profound as the abyss at creation’s end.

It was as though the heartbeat of the entire universe pulsed beneath the control of that single man.

The golden light continued expanding.

Flowing across ruins.

Sweeping through streets.

Engulfing all of Manhattan.

Like an endless net, it spread outward from Levi in every direction.

Wherever the light reached, the shambling zombies froze.

They raised their decaying heads.

Within their empty eye sockets appeared something unprecedented.

Confusion.

Then they began to scream.

The cries were so agonizing, so filled with despair and suffering, that it sounded as if something rooted in the very essence of their existence was being forcibly torn away.

Through the gaps between his fingers, Peter stared in horror.

The tangled black veins covering the zombies’ bodies rapidly faded.

Rotting flesh healed at visible speed.

Within hollow eye sockets, clear eyes began growing once more.

"T-That’s impossible..." Peter muttered.

His mind had gone completely blank.

He had struggled through this hell on Earth for too long.

He had witnessed too much death.

Too much despair.

One truth had become etched into his bones:

The infected could not be saved.

They were dead.

Truly dead.

Yet the miracle unfolding before him shattered everything he believed.

"This isn’t healing," T’Challa said, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

His vibranium suit was attempting to analyze the surrounding energy readings, but every measurement had exceeded its limits. The system could only emit chaotic warning tones.

"This is... this is rewriting reality."

The golden tide did not stop.

It crossed New York.

Crossed the Americas.

Swept across the entire planet like a divine decree of creation itself.

Before this sacred wave, every zombie was purified amidst agonized cries.

Every virus dissolved at its source.

Every death seemed to be granted a chance for reversal.

Standing at the center of the light, Levi’s eyes had become pure gold.

Stars seemed to revolve within them.

Universes seemed to be born and destroyed with every glance.

At that very moment, deep within the void, a twisted remnant of will sensed the power capable of overturning the laws of existence.

It was the final imprint left behind by the Anti-Monitor.

It unleashed a silent roar of fury.

If it could not stop him—

Then they would perish together.

The remnant ignited itself in madness, attempting to detonate the very origin of the universe.

Peter and T’Challa sensed none of this.

They merely saw Levi’s expression shift slightly, as though he had heard a mildly amusing joke.

The smile on his face deepened.

"Perish together?"

His voice was soft.

Yet it pierced dimensions and reached the remnant’s consciousness directly.

"If your true body were here, I’d show you some respect."

"A mere leftover fragment?"

"You think you’re worthy?"

He opened his mouth and uttered a single word.

"Greed."

The Concept of Greed activated.

Levi’s Inner Universe became a monstrous abyss, opening its jaws completely for the first time.

The destructive energy capable of reducing the entire universe back to a singularity was swallowed the instant it touched his domain.

Like rivers flowing into a bottomless vortex.

Not even a ripple remained.

The Anti-Monitor’s remnant released a shriek filled with terror and incomprehension.

It could feel itself being consumed.

Levi closed his eyes and savored the feast.

The universe’s source energy and fragments of the Anti-Monitor’s Void Concept churned and fused within his Inner Universe, becoming the purest nourishment imaginable.

When he opened his eyes again, the remnant had vanished completely.

Only a venomous curse lingered upon the conceptual level:

"Greedy one... when my true body descends... you and everything you cherish... will become nothingness..."

Levi paid it no mind.

He lifted a hand and studied his palm.

The golden radiance formed by the fusion of fourteen Laws flowed beneath his skin like sacred blood, completing a perfect cycle.

He now possessed authority over reality itself within this universe.

Here—

He was the law.

Levi inhaled deeply.

Then slowly exhaled.

He spoke his first sentence.

His voice was not loud.

Yet it echoed simultaneously through every corner of the universe.

Through every atom.

Like a divine decree.

"The zombie virus never existed."

Eight words.

Like the voice of creation itself.

The universe’s foundational logic was forcibly rewritten.

Reality was redefined.

It became as though such a thing had never existed from the moment the universe was born.

Peter Parker and T’Challa both felt their bodies suddenly lighten.

Old wounds accumulated from endless battles.

Microscopic traces of infection hidden within them.

Everything vanished in an instant.

They lowered their heads and stared at their hands.

The hands once covered in blood were now perfectly clean.

But this was only the beginning.

Levi spoke again.

His tone remained calm.

Yet it carried unquestionable authority.

"All lives that died because of the virus are hereby redefined as living beings."

This time, the golden light blazed even brighter.

Wherever it reached, the cold corpses littering the earth underwent miraculous transformations.

Rotting flesh healed.

Bone regrew muscle.

Silent hearts began beating once more.

Peter’s eyes suddenly locked onto a figure nearby.

The body that had once been the Zombie Captain America was restoring itself at impossible speed.

The rotted face became firm and resolute once again.

Empty eyes regained their spirit.

Steve Rogers suddenly sat upright.

Looking around in confusion, he frowned.

"I... think I just had a very long nightmare."

"Steve?" Peter’s voice cracked.

He staggered forward, tears already forming.

Yet he scarcely dared believe what he was seeing.

Then he spotted another figure.

The Iron Man armor that had been torn apart and devoured was rebuilding itself.

The man within was returning to life.

Tony Stark opened his eyes.

His trademark mixture of confusion and sarcasm immediately appeared.

"Hey, kid. Did we miss the party?"

Peter could no longer hold back.

Tears streamed down his face.

T’Challa’s clenched fists trembled violently.

He saw the Wakandan warriors who had fallen during the Battle of New York.

One by one, they rose again.

Reformed their ranks.

And looked toward their king for instructions.

The same scene unfolded across the entire globe.

Billions of lost lives were dragged back from the realm of death.

They remembered nothing of the catastrophe.

Nothing of the bloodshed.

Nothing of the terror.

Only the vague sensation that they had slept for a very long time.

And at the edge of those fading memories stood a golden figure at the center of boundless light.

Levi slowly withdrew his power.

The golden radiance faded.

The sky returned to brilliant blue.

Warm sunlight fell upon the reborn world.

Reality obeyed his words.

He was the law.

This was the power of one standing at the pinnacle of a Single-Universe Level existence.

He turned and looked toward the two survivors who were still lost in shock.

Peter and T’Challa stared dumbfounded at the resurrected world.

At former comrades.

At beloved family members.

Joy, disbelief, and confusion mingled on their faces.

"Remember my words."

Levi’s voice pulled them from their daze.

"This universe has been restarted."

"But the threat has not disappeared."

He raised a hand.

A dimensional rift leading to the Main Universe was effortlessly torn open before him.

"Tell your Avengers."

"Prepare yourselves."

He stepped into the crack.

His figure gradually faded beyond the gateway of light.

Only one final sentence remained, echoing through the reborn air.

"Next time..."

"I may not arrive so promptly."

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