When Chu Hang walked out of Chaos Law from the Quantum Realm, he stepped on a half-rotted corpse.
He glanced down and recognized that he was a middle-aged man wearing a police uniform. The police badge on his chest still stubbornly reflected a glimmer of light under the dim light. However, the part above his neck had long been eaten away, leaving only white bones.
The sky in New York is lead-grey, and the air is filled with the stench of rotten flesh and gunpowder smoke, which is so thick that it makes you sick.
In the distance, Empire State Building looks like a broken scepter, with only half of it remaining.
Statue of Liberty The torch held high was nowhere to be found, and the bare arm pointed at the dead sky like a silent accusation.
This city is finished.
No, it's much more than just this city.
Chu Hang's spiritual power is like an invisible tide, spreading outward in an instant, covering North America, then South America, Europe, Asia... until it covers the entire earth.
Everywhere you look, you see the same doomsday scene.
Ruins, corpses, and monsters once called "people" wandering among the remains of civilization.
Chu Hang stood quietly on top of the devastation, his eyes so calm that they were almost cold.
He was thinking about a question.
Is it still necessary to clean it up?
Even if he has traced the source of the virus in the Quantum Realm and completely eliminated the source of the virus, so what?
This world has long since died. Billions of people have become the walking dead, and the fire of civilization is almost extinguished.
Even if he kills all the zombies, the remaining survivors will just linger on the ruins.
This is not the result he wants.
Chu Hang raised his head, stared at the gray sky, and slowly raised a meaningful arc at the corner of his mouth.
Cleaning up is too much trouble.
It's better to do it again.
He slowly opened his arms, as if to embrace this broken world.
In an instant, golden light bloomed from his body.
The light was weak at first, like the first ray of dawn before dawn.
But within just a few breaths, it suddenly became blazing with brilliance, as if a sun was igniting and rising in his chest.
"Be careful!" T'Challa shouted, and Peter·Parker simultaneously raised their arms to cover themselves.
However, the golden light seemed to be able to penetrate all material barriers and shine directly into their Soul Law depths.
The two of them were shocked and felt an indescribable power.
That power was as vast as the sea of stars and as deep as the ruins, as if the pulse of the entire universe was beating under that man's Control.
The golden light continued to spread, like mercury pouring down the ground, over the ruins, overflowing the streets, and sweeping across the entire Manhattan.
It is like an endless giant network, with Chu Hang as the center, extending in all directions.
Wherever the light touched, the movements of the shambling zombies suddenly froze.
They raised their rotting heads, and an unprecedented trace of confusion seemed to flash through their empty eye sockets.
Then they started screaming.
It was an extremely sad howl, full of despair and pain, as if something rooted in the origin of Life Law was being forcibly stripped away from their bodies.
Peter·Parker Through the gaps between his fingers, he was horrified to see that the intricate Black Noir lines on the zombies were fading away rapidly. The rotten and frayed flesh healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the empty eye sockets, crystal eyeballs were actually growing again!
"This... this is impossible..." Peter muttered to himself, his mind going blank.
He has struggled in this hell on earth for too long, witnessed too much death and despair, and has already carved one fact into his bones:
The infected are irreversible. They are dead, completely dead.
But the miraculous scene in front of him subverted all his perceptions.
"It's not a treatment," T'Challa's voice was trembling uncontrollably. His Vibranium Suit was analyzing the surrounding energy readings, but all the data had exploded, leaving only a chaotic buzz, "This... this is rewriting reality!"
The wave of golden light did not stop, it crossed New York, crossed the Americas, and swept the entire earth like a law of creation. In front of this sacred wave, all zombies were purified in mourning, all viruses were melted at their roots, and all deaths seemed to be facing an opportunity for reversal.
Chu Hang stands in the center of the light, his eyes have turned into pure gold, and there seem to be stars flowing and the universe coming and going.
At this moment, deep in the void, a distorted afterimage of will sensed this power that could subvert the rules.
That was the last trace of Anti-Monitor left in this universe.
It roared silently and furiously, and since it couldn't be stopped, they both died together!
It began to burn itself crazily, trying to detonate the origin of the universe.
Peter and T'Challa were not aware of this. They just saw Chu Hang's expression move slightly, as if they heard some interesting joke, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became deeper.
"Perish together?"
Chu Hang's voice was very soft, but it clearly penetrated the dimension and passed into the perception of the afterimage of will.
"If it's the real body, I'll give you three points, and you'll only have the remaining will, is it worthy?"
He opened his mouth and spit out only two words.
"Greed"
Greed Concept starts! Inner Universe of Chu Hang is like a Abyss giant mouth that has been dormant for a long time, completely opening its fangs at this moment.
The destructive energy that was enough to blow the entire universe back to the singularity, the moment it came into contact with his domain, was like a mud cow entering the sea, being swallowed up by a bottomless whirlpool whale, without even a ripple being stirred up.
The afterimage of Anti-Monitor's will let out a scream full of horror and confusion. It felt that it was being eaten.
Chu Hang Close your eyes and enjoy this feast.
The Void concept residue of the universe Source Power and Anti-Monitor surged and merged in his Inner Universe, turning into the purest nourishment.
When he opened his eyes again, the afterimage of his will had completely dissipated, leaving only a vicious curse echoing in front of Conceptual Layer: "Greedy One... When my true form comes... you and everything you cherish... will turn into Void..."
Chu Hang didn't take it seriously. He raised his hand and examined the palm of his hand. The golden light after the fusion of the power of the fourteen laws flowed like sacred blood under his skin, forming a perfect closed loop. He already had the authority to define the reality of this universe.
Here, he is the rule.
Chu Hang Take a deep breath and then exhale slowly.
He opened his mouth and spoke the first sentence. The voice was not loud, but like the oracle of the heavenly constitution, it echoed simultaneously in every corner and every atom of the entire universe.
"Zombie Virus, never existed."
Eight words, like the sound of creation, directly forcefully rewrite the underlying logic of the universe.
The rules are redefined.
It's as if this universe has never had such a thing since its birth.
Peter·Parker and T'Challa felt their bodies light up at the same time. The hidden wounds left by long-term battles and the trace infections hidden due to contact with zombies were cleaned up in an instant.
They looked down at their hands, which were stained with blood and were as clean as ever.
But this is just the beginning.
Chu Hang spoke again, his voice was calm but with unquestionable majesty.
"Life Law, who died due to the virus, is redefined as a living person."
This time, the golden light became even more dazzling.
Where the light reached them, the cold corpses lying on the ground began to undergo earth-shaking changes.
The rotten flesh heals, the white bones grow muscle, and the stopped heart begins to beat again!
Peter's gaze suddenly froze not far away. The body that was once Zombie Captain America was returning to its original state at an incredible speed. The rotten face regained its determination, and the empty eyes regained their sparkle.
Steve·Rogers sat up suddenly and looked around blankly, his eyes confused, "I... seemed to have had a very, very long nightmare."
"Steve?" Peter's voice was hoarse and crying. He staggered and wanted to step forward, but he couldn't believe his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, he saw another figure. Iron Man Armor, who had been eaten beyond recognition, was being reorganized, and the body under the armor was reviving.
Tony·Stark opened his eyes, with his trademark confusion and ridicule on his face. "Hey, boy, did we miss the party?"
Peter couldn't hold it back anymore, tears burst into his eyes.
T'Challa's clenched fists were shaking slightly from excessive exertion. He saw that the Wakanda warriors who had sacrificed their lives in the Battle of New York were standing up again one by one, reorganizing their queues, and looking at him inquiringly.
The same scene was played out all over the world. At this moment, billions of Life Law were forcibly pulled back from the kingdom of death. They did not remember the disaster, the blood and fear, they only vaguely remembered that they seemed to have been asleep for a long time, and at the end of the vague memory, there was a golden back standing in the center of the light.
Chu Hang slowly regained his strength.
The golden light faded away, the sky returned to blue, and the warm sunshine fell on this land that had been reborn.
Words Become Law, I am the rule. This is the power of Peak Universal-level.
He turned around and looked at the two survivors who were still immersed in great shock.
Peter and T'Challa were staring dumbfoundedly at the world that had been resurrected from the dead, and at those former comrades and relatives, with the joy and confusion of the aftermath intertwined on their faces.
"Remember my words." Chu Hang's voice woke them up from their daze, "The universe has been restarted, but the threat has not disappeared."
He raised his hand and easily opened a crack in the void leading to Main Universe.
"Tell your Avengers to be prepared."
He stepped into the crack, and his figure gradually blurred at the other end of the light door.
Only one sentence was left, echoing clearly in the air of rebirth.
"Next time, I might... not come in such time."