When Chu Hang stepped out of the chaos of the Quantum Realm, he was standing on a half-rotted corpse.
He glanced down and recognized a middle-aged man in a police uniform. The badge on the man's chest stubbornly reflected a faint glimmer beneath the dim sky. But everything above his neck had long since been devoured, leaving only stark white bones.
New York's sky was leaden gray, and the air was thick with the nauseating stench of rotting flesh mixed with gunpowder smoke.
In the distance, the Empire State Building stood like a broken scepter, with only half its remains left.
The Statue of Liberty's raised torch had vanished. Its bare arm was like a silent accusation, pointing toward the deathly silent heavens.
This city was finished.
No, far more than this city.
Chu Hang's spiritual power spread outward like an invisible tide, covering North America in an instant, then South America, Europe, Asia... until it enveloped the entire Earth.
Everywhere it reached held the same apocalyptic scene.
Ruins, corpses, and monsters that had once been called "people" wandering among the remnants of civilization.
Chu Hang stood silently amid the devastation, his gaze calm to the point of coldness.
He was considering a question.
Was there still any need to clean this up?
Even though he had traced the source back through the Quantum Realm and completely erased the origin of the virus, so what?
This world had already died. Billions had become walking corpses, and civilization's flame was nearly extinguished.
Even if he slaughtered every zombie, the remaining survivors would only be barely clinging to life atop the ruins.
This was not the outcome he wanted.
Chu Hang raised his head and stared at the gray sky. A meaningful curve slowly formed at the corner of his lips.
Cleaning