Wanda put away the light in her hand.
The crimson energy extinguished between their fingers, and the rooftop darkened again, leaving only the faint illumination of moonlight and a few distant flames.
But her attention did not waver for a moment. The Chaos Magic shifted from outward expression to inward control, with energy flowing beneath her body, ready to explode at any moment within 0.3 seconds.
If the silver-haired woman makes any unusual move, such as an abnormal muscle contraction or an inappropriate change in breathing rhythm, she will directly rip the other person's Soul Stone out of their body.
Let the other person calm down outside first, then decide whether or not to put it back in.
The woman opposite seemed to sense something, paused for two seconds in the shadows, and then slowly stood up.
The movements were slow, as if to tell Wanda: I have no ill intentions; you can see my every move clearly.
Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded out from the shadows, a shade brighter than moonlight.
The black bodysuit clung to the body's contours, and any tears or rips were repaired and reinforced, making no extra noise during movement.
He wore a black eye mask, revealing only the lower half of his face and a pair of gray-blue eyes.
Wanda glanced at her.
There was no grayish-blue skin discoloration, the breathing rate was normal, the pupils showed light reflex, and there was no dried blood under the fingernails.
They are confirmed to be alive.
"Who are you?"
The silver-haired woman tilted her head, scrutinizing Wanda in the same way Wanda scrutinized her, from head to toe, leaving no detail unexamined.
" Felicia Hardy."
The name came out of her mouth with a lazy tone, but Wanda noticed that her weight was always on her right foot, with her left foot slightly turned out, a stance that suggested she could spring backward at any moment.
Wanda nodded and was about to give her name.
You don't need to introduce yourself.
Felicia interrupted her, tilting her chin slightly towards Wanda.
"I know you. Peter mentioned you to me."
Scarlet Witch, Wanda Maximoff. Mutants, Magneto's daughter, member of the Avengers.
He accurately described each label, speaking at a moderate pace.
Before Wanda could respond, Felicia's next words came crashing down on her.
"But I remember—weren't you the first one infected by Pietro?"
His grey-blue eyes narrowed slightly as he scanned Wanda up and down.
What's your situation right now?
Wanda paused for a second.
Pietro.
In this universe, she was infected by her own brother and turned into a zombie.
Moreover, in this universe, she is a Mutants and Magneto's daughter, completely different from her own universe.
Many ideas flashed through her mind, but Wanda chose the simplest and most direct one.
Understanding the situation is more important than anything else. There's no need to hide anything or play mind games with an ordinary person who has survived alone in the apocalypse for at least a week.
"I am the Sorcerer Supreme from the 19999th universe. I was thrown here due to an accident."
Felicia's body paused for a very subtle moment.
"Multiverse."
She raised an eyebrow, and a complex light flashed in her gray-blue eyes.
Is it true?
Wanda didn't mince words, and countered with, "You know about the multiverse?"
Felicia crossed her arms over her chest, her shoulders resting against the metal casing of the vents.
The pose looked relaxed, but Wanda noticed that her back wasn't completely pressed against the ground; her spine remained taut.
"I heard Peter mention it before; he said Tony Stark and Reed Richards have been researching this."
Felicia paused for a moment at this point.
"Also, thank you for relieving Peter's pain earlier."
Wanda didn't respond to that sentence.
A person who survives seven days in such a place, witnessing acquaintances turn into monsters one by one, and can say "Thank you for helping him escape his suffering"—either they have truly come to terms with it, or they have buried all the things they haven't come to terms with deep inside.
Neither of these is something Wanda should be concerned about right now.
"Everyone in this universe is infected?"
Felicia thought for a moment, then spoke in a completely flat tone, as if she were reading an autopsy report.
"It all started with a powerful zombie appearing in the sky, dressed in a golden uniform. He infected the Avengers first, and within just a few days, the whole world was doomed."
"Later, those zombie heroes ate a guy called Silver Surfer, gained Cosmic Energy, and flew directly out of Earth. Those left on Earth were all zombies who couldn't go into space."
Wanda's fingers twitched slightly as she thought of someone listed as the highest threat in their universe.
The golden uniform looks very powerful.
Could it be that Sentry Robert, who possesses the Power of a Million Exploding Suns?!
In her universe, Tony Stark has been extremely wary of the name ever since he learned about the future.
They even set up a separate project in an underground laboratory, codenamed " Sunset Protocol," to develop anti- Sentry armor.
Every time Robert Reynolds is mentioned, Tony's face has that "I really hope this guy never goes crazy" look on it.
The Sentry in this universe has become a zombie, and is the first to be infected.
Thankfully, he's now out in outer space hunting for food; otherwise, she doesn't know if she could have survived such terrifying zombies.
"Are there any other survivors besides you?"
When Felicia heard this question, the corners of her mouth twitched, forming a dry, self-deprecating smile.
"Survivors? In this place, even ordinary zombies are a rarity."
She tilted her head slightly towards the edge of the rooftop, gesturing towards the wandering gray figures below.
"The group you just saw was the first wave of infection. All the other living people in the world have long been eaten up by those heroes. They didn't even have the chance to become zombies."
Wanda frowned.
After landing in this universe, she tried to open a portal to go back, more than once.
The dimensional barriers of this universe are ridiculously thick; with her current strength, she can't even tear open a passage back to 199999.
Chthon's choice to throw her here wasn't random—this cage was designed from the very beginning.
All heroes are zombified, but retain their abilities from life.
On the ground are endless ordinary zombies, while in space floats a group of zombie heroes who have obtained Cosmic Energy.
The dimensional barriers have been reinforced; the portal cannot be opened.
For now, I can only team up with this person in front of me.
Just as Wanda was about to speak, Felicia's body suddenly tensed up.
He instantly switched from a lazy posture leaning against the vent to a fighting stance, his pupils behind the blindfold contracted sharply, and his ears turned to the right.
Wanda heard it too.
Buzzing--
A very faint, almost non-existent flapping sound.
It's more frequent than a mosquito's wingspan, but it's not a mosquito; mosquitoes wouldn't survive that long in a dead city.
"Run!"
Felicia's voice was extremely low and urgent as she began to move towards the edge of the rooftop.
"It's Ant-Man and the Wasp! They can change size—"
She was interrupted halfway through her sentence.
It was all because Wanda raised her hand.
The crimson energy condensed in his palm for less than half a second before being pushed out at a 30-degree angle to the right front.
A slap.
Just one slap.
The two zombie figures, shrunk to the size of ants and approaching at high speed on flying ants, along with their mounts, were struck by a scarlet energy wall.
There was no struggle involved.
The moment the energy was released, two tiny clumps were pressed onto the rooftop floor, crushing them into a layer thinner than dust.
The residual energy of the Pym Particles flickered briefly before extinguishing completely.
From discovery to resolution, it only took two seconds.
Felicia remained frozen in her half-crouched position on the edge of the rooftop, ready to jump.
She turned her head to look at the two thin, almost transparent marks on the ground, then at Wanda's retracted right hand, opened her mouth slightly, and then closed it again.
Three seconds later.
"All right."
Felicia straightened up from the edge of the rooftop, dusted off her knees, and faced Wanda again.
"I believe you are the Sorcerer Supreme."
A genuine, undisguised expectation flickered in his grey-blue eyes.
"I hope you don't end up as awful as Strange."
Wanda paused for a moment.
" Strange? That doctor who signed a contract with Thor?"
Felicia tilted her head slightly, her voice carrying a hint of something that was hard to tell whether it was mockery or regret.
"Isn't your universe's Sorcerer Supreme also named that? On our side, he was among the first to be infected. He didn't even last ten minutes resisting."
"And what's with the story of Strange signing a contract of servitude with Thor? Wasn't Strange the previous Sorcerer Supreme?"
Felicia asked, puzzled.
"No, the previous Sorcerer Supreme was my teacher, the Ancient One. Strange was in a car accident, and his hand was crippled. Thor healed his hand, and he signed a 1000-year contract with Thor."
Wanda shook her head.
"Well, your universe is really weird. I remember Thor was always a brute, how come he knows healing magic?"
"I don't know. The Thor I'm talking about isn't the Thor from our universe. He's from another universe, and it seems like there's nothing he can't do."
"Alright, now's not the time to chat. We need to get out of here. Ant-Man and the Wasp have both come looking for us. We'll be exposed soon. We need to find a new place to stay."
Felicia quickly packed some drinking water and compressed biscuits, then put them in a backpack.
Where are we going?
Wanda asked.
"I'm going to the S.H.I.E.L.D.. safe house. I don't want to wake up every day and run into those disgusting guys."