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"That's the Anti-Matter Universe!!" Ego roared frantically, his brain already deformed by the pulling force of that suction.
"Let's annihilate together!!"
A massive suction erupted. Homelander wanted to retreat, but the distance was too close.
The dark maw swallowed both the man and the brain in an instant.
Subsequently, the rift closed rapidly, as if it had never appeared.
This sector of space returned to silence... Chernobyl, New Skrullos.
Gravik stared at the words "Signal Lost" on the screen; it had been there for a full ten minutes.
"Haha... Hahahaha!"
Gravik finally couldn't help himself, letting out a suppressed laugh from his throat.
brave"Dead... he must be dead!"
"Under that level of energy eruption, no one can survive! Not even him!"
The ambition in his eyes regained its light.
"Now, who else can stop me?"
The adjutant beside him asked with a smile, "Officer, shall we restart the infiltration plan?"
"No... we cannot be careless." Gravik reined in his smile, his gaze becoming cautious again.
"That monster... he has created too many miracles."
"What if he isn't dead?"
"Wait a bit longer."
"Even if the opportunity is right before our eyes, we must wait a bit longer."
"But..." Gravik turned around, his eyes burning bright.
"The evolutionary research of Super Skrulls and the collection of genetic samples can be accelerated..."
"Yes, Officer."
The Skrull adjutant received the instruction and turned to leave. The moment his back was turned, an intriguing smile appeared on his face... London, Bromley District.
This was a quiet suburb. The morning mist had just dissipated, and sunlight spilled through the gaps in the curtains onto a soft, large bed.
Nick Fury sat up abruptly from the bed, gasping for breath, his body drenched in cold sweat.
"Ugh..."
Fury let out a groan of pain.
His head felt like it was splitting open.
Overusing the power of the Ghost Rider had placed a massive burden on his soul.
He instinctively reached under the pillow—a habit formed over years of his career as an Agent; a gun was always within reach.
But he felt nothing.
Fury threw back the covers, stood up, and then looked down at himself.
That tattered trench coat was gone, replaced by a pair of men's pajamas.
He pushed open the bedroom door and walked down the stairs.
In the living room, the television was on. A BBC news anchor was broadcasting the morning news in a standard London accent:
"...As of now, Homelander has been missing for over 24 hours. Vought officials have yet to restore communication with 'Homelander One'. People around the world have spontaneously held prayer events..."
Fury's footsteps paused, his brow furrowed.
Missing?
"You're awake?"
A gentle female voice came from the kitchen.
Fury turned sharply, his muscles tensed in a defensive posture.
A Black woman who looked to be in her forties walked out carrying two plates.
She was wearing loungewear, her hair casually tied back, looking just like an ordinary housewife.
Priscilla Fury.
Nick Fury's wife, also a Skrull. Her Skrull name was Valla.
"Don't be so tense, honey." Valla placed the plates on the dining table. "That's bacon and eggs, not a bomb."
"Although your taste has always been unique... these pajamas are ones you left here before."
Valla set down the plates and sat at the dining table.
"Last night, a strange little plane fell into my backyard and completely ruined my flowerbed."
"Then I found an unconscious old man lying in the cockpit, still clutching this gun tightly."
Valla pulled a modified Glock pistol from her apron pocket and placed it on the table.
"The grip of this gun is engraved with N.F."
Valla pulled a modified Smith & Wesson semi-automatic pistol from her apron pocket and placed it on the table.
"I contacted Talos... is that you, Fury?"
Fury looked at this woman he had known for many years and spoke slowly:
"Call yourself the beloved..."
"...Feel yourself beloved in the world." Valla took over the next line, her expression slightly emotional.
"It's you... it's really you."
Fury walked over, picked up the gun on the table, and checked the magazine.
"Sorry for ruining your flowers, Valla."
"Flowers can be replanted." Valla looked at him. "But you look... terrible."
"I've always been terrible."
Fury walked to the sofa and sat down, staring fixedly at the TV screen.
On the screen, the footage of Homelander's final strike was playing repeatedly, followed by that despairing black screen.
"Fury, since you've turned into a White man..." Valla looked at the heavy-faced Fury and suddenly spoke.
"...should I also change my appearance? Marilyn Monroe, or that newly debuted White female singer? That way we'll look more like a match when we go out for a walk?"
It was originally a joke intended to lighten the atmosphere.
But Fury didn't laugh.
Now that Mephisto's power was severely overdrawn, he was temporarily unable to transform, and now even his final trump card, Homelander, was missing.
"This time, there's real trouble..."
...The Anti-Matter Universe.
There was no light here, no direction, even the concept of time became blurred.
This place was filled with energy particles diametrically opposed to the positive matter Universe.
The moment Homelander and Ego fell into this space.
"Zzzzzzzzz——————!!!"
A terrifying annihilation reaction occurred.
Bodies composed of positive matter, upon contact with anti-matter particles, began a violent release of energy.
But Homelander was prepared.
"Reality baby! Protect me!"
The moment he was swallowed, he had already mobilized the power of the Reality Stone.
A layer of red reality-warping force field clung tightly to the surface of his skin, isolating those frantically surging anti-matter particles.
Although the energy consumption was massive, he survived.
"Aaaaaah——"
A shrill psychic shockwave came from not far away.
Homelander turned to look.
He saw Ego's massive blue brain currently undergoing torture.
Its blue surface was rapidly dissolving and dissipating.
Divine power was collapsing, and consciousness was disintegrating.
"Why... why are you fine?!"
Ego looked at the unscathed Homelander and let out an unbelievable scream.
"This is... an Infinity Stone! This isn't fair!!"
"Fair?"
Homelander flew in front of him, looking down at this collapsing God.
"When you threw those children into the cave, did you talk to them about fairness?"
"No... I won't accept this..."
Ego's thought waves grew weaker and weaker, filled with regret and fear.
He wanted to drag Homelander down to die with him, only to find that the other guy was using cheats while he was running naked.
"Tragic."
Homelander shook his head. Although he said that, there wasn't a hint of pity on his face.
"Save me... save me..."
Ego's consciousness waves became intermittent, finally unable to help but plead.