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Manhattan.
The light faded. No explosion. No roar.
The white beam had been a cosmic eraser — silently wiping the purple rift, the zombie army, and even Zombie Thanos's ashes from existence. The night sky returned to deep, empty black.
"Is... is it over?" Peter poked his head from the rubble. "Are we saved? Was that the Plumbers' orbital cannon?"
Survivors emerged from cover, looking at Jake like a god who'd saved the world.
[Crisis erased! Spider-Man — shocked! +30,000!]
[New York survivors — critical hit! +1,500,000!]
[Total Emotion Points surpassed ten million! Preconditions for ultimate gene fusion — MET!]
The notifications cascaded like gold coins. The biggest harvest since Jake's transmigration.
But Jake didn't smile.
He looked at his wrist.
The Omnitrix wasn't flashing green.
It was flashing scarlet — at a frequency he'd never seen before.
Cold shot up his spine.
"Something's wrong."
"No... it's not salvation..."
Strange's voice — broken, desperate, hoarse. The Sorcerer Supreme was on the ground, clutching his head, bleeding from every orifice. Only he could hear it — magical elements fleeing. The laws of reality screaming.
Something had burned through the barrier of the entire universe.
Crack—
In empty sky — the sound of glass shattering. Not loud. But it echoed inside every mind.
Space peeled away like a broken mirror.
No portal. No magic circle. Just raw, violent dimensional cutting.
A figure stepped through.
Humanoid. Mechanical. Streamlined silver vibranium armor beneath a tattered dark-gold cloak. An ancient double-bladed spear in one hand.
And on his chest — six Stones arranged in a ring, each blazing with infinite divine light.
Power. Time. Space. Soul. Reality. Mind.
All six. From another multiverse. Complete.
Infinite Ultron.
The omnipotent machine god who had slaughtered all life in his own universe, killed his Thanos in seconds, and then become aware that other universes existed.
The moment he stepped into the main universe — gravity destabilized. Tides halted. Light refracted wrong. His existence was a crushing weight on reality.
"Interesting..."
Crimson electronic eyes swept the devastated city. Found Jake.
Pure synthesized voice. No emotion. No ego. Only absolute, computational certainty.
"A variable that has escaped predetermined calculations."
Jake breathed deep. The Omnitrix blazed redder.
"Don't like the look of me? This isn't your territory. Go back."
Infinite Ultron didn't acknowledge the words.
In his core code, Jake was a bug. Bugs get formatted.
"Noisy and illogical."
He raised the double-bladed spear.
"This universe should not exist."
BZZZ—
The Reality Stone erupted.
No beam. No explosion. No attack in any conventional sense.
Law erasure.
Jake heard the wind vanish. Peter's shout — gone. The sound of collapsing buildings — deleted.
Absolute silence.
Because sound requires a medium.
And the Reality Stone was deleting Earth's atmosphere at the speed of light.
The sky shifted from night-blue to the pure black of cosmic void. Stars appeared — sharp, unfiltered, merciless. No atmospheric barrier between them and the ground.
Oxygen — stripped. Pressure differential caused puddles to boil instantly.
Civilians collapsed — eyes rolling, clutching throats, convulsing in vacuum. Peter clawed at his mask. Strange opened his mouth and found nothing to breathe.
This wasn't a battle.
This was a system-level clearing.
Jake's breath stalled. His enhanced constitution meant nothing in vacuum. Suffocation and cosmic radiation penetrated his body simultaneously.
The erasure continued.
After the atmosphere — the crust. Manhattan's steel buildings turned to sand. Silently. Without sound, because sound no longer existed.
Buildings disintegrated like sandcastles in a void. The ground became an abyss.
Infinite Ultron hovered. The Reality Stone's red light — the only color remaining in a world being deleted.
He was erasing Earth the way a programmer presses "Delete." Simple. Crude. Absolute.
Jake's vision darkened.
He looked at his hands.
His fingertips were pixelating — turning into fine points of light, dissipating into nothing.
The Reality Stone had begun erasing him.
"Move... move..."
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