440. The Upper Narrative!

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"Aha, you've finally decided to show up."

Doctor Strange smiled with a somewhat meaningful expression, then waved his hand again, and a teacup appeared on the plate in front of him.

"I thought you'd never come here to 'visit' us after you discarded us like trash."

Upon hearing Doctor Strange's somewhat aggressive remark, Alex didn't show any unnecessary emotion. He simply shook his head slightly and spoke in a soft voice.

"You know I had no choice, Stephen. If it were you, how would you have handled all of this? The deaths of the heroes have already become an established reality, and all the dimensions have drifted away from reality. In that situation, who would you turn to for help?"

Upon hearing this, Doctor Strange fell silent. He turned back to his seat and crossed his legs.

Indeed, there was no other option. Even as Earth's Supreme Sorcerer, Doctor Strange couldn't come up with a better solution.

After being trapped here, Doctor Strange had plenty of time to review the disaster his universe was about to face, but no matter how he calculated or theorized, the result was always the same—destruction.

Perhaps, when the contamination envelops their world and spreads to the main universe, the heroes of the main universe will rise up in resistance.

Some of them, someone carrying a seed of hope, might uncover the secrets behind all of this and try to fight back against the invasion. Maybe they would succeed, but that wouldn't matter.

The heroes of the main universe would prioritize saving their own world, and as for this universe, Doctor Strange's universe, it would ultimately be destroyed into dust.

This was beyond doubt.

In comparison, the actions of the wizard before him were undoubtedly more intelligent. It was hard to imagine how he came up with this decision in such a short time. In this regard, Doctor Strange felt inferior.

After all, even he himself had fallen victim to the contamination. If the Punisher hadn't found him, he might have already died in the chaotic battle with Deadpool.

"So, what's the reason you're here?" Doctor Strange asked flatly. "Or, what was your purpose in sending this guy here?"

"I don't have any ulterior motives, and no hidden agenda." Alex paused for a moment, then glanced at the Punisher, who was still holding his axe and glaring at him. "You can put down your axe now, big guy. Don't act like it's the first time you've met me."

"Hmph."

The Punisher snorted but didn't say anything further. Instead, he slowly put down his axe, and the blade made a dull thud as it hit the ground.

"In your universe, this is the first time I've come across the concept of 'mental contamination.' Since then, I've been studying this strange energy that might threaten the entire universe. The Sentry is one of its subjects."

Alex gazed at the Sentry, who had reverted to human form. He didn't find it particularly surprising that the Sentry had been healed. Without the interference of contamination, the zombie virus within the Sentry wasn't particularly dangerous.

"The Sentry's universe had a particularly severe outbreak of a zombie plague due to certain reasons. It was a special virus disguised by mental contamination. Not even the greatest heroes of that world were immune to it."

"I've checked the Sentry's memories; they're chaotic and disordered. It's a very despairing world, but I never considered the possibility of contamination," Doctor Strange said, stroking his chin.

"It turns out that contamination isn't an unspeakable force. It has its own pattern, attached to some underlying logic. Give it an 'excuse,' and it can destroy everything beautiful."

Alex extended one finger and spoke in a deep voice.

"Deadpool's immortality gave him near 'invincible' potential. We all know his power comes from his powerful healing factor, which doesn't truly grant immortality.

But with just a little help from mental contamination, achieving true 'immortality' isn't that difficult. Similarly, Deadpool's madness and his ability to break through mental barriers are also key factors.

Imagine this: an immortal madman, no different from an ordinary person, slaughtering the entire world, a powerful extraordinary being renowned for this. How wonderful would that be?"

Then, Alex extended a second finger and continued.

"As for the Sentry's world, pure despair, blood, and shattered flesh—no need for much decoration or embellishment. The 'zombie virus' is the perfect carrier.

When the former heroes become bloodthirsty monsters, when all the powerful guardians fall one by one, and no one is left to resist the 'virus' invasion…

This kind of destructive, violent, and bloody aesthetic—don't you find it fascinating?"

"Fascinating?"

The Punisher's eyes burned with fury, and he shouted angrily, "Fascinating for whom? All I see are broken families! And the indescribable despair!"

"That's only how you see it." Alex raised his index finger upwards, speaking calmly. "But for them, this is nothing more than entertainment. They won't care."

"They... who are they?" The Punisher furrowed his brows and asked, somewhat confused.

"That's a professional question, Punisher."

Alex crossed his arms and began to explain.

"When I fought the Sentry earlier... the zombie Sentry, no offense, I discovered that his mind had been nearly entirely contaminated and formed into a nest. At that moment, I tried to enter his thoughts and actively interact with the contamination.

Do you know what I found inside his head?"

"What did you find?" The Sentry immediately asked.

Looking at the Sentry, who seemed anxious, Alex didn't keep him in suspense and directly answered.

"An IP address. And not just any IP address—one that surpasses our worlds, born from the contamination itself."

"An IP address?"

The Punisher and Doctor Strange exchanged a glance, both clearly surprised.

Although they had previously considered the possibility of more advanced, unknown beings existing beyond this world's dimension, they hadn't imagined that such an entity would be so 'down-to-earth.'

In Doctor Strange's and the Punisher's minds, those indescribable, higher-dimensional beings should have been amorphous, structured from purest energy, capable of creating entire worlds with a blink of an eye.

Every breath they took would cause the world beneath them to collapse, breaking and rebirthing in the cycle of reincarnation, where there would be no concept of time or space—a wondrous realm beyond observation.

But the idea of an 'IP address' in such a realm shattered that terrifying veil, leaving only the image of someone eating fast food and cursing at a computer screen in their minds.

"Contamination is sometimes even more absurd than you imagine. You should understand what 'the unknown is the most terrifying.' Before we uncover their secrets, I hope you can approach this strange energy calmly," Alex said, shrugging his shoulders. He had some guesses about the true nature of the contamination, but the truth still required him to explore further.

After a moment of contemplation, Doctor Strange nodded thoughtfully.

"You make a good point. Actually, during all this time, I've been searching for a way to break the contamination, but those things are even more bizarre than I imagined. I think this might be because of my own background.

After all, I was born in this universe. Though I am the Supreme Sorcerer and the guardian of this universe, when faced with such higher-dimensional scrutiny, I'm afraid I'm not the key to solving this."

As he finished speaking, everyone's gaze turned to Alex.

Though Doctor Strange didn't directly say it, everyone knew that the person he referred to as the key to breaking the deadlock was none other than Alex.

Since Alex had the ability to solve these problems without being affected by the contamination, the task of resolving this situation had to fall to him—no one else could do it. Even Doctor Strange, in his memory of the most powerful beings, couldn't.

"Crow, I'll ask you one thing," The Punisher stared directly at Alex and slowly spoke.

"Go ahead," Alex turned his head to face him.

"I won't hold a grudge over what you've done to us, because from anyone's perspective, your actions were the best decision at the time. But what I want to know is—can our world, the world we're in, be saved?"

The Punisher spoke each word deliberately.

"Don't try to hide anything, don't give me excuses. I just want to know—can our world go back to what it was? Even if it's hopeless, it doesn't matter, as long as we can experience life and death like 'humans' again."

Listening to the Punisher's words, Alex's expression grew serious. After a brief pause, as though weighing his words, Alex spoke slowly.

"Honestly, I can't give you any guarantees. But I can tell you this—if I can uncover the source of the contamination and find a solution, then I can free everything here.

In fact, if you want to bring back the dead, I can do that too."

The Punisher's eyes widened in shock, his breath becoming heavy.

In fact, if it weren't for the parasite worm infecting the timeline and contaminating the entire history, Alex's abilities, with the help of the time controller, could have completely altered history and brought those who had suffered back.

This wasn't like the Flash creating a new timeline to generate parallel universes.

It was more akin to how the Hulk used a snap to bring back the past, or how the fallen Doctor Strange used his body as fuel to create a new universe of his own.

Rewriting the past, creating the future.

"Alright then."

Clenching his fists, the Punisher immediately stood up.

"In that case, this life of mine is yours. You can ask me to do anything."

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