A streak of radiant light rose from Flashpoint Universe One, like the gentle warmth of a newborn sun.
Amidst the boundless, dazzling aurora, antimatter energy was dissipating at a pace visible to the naked eye. As the power of death spread across the void, the torrent of life force once absorbed by the Anti-Monitor began to dissolve and fade.
Through the shimmering barrier of reality, Alex could clearly see Kara and Pietro—now avatars of Life and Death. The energy radiating from them was pouring back into Flashpoint Universe One, nurturing it, restoring it. And the heroes still standing on the battlefield? They reaped its blessings.
Those who had been cybernetically altered by Apokolips—members of the Justice League—were finally restored to their true human forms. Shazam's severed leg regenerated. His blinded eyes healed. Every scar vanished. Even the warriors who had fallen in battle were given new life under the touch of this divine force.
The chaotic energy of the universe calmed in an instant.
Far across the wastes of the ruins timeline, Franklin Richards—who had fought tirelessly as a Giant of Light to protect the Wasteland Universe—finally managed to reforge his body inside the House of Mystery. He collapsed weakly onto a couch.
"…It's finally over."
Franklin closed his eyes. Even for him, this battle had taken a tremendous toll.
"It is over."
Behind the couch, Sentry Robert lay sprawled on the floor, unconscious, snoring peacefully.
Alex quietly pulled his gaze back. A subtle smile lifted the corner of his mouth.
The final endgame had arrived. The greatest threat was no more. Now, it was time for his part of the story to begin.
He tightened his grip on the blackened blade in his hand—the Voidblade—his eyes turning toward the horde of shadowy figures in front of him, thousands strong. And beyond them… a grotesque entity that had just clawed its way out from the Abyssal Rift.
An eerie howling echoed through the void.
Tainted energy—some familiar, some alien even to him—began to rise and churn under the influence of corruption, distorting space.
"You underestimated them, Watcher."
Alex spoke calmly, smiling as the blade in his hand reflected the Watcher's shocked expression.
"You thought I was the greatest threat to this world… but you ignored its true power. The multiverse doesn't revolve around me. Even though I carry deep corruption, I've learned to control it."
Streams of inky-black energy began to swirl around Alex. They hadn't just appeared—they had always been there, hidden from all perception. Until now.
Now, they chose to reveal themselves—coiling around the edge of his blade.
"This… is the true nature of things."
Alex looked down at the Voidblade, now cloaked in a strange, light-as-smoke, tar-like essence—energy that pulsed like it was alive.
"Do you remember when you threw me into the mutant universe, Watcher? That explosion of energy instantly converted everything around my arrival point into these very same shadowed, silent beings. Back then, I didn't understand what it meant. But now…"
His gaze turned to the grotesque human-like figures twisted from worms—creatures he had slain one by one.
Alex's expression grew solemn.
"…Now I do."
At their core, the echoes of these multiversal anchor beings were no different from the corrupted entities—they only varied in the strength of the energy they contained.
But regardless, these beings…
Alex smiled faintly.
"You—"
Sensing the shift in Alex, the Watcher was suddenly struck by an overwhelming sense of unease. It was the same feeling he had when the Anti-Monitor had abruptly perished—everything he had meticulously planned was now spiraling beyond his control.
"What are you trying to do?!"
Alex didn't answer. His response came through action.
This time, it wasn't the shadows that launched the assault—it was Alex himself!
With a flash of the Voidblade, the surrounding darkness thickened. In a single, unimpeded stroke, he decapitated a druid-like shadow before him. In the blink of an eye, it dissolved into a swirling black mist.
But unlike before, the black mist didn't simply vanish. Instead, it was pulled by an unseen force—racing directly toward Alex.
With a sweep of his hand, the mist surged into his palm, compressed into pure energy, and rapidly fused into his body.
Feeling the newly absorbed energy surging through his limbs, Alex let out a soft grunt of satisfaction and clenched his fists with force.
"Just as I thought!"
"That's impossible!"
The Watcher stared in disbelief.
He had never expected that the corruption within Alex would be even more bizarre than imagined. Even in the face of chaotic corruption that not even the Watcher could easily withstand, Alex was absorbing it—replenishing himself with it.
But it wasn't just raw power that Alex was taking in—he was also assimilating the corrupted essence at the very core of these beings, fully bringing their tainted source under his control.
To the Watcher, this was nothing short of heresy.
He had seen countless universes collapse and fracture under the pressure of corruption. And yet, Alex's body was somehow containing entirely different strains of corruption—without falling apart. It left the Watcher completely frozen.
But while the Watcher stood still, Alex didn't stop moving.
He had once attempted to absorb fragmented corruption before. Back then, Miss Minutes had warned him that his energy would destabilize the shadow's molecular structure. Now, as he felt the overwhelming power bursting within him, Alex finally understood his true potential.
A Wolverine-like figure lunged at him, roaring—Alex took it down in just two moves. Another figure, wielding the Twelve Talismans, tried to challenge him head-on. Alex drove the Voidblade straight through its skull without hesitation.
"No… No, this can't be happening!"
The Watcher's stunned expression twisted into sheer terror as he watched Alex tear through the horde like a wolf among sheep. His entire form began to tremble uncontrollably.
After a brief silence, the Watcher made his decision.
He whipped around and stared toward the direction of Universe Flashpoint-1 and the Wasteland Universe.
This wasn't over.
It was far from over.
If he could throw those two corruption-infested universes into the Rift to complete the seal—even if it meant sacrificing his life to keep Alex and the parasites out—it would be worth it.
Narrowing his eyes, the Watcher glanced back at Alex. At that moment, Alex was locked in battle with countless shadowy enemies. Among them were not just ordinary echoes, but terrifying figures born in destruction—each carrying overwhelming power and corruption.
Unlike the others, Alex couldn't fully absorb the energy from these ones.
"Is it because they were born differently?"
Alex furrowed his brow as the massive force reverberated through the ink-black blade in his hand, sending a numb ache through his palm.
After forcibly driving one opponent back, Alex stared at the endless swarm of crawling worms emerging from the dimensional rift. A trace of hesitation flickered in his heart.
There was no point continuing to fight here—the priority was to seal this rift and halt the descent of the corruption. Otherwise, the number of these parasites would only grow.
With that thought, Alex steadied his breath.
But just then, he suddenly sensed the Watcher's presence rapidly fading. In a blink, it had exited this spatial layer and was fleeing at high speed into the distance.
"You dare!"
His expression twisted. Alex didn't need to guess to know exactly what the Watcher was after.
An explosion of terrifying energy erupted from him, making the entire cosmic sector tremble violently.
For the first time, pure killing intent surged from Alex's heart.
In the next instant, the crimson, molten ground beneath his feet turned a sickly green, and the corrupted energy spread rapidly across the cracked terrain, swallowing it whole.
Emerald-green flames roared to life. The shattered surrounding space became fuel. The firelight reflecting from the mirrored realm even ignited the world within the glass. Everything began to twist and tremble.
The Watcher didn't dare slow down. He knew full well how horrifying the power Alex had absorbed was—
No, it wasn't "absorbed". It was more like… reclaimed.
It had all been a mistake.
From the beginning, it had all been wrong.
Alex was nothing like the other corruption sources the Watcher had seen beyond the rift. He was something far more elusive and terrifying. From the very start, Alex had possessed the power to annihilate the multiverse.
Only—
Back then, Alex didn't even know how to use that power.
The threat closing in behind made cold sweat bead on the Watcher's forehead, but when he saw the universe known as Flashpoint-1 appear before him, he allowed a smile to creep across his face.
Finally—
!?
Suddenly—
The ruins of a collapsed universe, long eroded to nothing, surged back into existence.
Timelines once decayed flared up again. The broken remains inflated like a balloon, suddenly stuffed with chaotic torrents of cosmic energy. In an instant, the power overflowed and set the ruins universe into motion again.
The future turned into history, shattered timelines reversed course, and fragments of lost realities were reassembled. Blank pages of history were written anew.
"This… what is this…?"
The Watcher barely managed to stop himself from crashing into the resurrected ruins now standing between him and his destination.
He had seen timelines and realities rewritten before—
When Deadpool inherited Wolverine's anchor role, that universe was reborn, narrowly avoiding collapse.
But this—
This brute-force rewriting of a timeline, utterly ignoring the progress of life within it, patching it together with fabricated history… this was something even the Watcher had never witnessed.
More than anything, within that surging energy, the Watcher felt something hauntingly familiar.
In the air ahead, from within a swirling cloud of black mist, a purple hexagon tore open space.
It appeared amid lightning and chaotic streams of multiversal information.
At that exact moment, the murderous fury in Alex's heart trembled. His gaze was drawn to that hexagon in the sky.
And in that blink—
A pair of unclear, confused eyes appeared in Alex's vision!
"This feeling…"
His killing intent evaporated. Shock overtook him.
A memory fragment flashed through his mind—
A moment from just after he'd left the Deadpool Massacre of the Marvel Universe.
Those blurry fragments—those vague, indistinct eyes—were his own!
From outside time, from within history.
Yes...
The place he stood now was exactly that—a rift beyond time. And that so-called "history" referred to the "past" of the ruins universe.
Because the collapse of that universe had started from the future, the fracture in the timeline had caused the future to become the past, and its destruction to proceed in reverse.
Which meant—
What he had seen back then, what he'd assumed came from the past, had actually come from...the future!
"Impossible!!"
The Watcher let out a panicked cry, but it was already too late. That terrifying, corrupted force—mixed with infinite information from higher-dimensional realms—flooded into his vision in an instant. Just one glance at that endless stream of data was enough to overload even a mind that had observed countless eons of the multiverse.
In that moment, his consciousness crashed.
As more and more corruption surged into his psyche, cracks began forming across his undefined, cosmic form.
The Watcher tried to scream, but couldn't.
Countless visions—like a rapid-fire slide projector—flashed through his mind. One second stretched into centuries, and then…
His consciousness completely shattered.
Along with it, the energy-form that had never truly been physical—never truly definable—was erased.
It all happened so fast that Alex barely had time to react.
The Watcher was swept away by that tsunami of corrupted multiversal information, and was erased outside the timeline of the ruins universe.
"…Well, I guess that saves me the trouble,"
Alex swallowed hard and muttered to himself.
Just then, Miss Minutes' voice suddenly rang out in his mind:
[Sir, they're multiplying rapidly. I'm afraid the Watcher's death has destabilized the horde. We must seal the rift—now!]
"…Right."
Alex turned around. His gaze landed on the ever-widening rift, and his expression grew grim.
"But the problem is…
Do I really have the power to fix all of this?"
[Of course you do.]
[You're omniscient and omnipotent. You're the one true Lord of Time in this universe. Since this rift was created when you descended into this world, it can—no, it must—be repaired by your power.]
Hearing that, Alex's brow furrowed deeply.
He hadn't forgotten the Watcher's plan—To repair the rift by sacrificing Flashpoint-1 and the Wasteland Universe, both infected with corruption.
"So the only way to mend the rift…is to use polluted universes as the sacrifice?"
He sighed, shaking his head helplessly.
Raising his eyes once more, he stared at the ever-growing flood of inky black silhouettes pouring out.
Another sigh escaped him.
"But before that, the bigger issue is...we have to deal with these guys first."
With these corrupted shadows blocking the way, there was no way to get close to the rift—let alone repair it.
And if they didn't fix it?
More would come.
An infinite loop.
A cosmic perpetual motion machine.
Then—
A voice echoed faintly behind him: "What's troubling you now?"
Suddenly—
A voice rang out behind Alex.
Hearing that voice, Alex's eyes widened instinctively, but in the next instant, his expression softened.
A smile slowly reappeared on his face. He pressed his lips together and turned around, emotions swirling in his eyes.
"I told you—you're nothing without me."
The first thing he saw was Kara's smile.
Alex didn't answer. He just nodded gently with a smile.
"I knew it," Tony Stark chuckled, stroking his goatee. "You wouldn't vanish without a reason. But wow, the situation on your end seems even more insane than ours."
Standing beside him were Pietro, Ashley, Luthor, both Batmen, Clark, and a crowd of other superheroes.
Though they had just survived a brutal battle, their spirits were much higher than Alex expected. Every single one of them radiated fighting intent—even the Rainbow Thief and Baron Blood were cracking their knuckles.
"Leave these monsters to us."
Pietro stepped up in front of Alex with confident eyes.
"Ah," Alex said softly.
"You're the Captain. You call the shots."
"Heh!"
They exchanged a smile.
Alex turned slowly, Kara and Pietro stepping forward in sync, flanking him on either side.
"I'm counting on all of you," Alex said seriously.
Everyone present instinctively nodded.
"Overseers—"
A black scythe appeared in Pietro's hand in a blink. He swung it with force, the blade slicing through the air and pointing at the endless tide of shadowy figures.
"Assemble!!"
"Charge!!"
As if his command was a trigger, the battlefield ignited with fury.
Everyone let out a battle cry in unison and fearlessly charged toward the distorted shadows. These chaotic energy beings were once something to be avoided—but not anymore.
Because they were Overseers.
Sentrys of the entire Marvel Multiverse!
The first line of defense against multiversal corruption!
As the two armies clashed with explosive force, Alex's figure vanished in a flicker, traversing the battlefield and arriving at the gaping rift.
From high above, he gazed down at the strange and chaotic rupture. His lips were dry—he licked them unconsciously.
"On the other side of this is…"
Staring deep into the rift, Alex closed his eyes, clearing his mind of the clutter and doubt.
[My Lord!]
Miss Minutes's voice echoed from within, urging Alex—reminding him that time was slipping away.
Alex understood all too well just how critical the situation was. Now was not the moment to hesitate. He had to do what only he could do.
"Two universes, both steeped in corruption…"
He murmured, eyes flicking toward the ruins of the Wasteland Universe, now stabilized by the insertion of blank timelines. The collapse had been halted—unstable, yes, but usable.
"One down."
He narrowed his eyes and raised a hand.
"The second…"
In the next moment, a pitch-black abyss emerged before him.
"Perfect."
It was a unique universe. A splintered-off reality. A world drenched in hopeless corruption. And most importantly—it was a universe completely under Alex's control.
Alex's gaze lingered on his hand for a moment as he called out to Miss Minutes.
"Lend me your strength now, milady."
[Always ready at your command!]
Miss Minutes responded with excitement.
At her signal, Alex summoned from the Abyssal Vault Universe a sealed reality—Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe—and hurled it straight toward the dimensional rift.
The moment that universe appeared, the rift reacted as if it had sensed something terrifying. A powerful gravitational pull erupted from within. Standing too close, Alex staggered and nearly got sucked in. Breaking into a cold sweat, he hastily retreated.
As Alex backed away, both the Deadpool-Kills Universe and the newly-born Wasteland Universe were yanked forward, tearing through the fabric of space, surging toward the rift under the pull of its immense force.
Alex's heart skipped a beat—but just then, the writhing, corrupted worms crawling out of the rift began to sense the pull as well. They struggled fiercely, roaring in desperation, but nothing could resist the force dragging them inward.
Under the watchful gaze of countless heroes, the two universes—chaotic, twisted, and broken—merged together, fusing directly at the dark heart of the rift.
And in that moment, as if the rift had been struck by some unknown force, its edges began to violently contract. Accompanied by the piercing sound of spatial shards being crushed, the abyssal rift began to collapse—faster and faster—visibly shrinking until it began vanishing entirely.
"…Did it work?"
Alex stood frozen, staring at the unbelievable sight before him.
The merging of the Deadpool-Kills Universe and the Wasteland Universe had far exceeded expectations. It had gone beyond even what the Watchers had originally envisioned.
Before everyone's eyes, the rift—the symbol of endless corruption—finally sealed shut, leaving behind only a twisted, fused timeline, suspended in the vast cosmic sea.
"I never imagined it," Alex murmured. "The history of the 'Deadpool Kills' Universe… actually filled the void in the Wasteland's timeline. Those two realities… created an entirely new world."
[This time, the heroes of that universe… they won't die in their origin stories.]
Miss Minutes smiled brightly—only to frown a moment later.
[But… Lord Alex, where did the Watcher go?]
"Him?"
Alex paused at the question, unsure of how to answer.
But Miss Minutes continued.
[And what about the energy of the Watcher scattered across the universe? What happens to that?]
At this, Alex chuckled softly.
"No need to worry… It'll all go where it's meant to go."
Then, he looked up at the infinite Marvel Multiverse above.
If we had chosen the same path… maybe we could've explored these worlds together. Witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations.
Green flames—cold and eerie—ignited across the void. The energy from the Watcher's burnt-out body coalesced once more, scattered into flickering starlight, and drifted into the long river of time.
And at the far end of that cosmic river, a Timepad, still glowing with faint green flame, materialized from nothing. No one knew what it was. No one knew where it came from. It simply was, as if it had always belonged to every moment in history.
[It's finally over.]
Miss Minutes let out a massive sigh of relief and perched on Alex's shoulder.
"No… it's not over yet."
Alex suddenly shook his head ever so slightly.
Hearing that, Miss Minutes's eyes widened.
[Not over!? But we cut off the corruption completely!]
Seeing her alarm, Alex smiled and shifted his perspective.
His deep gaze pierced through the screen—looking straight at the shadowy figures sitting or standing silently on the other side.
"As I said before… corruption isn't just about one thing. It's born from thoughts and emotions bleeding in from higher dimensions."
He slowly raised his palm.
"And now…"
With a snap of his fingers—
The entire world was plunged into absolute darkness. No light. No sound. No more observation.
"…Now the story is truly over."
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The flickering lights were starkly visible in the darkness.
Countless thoughts surged through his mind, and the already fractured mental world stirred once more—everything felt loud, chaotic, and frenzied.
When the Watcher reopened his eyes, he found himself seated on a chair. In front of him, a large screen was playing scenes that struck him with intense familiarity. Even in the memories he had lost, somewhere deep in his mind, fragments of those images remained.
As he gazed deeply at the characters on the screen, tears unexpectedly traced down his cheeks.
At that moment, a hand reached out from the right, holding a tissue.
"Thank you..."
The Watcher took the tissue and turned to look.
Standing in his view was another bald figure, just like him—smiling warmly, with a look of pure happiness.
It was as if he was welcoming the Watcher home.
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(The End)
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