"You?"
Miss Minutes hesitated, her lips parting as she looked at Alex in confusion.
"My lord... I don't quite understand what you mean."
Alex waved his hand—he hadn't expected her to fully comprehend any of it anyway.
His first true encounter with the power of corruption had been during Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe.
That bizarre, worm-like entity had left an unforgettable mark on him.
Its nightmarishly colossal form—like a living planet—shrouded in shadows, emanating a deep rumble while slithering tendrils of darkness twisted around it. Alex wasn't surprised it could strip any intelligent being of their thoughts in an instant, replacing their minds with something... else.
A maddening force, creeping in unnoticed, pulling entire universes into insanity and collapse.
Within that creature's consciousness, Alex could sense no order—only chaos and the deafening noise of madness.
It spread its corruption to everything that perceived it.
For years, Alex had been trying to figure out how to stop it—how to destroy these parasitic entities and neutralize the source of corruption.
But in his single-minded pursuit of external threats, he had overlooked something fundamental: his own uniqueness.
Everything in the multiverse was vulnerable to this corruption.
Even entities as powerful as Mephisto had no choice but to flee when faced with it.
But Alex was different.
The corruption didn't affect him at all.
In fact, over time, Alex had begun to seek out corrupted universes intentionally.
At first, he'd believed it was because he was a traveler—not a native of any world within the multiverse.
He thought maybe he came from a higher-tier reality—what some would call a superior dimension.
And because of that, the corruption couldn't touch him.
Even when staring directly into the void or facing the worms themselves, they couldn't do a thing to him.
Sometimes, they even avoided him, as if his existence were a bizarre anomaly beyond definition—an anchor that couldn't be classified.
Still, every cause must have a reason.
Even if Alex considered this "immunity to corruption" his personal cheat code, it didn't explain why he was immune.
From studying magic to absorbing the energy of other beings, Alex had gradually developed a system of power uniquely suited to him.
And in the process, he discovered something else:
His power could protect others—those on the brink of corruption.
If they were already fully corrupted, trying to intervene would only hasten their demise.
But if Alex acted before the infection took hold, his aura could significantly mitigate the corruption's effects.
He had proof in Pietro and Kara.
They had been with him for a long time and had faced the corruption head-on.
Aside from a few injuries, they remained intact.
It was undeniable—his power was different.
The only thing that can resist corruption... is corruption itself.
At some point, Alex had stopped noticing the most obvious clue: himself.
Unlike those mysterious, indescribable energies, the corruption he'd been hunting might have been walking, talking... through him.
He took a deep breath.
And slowly let it out.
His hands and feet felt cold.
A chill brushed the ends of his hair.
He had never considered the possibility that his very words carried with them a power beyond control.
A ripple from a higher dimension—a resonance too immense for lower realities to endure.
And the moment he admitted he was a traveler from another world...
That's when the corruption began.
Forbidden knowledge, unstable chaos, and incomprehensible energies surged through his voice, pouring into the minds of the Watchers.
He didn't know—couldn't know—what those words might have done.
How badly they might have broken them.
Because most beings couldn't even grasp such concepts.
But the tragedy, and irony, was this:
The Watchers could.
As beings who transcended the multiverse itself, the Watchers were the closest thing to narrative-level entities.
They were dangerously close to touching the higher realm Alex came from.
And that made them... vulnerable.
Perhaps most of the Watchers never noticed the hidden anomalies in those words.
But among them were the brightest minds—masters of forbidden knowledge and cosmic science, descendants of the oldest civilization in the universe.
If they had the will to investigate... then sooner or later, they would uncover the truth.
And in their pursuit of that truth, the corruption embedded in Alex's words had already begun to seep silently into their minds.
The closer one gets to the truth…
…the further they drift from sanity.
It was impossible to imagine what terrifying actions a Watcher might take upon glimpsing the truth behind creation—or what madness they would descend into.
"I think I finally understand how the Dark Watchers came to be."
Alex let out a long, heavy sigh.
His gaze flickered with unease, and his body began to tense as the realization settled in.
[Then, my lord… do you know what their goal is?]
Miss Minutes moved closer to him, curiosity tightening her voice.
[They drew you to this place, brought all these survivors from dying universes here, and even cut off my signal. Why? What are they really after?]
Alex narrowed his eyes.
"Once someone is corrupted… nothing they do should be considered strange.
They knew my objective—that's why they used Deadpool as bait.
Honestly, I don't fully understand their current plans.
But what I do know… is that whatever they're planning, they can't do it themselves."
[What do you mean?]
Miss Minutes blinked.
Standing at the church's front doors, Alex looked up toward the sky.
The clouds hung heavy and low, as if a storm were about to break.
He could smell the moisture in the air.
With a quiet sigh, Alex shook his head.
"Don't you get it yet?
They want to use me to do something.
I don't belong here—I don't belong to this world.
Across countless universes, I remain unique.
No matter what I do, no matter which universe I'm in… I never create timeline branches.
There are no variants of me."
He paused, his expression growing darker.
"That means… any change I cause becomes part of canon reality. An absolute event—one that can't be altered or undone."
[An Absolute Point in Time?!]
Miss Minutes gasped, her eyes flying wide as her mind raced through everything she knew about the multiverse and temporal laws.
She stared at Alex, stunned.
Alex nodded heavily, not denying it in the slightest.
"Yes. Normally, an Absolute Point in Time refers to one singular, fixed event in a universe—something that cannot be changed. If it's altered, the entire universe risks collapsing. For example, in one universe, Doctor Strange's Absolute Point was Christine's death."
"But for me? Everything I've experienced—every universe I've traveled to, every action I've taken in those universes, even trivial things like when I woke up or what I ate—has all become part of a series of Absolute Points."
"In other words, my existence itself has been woven into the multiverse's progression. Even if I wanted to change any of it, I couldn't. No one can go into my past and alter reality."
Staring into the looming storm clouds on the horizon, Alex sighed softly.
"If they really do have some unspeakable agenda… then the only possibility I can think of is this: they want to use me to carry out something irreversible. Something that can't be undone."
[Then why aren't we leaving?!]
Miss Minutes, clearly alarmed by Alex's speculation, stepped forward urgently.
[They've only blocked my signal. If you want, I can open a portal to another universe right now. Even if it costs extra power, we could return to the Wasteland Universe—it's not impossible.]
But Alex didn't answer right away. Instead, he posed a new question.
"Miss… aren't you at all curious what's about to happen in this world?"
[Huh?]
Miss Minutes blinked in confusion.
Alex paused, then continued.
"Deadpool's existence is… unique. He might be the only clue I have to understanding the future trajectory of the multiverse. And I suspect—among the many overlapping, distorted timelines—there's one version of Deadpool that stands out. One that's most important."
"His identity might be the key to uncovering the true source of the corruption… and the biggest secret of all: why I came to this universe in the first place. You understand, right? If I miss this chance… I don't know when the next one will come."
[I understand, my lord… it's just—]
Miss Minutes lowered her voice in frustration, muttering softly.
[You're the great Master of Time, a being above all others. You shouldn't be involved in this kind of danger. Especially knowing they're targeting you, why would you walk willingly into their trap? We could retreat and regroup…]
Hearing that, Alex couldn't help but chuckle. He shook his head gently.
"Miss… always remember—"
[The rougher the seas, the pricier the catch. All glory lies at the summit of peril.]
He turned his gaze back toward the cathedral's darkened hall.
"Besides…"
Alex's eyes narrowed.
"…I have no way out anymore."
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