Marvel: Death Knight

Wade's encounter with the other world's Deadpool was anything but pleasant. The moment they locked eyes, they glared at each other, and Wade immediately drew his twin katanas, striding forward.

"Damn it, I was supposed to be ruling over the Headhunters' Tribe, not being treated as some test subject here." Recalling the days when he was worshipped by a primitive tribe, Wade couldn't help but feel nostalgic. Those were the good times. Now? A complete disaster.

He grabbed the severed head of the alternate Deadpool. "This... is another me? Ugh, this is embarrassing."

Without hesitation, he raised his blade to strike.

"Step aside," Garus commanded, extending his hand and gripping the air. Wade was instantly flung to the side by an invisible force.

Garus pulled out his temporal traversal wristwatch. In his other hand, he held Frostmourne, its embedded Space Stone glowing with an intense blue light, sending streaks of energy into the watch.

The Space Stone was more than just a gateway to wormholes—it contained an infinite source of power.

As the stone's energy flooded into the wristwatch, restoring its ability to traverse dimensions, Wade's eyes widened. The device activated.

"Wait for me!" Wade shouted, dashing forward.

Howard the Duck also sprinted toward the portal in a panic.

In a flash of light, the two men and one duck vanished, leaving the underground isolation chamber eerily empty once more.

"They actually traveled through?" Connors muttered in astonishment. A biologist by trade, he struggled to comprehend the technology he had just witnessed. What intrigued him more, however, was the zombie Spider-Man in the other room.

...

A light breeze lifted clouds of dust into the air.

Crackling white lightning suddenly lit up the desolate cityscape. Just as Wade had traveled before, an electrified energy dome materialized, shielding the ground momentarily before dissipating. In its wake, the two men, the duck, and the severed head materialized.

"So, this is the world you mentioned?" Garus surveyed the surroundings, seeing no signs of life.

Deadpool's head twitched as he sniffed the air, grimacing. "Yep, this is it. I can smell those damn zombies. Disgusting."

Wade clutched his chest in mock nausea. "Look, I may want to slaughter every universe, but this isn't how I imagined it. God, it reeks! Don't these zombies know basic hygiene?"

"Garus, sir, let's keep moving! We have to find my home. Hey, wait for me!" Howard the Duck was desperate. The last thing he wanted was to be trapped in this nightmare world.

Ignoring them, Garus strode toward a towering skyscraper, its rooftop marked with a distinctive emblem—the Baxter Building of the Fantastic Four.

Deadpool's head nodded. "Yep, this is the place. Dr. Reed Richards' tower. Though, uh, the multiversal transport machine inside is probably busted."

As they walked, the streets were littered with dried blood and unidentifiable yellowish fluids. Not a single living soul—or even a fly—was in sight. The scene was one of absolute desolation.

Garus asked, "Where are the Avengers?"

Deadpool's head scoffed. "Who knows? They're always out hunting for food. Not just on Earth—Asgard, the Nova Corps, the Kree homeworld. Hell, rumor has it they even ate Galactus. It's terrifying."

Galactus got eaten? Could a bunch of zombies really be that powerful, even if they had once been superheroes?

"It's not just the Avengers. Mutants, Inhumans, aliens—countless beings have turned. Even gods weren't spared."

Garus suddenly halted, reaching into the void and pulling out a glowing crystal, emerald-green flames flickering within.

Holding the crystal tightly, he muttered, "System, locate."

A voice, audible only to him, responded, [Coordinates confirmed. Please designate location.]

"Zombie Universe, Earth, New York, Baxter Building."

[Designation complete. Coordinates generated.]

Deadpool's head craned to see. "Garus, what is that thing?"

The others turned their curious gazes toward the crystal in his hand.

"The Sargerite Keystone, capable of pinpointing countless planes of existence and enabling fleet traversal across universes."

"Well, if you've got that fancy toy, how about giving me my wristwatch back?" Wade grumbled, still fixated on his lost device.

"This only works for known locations. I can't just teleport somewhere I've never been."

Boom!

A deafening crash echoed from above. A massive slab of concrete fell from the top of the building, slamming into the ground with a resounding thud.

"Someone's up there."

...

Magneto, Erik Lehnsherr, was in dire straits.

The zombie heroes in front of him stared with ravenous hunger, like starving tigers eyeing their prey.

"Hulk, you always eat the most. This time—fine, I just want his legs," Bullseye conceded under the brute's menacing glare. Even Steve Rogers remained silent.

Heroes without flight or enhanced strength had the hardest time fighting for food. Bullseye and Steve were both on the verge of starvation, their sanity fraying.

As the three bickered, Magneto pressed against the cracked wall, his breath ragged. He hadn't rested in days.

Though driven by an insatiable hunger for flesh, the zombified heroes retained their intelligence—and their powers had only grown stronger.

Metal scraps trembled in response to Magneto's will, forging into a razor-sharp disc.

"Gotcha!" Bullseye leaped from above, flinging a dagger mid-air.

Clang! Instinctively, Magneto rolled aside, his metal disc intercepting the blade before whirling through the air—slicing off one of Bullseye's arms and taking half of Steve's skull with it.

"Oh, shit! My head!" Steve groaned, pressing a hand against the sticky mess of brain matter oozing from his wound.

The walls trembled, dust cascading from above.

"Give it up, Erik," Hulk rumbled. "Accept your fate. Become my meal. You have no escape. Even if you survive us, the horde outside will tear you apart."

A jagged sheet of metal shot toward Hulk's shoulder, barely leaving a scratch. The zombified Hulk was absurdly powerful—though he had lost his regenerative abilities, his durability had multiplied, and he no longer felt pain.

"This city is my domain," Magneto growled. "Metal is everywhere. No one can defeat me here."

Hulk scooped up a chunk of concrete and hurled it at him, smashing through the window behind him.

Taking one last look at the monstrous Hulk, Magneto manipulated the metal around him, lifting himself into the sky. Fighting Hulk was a losing battle. There was no point wasting his strength. His only option was to flee into the unknown.

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