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Within Nolan's core, his inner universe convulsed.
Fusion ignited. Fission followed.
A newborn cosmos roared to life.
Where once floated only protons, neutrons, and electrons, matter began to coalesce.
Stellar clouds the size of galaxies churned in his chest, spiraling inward.
His two mastered domains, the Psionic and Particle Dimensions, linked themselves to this infant universe, their currents threading directly into the forming continuum.
Nebulae condensed into stars.
Planets spiraled into orbits.
Guided by Nolan's will, the internal universe began to mirror the one that birthed him.
A flare blazed deep inside him.
The first to form was a burning sun his Solar System, reborn in miniature.
The eruption of power was instantaneous, waves of radiation surging through every atom of his being.
Nolan opened his eyes; twin supernovas burned in them.
"The power of Galactus…" he murmured, awe and calm blending into one.
"Perfect."
Galactus, the survivor of the previous cosmos, is the embodiment of material reality itself.
He had merged with creation at its rebirth and become its physical principle, a living constant.
No wonder his might touched the multiversal scale.
Every universe carried his echo; some faint, some immeasurable.
This zombie-world version had only reached the Sky-Father tier, but even that was enough.
"Almost done," Nolan whispered.
The cure was ready.
He infused the Osborn anti-zombie serum with his own energy, lacing it with psychic coordinates, then released it like a wave.
Invisible ripples radiated outward from him at faster-than-light velocity, spreading across the material plane and through every connected dimension.
Wherever his mind went, the serum followed washing through matter and spirit alike.
As it passed through other dimensions, his domains consumed them in turn:
The Psionic Dimension, the Particle Field, even the Dark Dimension itself.
In the Dark Dimension, Dormammu never saw it coming.
One heartbeat, he was eternal; the next, obliterated, his essence devoured to nourish Nolan's expanding realm.
The goddess Bast, guardian of Surtur's prison within that same abyss, felt the surge.
The power in her veins tripled.
Once again she silently thanked the day she had chosen to follow this man.
Had she not, she would have perished with the others.
Now, she sat as the new ruler of the Dark Dimension, sovereign by Nolan's will.
Only after claiming that throne did Bast truly comprehend how vast Dormammu's might had been — and how easily Nolan had erased him.
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Nolan's consciousness swept onward, faster than thought.
Everywhere it touched, energy followed.
The cure purified worlds, dimensions, and even conceptual spaces, burning away the lingering virus.
Then, something stirred at the edge of his perception a presence hidden within a black hole.
It opened its sightless eyes and looked toward Earth.
"The Zombie Sentry…"
Nolan almost smiled.
He hadn't expected the Sentry to seal himself inside a singularity to restrain his hunger.
The Sentry's fabled Power of a Million Suns intrigued him.
Not literal stars his body was a conduit to a dimensional field that contained them.
By letting his darker persona, the Void, assume control, he could channel that power freely.
To Nolan's inner universe, that star-dimension was prime nourishment a shortcut.
He wouldn't need to create stars from scratch.
He could simply absorb the dimension whole.
Stars, after all, are the seed of life in any cosmos.
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He acted.
Cosmic energy surged from his hand, carrying the serum into the Sentry's body.
The hunger vanished.
Lucidity returned.
The Sentry blinked, shocked at the sudden quiet in his mind.
The virus the nightmare was gone.
Power exploded from him as he broke free from the black hole's pull, streaking toward Earth, desperate to see the one who had freed him.
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Meanwhile, Nolan examined a droplet of the Sentry's blood, still glowing between his fingers.
He absorbed it.
Instantly, his body rewrote itself again, aligning with a new harmonic.
His awareness brushed a coordinate of the dimensional address of the Starfield Realm, the Sentry once drew from.
"Let's see it."
His mind plunged through the gate.
Countless suns blazed before him ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million.
Once, he would have been overwhelmed by such power.
Now, he judged it… adequate.
The difference between Sky-Father and Singular Universe had never felt so stark.
His inner cosmos unfolded and enveloped the stellar dimension.
Both his Psionic and Particle domains latched on, seizing their matter and energy layers.
The entire realm collapsed inward, drawn into the singularity that was him.
Inside, his universe is filled with stars.
Light poured through every corner of his being.
Energy cascaded in endless cycles of creation, death, and rebirth balanced perfectly.
The missing fragment clicked into place.
"This," Nolan whispered, feeling the multiverse tremble around him, "is what it means to be a Complete Singularity."
He stood now as a fully realized universe, a living cosmos unto himself creator, matter, and law intertwined.
The Infinity Stones within him dimmed; their purpose fulfilled.
He no longer wielded infinity.
He was it.
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