Zombie Marvel? Luckily, I'm Superman!

On the first level of the spatial ruins, the man in the metal mask sat silently in a dark room.

The communicator in front of him constantly broadcasted reports from his subordinates.

On the surface, everything seems to be going very well.

A large number of highly skilled personnel poured into the space ruins, weakening the forces stationed in the dimensional gap world.

The previous arrangements are also coming into play, with the hidden lines set up in various places being activated one after another.

Although they lost some of their loyal followers, it wasn't a big problem, as they had been preparing for this all along.

As planned, the space ruins have now begun to cause widespread chaos, effectively preventing various organizations and managers from observing or noticing the situation in the dimensional gap world.

But... it seems like we missed a step?

Feeling the energy and aura dissipating within his body, a crack even appeared on the mask of the man in the metal mask.

Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that the mask has more than one crack.

Sure enough, he had a backup plan.

The man in the metal mask remained silent for a moment, then pulled a vial of azure blue potion from his pocket and plunged it into his arm without hesitation.

The potion shimmered with a faint light as it was slowly injected into the metal-masked man's body.

After the injection was completed, the man in the metal mask removed the vial, but did not discard it.

Instead, he stared at the medicine tube until a light slowly appeared inside, then put it back in his pocket.

This potion can stabilize and restore the concept that everything that exists is reasonable. It is also one of the trump cards obtained by the man in the metal mask.

The principle of "existence is its own justification" applies here. This medicine is highly targeted and can generally only be used on time travelers or when someone desperately wants to preserve something that shouldn't exist.

It could even be said that it could reverse what happened at a specific point in time in a short period of time.

Time travelers are forcibly eliminated by time due to its aversion to them. Injecting this stuff can make their existence seem legitimate and render time powerless against them.

For example, Christine, the lover of Doctor Strange in some universes, could not have her demise no matter what Strange did, because that time was an absolute point in time, a node that could not be changed.

This was also a prerequisite for Strange to become Doctor Strange in those universes.

However, if this medicine is used, Christine can survive, and without affecting the absolute timeline.

However, the cost of reversing the change is enormous. The medication will become ineffective over time due to significant deviations in the course of the process, at which point it will need to be re-injected.

However, the self-replenishment of the medicine also takes time, and the longer the reversal takes, the faster the medicine will lose its effectiveness, thus the replenishment cannot keep up with the consumption.

That's why it's said that absolute time can only be reversed for a short period of time.

As he felt his own aura and presence become solid again, the man in the metal mask visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

"That old bastard, he really did have a backup plan. Looks like we need to speed things up."

The metallic sound and tone emanated from beneath the mask, and the masked figure reached out.

Points of light gradually appeared above, coalescing into a cylindrical, white, phantom image.

The cylinder is divided into nine layers, each labeled with some information.

This is the monster that has almost permeated the entire space ruins and continues to be released.

This is also one of the Metal Mask Man's trump cards.

The light on the cylinder is gradually changing, increasing in intensity from the bottom to the top.

It's not a special feature, but rather it displays in real time the remaining monsters and playable space on the current floor.

The first floor was almost completely dark, with only a little light remaining.

The man in the metal mask looked at the monster parameters on the eighth floor and the still-silent ninth floor, and fell into deep thought.

The origins of the beam of light are quite complex, and its function is not simply to release monsters.

The man in the metal mask speculated that this thing likely originated from the spatial ruins.

Because through the beam of light, he could even see the current state of each level of the spatial ruins.

It's as if this thing itself is a real-time miniature map of a spatial ruin.

He saw the depths where the eighth-level administrator was located, but he did not display the image, fearing that the administrator would sense that he was being spied on.

After pondering for a while, the man in the metal mask stretched out his other hand and slowly slid his fingers across several points of light on the ninth floor, dragging them to the eighth floor.

Furthermore, they clicked on several locked icons on the eighth floor.

"It's chaotic, even more chaotic. There are still too many people."

Finally, he looked at the centaur hiding in the shadows on the ninth floor, tapped his fingers on the beam of light, as if he was hesitating about something.

In the end, he withdrew his finger and refrained from attacking the centaur for the time being.

Then, I looked at the information at the entrance to the eighth floor.

Lin Yi...

He did not have the authority to synchronize the administrator's memories, nor did he know anything about Lin Yi's future or the meaning of his own existence.

However, based on Lin Yi's current strength and his past behavior, the man in the metal mask has realized that Lin Yi is likely a key figure.

Or rather, it is another huge obstacle.

He regretted not eliminating Lin Yi at the earlier point in time, but it wasn't his fault. At that time, no one even noticed Lin Yi's existence.

Those incompetent people didn't report Lin Yi's information back then, which led to the current situation.

The man in the metal mask naturally shifted the blame onto his subordinates.

Looking at Lin Yi's location, the masked man sneered a few times, then reached out and dragged a point of light from the ninth floor, directly to Lin Yi's vicinity.

After a moment of silence, he looked at the combat strength details around Lin Yi and dragged two more over.

It's not that he doesn't want to drag it out any longer; he wants to leave the rest to the managers!

The brows furrowed beneath the mask, and that fading feeling returned.

How long has it been?

The man in the metal mask sighed and took the vial of medicine out of his pocket.

The azure-blue potion had restored less than a third of his health, and his consumption was already exceeding the potion's recovery rate, with the gap widening rapidly.

"Hopefully... everything will be alright in time."

On the eighth floor, Lin Yi floated to Eli's side, curiously observing Eli's unusually helpless expression.

He glanced thoughtfully at the Kryptonian woman beside him, who was about the same age as Eli's sister.

"This is……"

Being able to stay by Eli's side, she must be one of the top combatants among the Kryptonians. And Eli seems to respect her a lot.

But I've never heard of Eli having an older sister or anything like that.

The man glanced at Lin Yi for a moment, then smirked.

"Lin Yi, how's your memory recovery going?"

The moment he opened his mouth, Lin Yi's pupils contracted.

Wow, there's an expert here?!