Start in Terra, immortal

"Since you've made up your mind, then so be it."

After speaking calmly, Rosso raised his right hand toward Scott's jar, and the pale golden rune array in his palm reappeared.

Unlike the gentle flow of light seen in previous displays, this time the light suddenly brightened, completely enveloping the tank where Scott was located.

Scott, inside the jar, instinctively closed his eyes.

The light was soft and not dazzling, yet it carried a warmth that penetrated the soul.

To everyone else, there was no earth-shattering sound, nor any disturbance that tore through space. In just a moment, light flowed like water, and the glass jar containing Scott's head was completely empty.

A brief silence fell over the base.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the empty jar, their gazes shifting back and forth between the empty jar and Rosso's face, as if searching for an answer.

Peter couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Where...where did he go?"

Rosso did not answer, and his outstretched hand remained in place. A faint light quietly appeared in the air about a foot in front of him.

The light did not spread, but instead converged inward and intertwined, quickly outlining a blurry human figure.

The outline was initially translucent, as if it were formed by the convergence of light dust, but as the light particles filled and stabilized, the outline became clearer and more realistic.

In just a few breaths, a complete human figure floated in front of everyone. It was a tall man wearing a brown jacket.

His eyes were closed, his face was peaceful, and his chest rose and fell slightly with his gentle breathing, making him look like he was asleep.

It is Scott Lang who has regained his complete body.

"Scott..." Bucky whispered, almost unable to believe his eyes.

Vision's Mind Stone on his forehead flickered slightly, as if it were conducting some kind of scan.

"Vital signs are intact...brainwave activity is stable. Is this...a real physical body? No, it feels different..."

Dr. Banner stepped forward, his eyes behind his glasses filled with shock and curiosity: "This...this doesn't conform to the law of conservation of mass-energy...You reconstructed his body? With what?"

"Spiritual matter," Rosso offered a simple term without going into detail. "There's no need to be alarmed. Although he only has a head left, Vision restored his soul when he healed him with the Mind Stone. I simply used spiritual matter and energy to reshape his body."

Just then, Scott, who was suspended in the air, twitched his eyelids and slowly opened his eyes.

At first, his eyes held a blankness and a dazed look, as if he had just emerged from deep water. He blinked, his gaze unfocused as he scanned his surroundings, seemingly unaware that he was suspended in mid-air.

He subconsciously raised his hand, placed it in front of his eyes, and slowly opened and closed it again, as if to confirm the existence of this hand.

Then, his gaze moved downwards and he saw his arms, chest, legs... and further away, his familiar companions, their faces filled with shock, worry, and disbelief.

"I..." Scott opened his mouth, his voice a little dry, but incredibly real, "My hands... my body..."

His feet touched solid ground. Rosso had somehow managed to place him steadily on the cold floor of the base.

Scott looked down at his feet, which were clad in old leather shoes, and tentatively took a small step forward.

His knees bent, his feet touched the ground, and the sensation was incredibly real. He took one step after another, and in less than ten seconds, he went from staggering to steady.

He stopped, raised his head, and looked past everyone, as if piercing through the ceiling of the base, towards a distant place that only he could see.

Tears welled up unexpectedly and slid down his face, which looked younger than ever before.

"Hope..." he choked out, uttering the name, "I...I felt it...it was blurry...but...it seemed like she was waiting for me..."

He turned sharply to look at Rosso, tears still streaming down his face, but he forced a smile that was a mixture of sorrow and hope: "There...there really is...there's a second chance, isn't there? It's not my imagination?"

Rosso looked at him quietly and nodded.

Scott took a deep breath, raised his arm, and vigorously wiped his face with his sleeve.

When he looked at the group again, although his eyes were still red, his gaze had become unusually bright and determined.

"That's not a world of the dead. It's more like—heaven!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"There... there is light, there is warmth, there is a feeling... I can't quite describe it, it's like many things can start over."

My head…no, my whole body, felt so “light,” so “clean,” as if I had finally shed something heavy and dirty.

He paused, looked at the glass wall where Wanda was, then at T'Challa, and finally his gaze fell back on Rosso.

"Guys," Scott's voice carried a powerful, almost reassuring quality, a sense of relief that came after such an ordeal.

"I don't know who he is, nor do I know the principles behind his 'spirit world.' But as far as I can tell... it wasn't the end; it was more like a new beginning that we had never imagined."

He looked at Rosso again, this time not with pleading, but with reverence.

"I wonder what you need us for?" Having experienced this form of rebirth, Scott understood Rosso's power better than anyone else present. The fact that such a powerful being was here arguing with a group of 'mortals' clearly meant they still had value.

To everyone's surprise, Rosso first took T'Challa, who was missing a leg, into the spirit world, and then reconstructed his body, which was now a complete body.

After demonstrating the awe-inspiring nature of the body reconstruction once again, he finally answered Scott's question.

"Your mission is to become the saviors of your world."

You need to travel the world, find all the survivors, and ask them if they'd like a new home, while also dealing with all the zombies.

"Us? Just the few of us?" Peter Parker exclaimed. "Even if we could travel the world, our few hands couldn't handle all those zombies!"

Apart from Peter, who couldn't hold back his words, the others also looked incredulous, but considering Rosso's amazing methods, they stopped questioning him.

"If I say you can, then you can." Rosso extended a finger, conjuring magic circles that landed on the backs of the men's hands.

"You'll know when you encounter zombies. As long as you don't provoke Thanos, you'll be fine."

Then, Rosso helped Wanda up from the ground: "Next, her problem is more crucial."