Free Web NovelChapter 303: Chapter 303: The Birth of the Second Son
At noon, the sky above Westview abruptly turned a deep crimson red without warning, like a vast blood-colored velvet curtain that shut out both sunlight and hope.
Standing before a second-floor window, Levi quietly gazed at the ominous heavens. The unsettling scarlet glow reflected faintly in his deep eyes.
This wasn’t his doing.
A far older and far greater malice was knocking at the door of this false world.
A suppressed groan behind him interrupted his thoughts.
Wanda gripped the bedsheets so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. Scarlet Chaos Energy surged from her body like an uncontrolled tide, rippling outward in waves. The force shook dust and plaster from the walls, while the air itself seemed to burn from energy overload.
The birth had come three full weeks early.
In a single step, Levi crossed the room and arrived at her bedside. One hand covered Wanda’s icy fingers while the other rested gently on her swollen abdomen. His perception flowed inward like liquid mercury, instantly locating the source of the disturbance.
The child inside was struggling violently.
Vast amounts of Chaos Energy slammed against the natural restraints of the womb, like a young beast desperately trying to break free of its cage.
Almost immediately, Levi identified the culprit.
"Thor..."
His gaze pierced through layers of illusion and settled on Nordic Power Gym in town.
The God of Thunder—whom Levi had brainwashed into thinking of nothing but muscles and protein shakes—was currently performing demonic squat exercises while carrying a specially disguised one-ton barbell made from Stormbreaker and all Six Infinity Stones.
His thousandth squat.
The resonance generated by the power of Asgard and the fundamental energies of the universe struck like an invisible hammer, precisely shattering the weakest point in Levi’s law barrier. The resulting ripple directly stimulated the unborn child, whose sensitivity to energy was beyond normal comprehension.
"This muscle-brained idiot..."
Levi muttered a curse under his breath, though there was more helplessness than anger in his voice.
Outside, the abnormalities intensified.
The townspeople began turning blurry and transparent before breaking apart into countless flickering pixels, like a television suffering from a failing signal.
Westview—the dream woven from Wanda’s grief and Chaos Magic—was beginning to collapse.
The pain was too intense for Wanda to maintain the illusion.
At the same time, the Void Node hidden beneath the town clock tower—the outlet Levi had used to stabilize and absorb excess energy—awakened like a greedy beast drawn by blood.
It began frantically devouring the Chaos Energy leaking from Wanda’s body.
It had been waiting.
Waiting for Wanda’s weakest moment.
Waiting for the birth of a new god.
Levi’s gaze turned ice-cold.
Leaning down, he gently wiped the sweat from Wanda’s brow.
"Don’t be afraid. I’m here."
His voice was steady and reassuring.
Wanda struggled to open her eyes. Scarlet light blazed within them.
"Anthony..." she whispered weakly. "Our child..."
"He’s strong. Just a little impatient."
Levi squeezed her hand.
"Takes after his father."
A gentle current of Life Law flowed from him into Wanda’s body.
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Meanwhile, inside Nordic Power Gym...
Thor’s mind contained only a single repetitive cycle:
Squat.
Stand.
Squat.
Stand.
But the moment the sky turned crimson, his mechanical movements froze.
Something deep within his soul trembled.
As though something important was awakening.
The black metal weight resting on his shoulders began vibrating violently.
Then a brilliant golden bolt of lightning exploded from within him, instantly blowing the roof off the entire building.
The floodgates of memory burst open.
Glorious Asgard.
His imposing father, Odin.
His loving mother, Frigga.
And Loki’s face—that familiar expression carrying thirty percent cunning and seventy percent punchability.
Memories, emotions, sorrow, and regret crashed into him like a tsunami.
He wasn’t a fitness coach.
He was the son of Odin.
King of Asgard.
Thor, God of Thunder.
"Le—vi—!"
Thor threw back his head and roared.
The barbell in his hands shattered amidst raging lightning before reforming into the weapon of destruction and rebirth:
Stormbreaker.
One after another, the Six Infinity Stones lit up along its surface. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
Thor stared at the two-story house at the end of the street.
His expression was impossibly complicated.
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Elsewhere, Wade Wilson, dressed as a mailman, crashed onto the sidewalk along with his bicycle.
The mental wall Levi had personally erected to suppress his nonstop chatter finally collapsed.
"Ohhh yeah! I can talk again!"
Wade ripped off the blue postal uniform, revealing his flashy red-and-black suit beneath.
Springing to his feet, he shouted at an empty street:
"Hey! You there! Yes, you! The one staring at the screen!"
"Do you have any idea how inhumane it is to force a chatterbox to stay quiet for ninety Chapters?!"
"I was this close to having full conversations with Lefty and Righty!"
He dramatically drew both pistols and fired twice at the enormous black hand slowly emerging from the void overhead.
Bang! Bang!
The bullets passed uselessly through the shadowy mass.
"Well, I tried."
Wade shrugged and blew smoke from his pistols.
"Lunch break."
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In a nearby kitchen, Agatha Harkness nearly dropped the plate she was washing.
The return of her memories left her pale.
But she silently picked up the plate and continued scrubbing.
After glancing at the colossal hand in the sky—a thing that radiated the aura of universal annihilation—she wisely decided to remain an ordinary, harmless neighbor.
A battle between beings on that level wasn’t something a depowered witch like her could participate in.
She wouldn’t even qualify as cannon fodder.
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When Levi appeared once more at the window, the giant hand had already descended onto the roof.
Its shadow swallowed the entire house.
The air was saturated with an aura of anti-existence, a presence that caused all things to wither and even made universal laws tremble.
The Anti-Monitor.
The ancient devourer of multiverses had finally been drawn by the scent of a newborn god.
Wanda’s child—
A perfect fusion of Chaos Magic and Void Essence.
To the Anti-Monitor, it was the finest vessel imaginable.
Levi vanished.
The next instant, he stood atop the giant hand.
He no longer suppressed his aura.
Space.
Time.
Power.
Life.
Death.
Fourteen separate fundamental cosmic laws manifested around him as streams of radiant light and profound darkness.
Even the void itself warped beneath his feet.
"Leave."
A single cold word.
Emotionless.
Levi raised his hand.
A sphere of intertwined black and white light formed in his palm, endlessly creating and annihilating itself.
Existence Exchange.
The sphere drifted gently into the giant hand.
There was no explosion.
Only silence.
The colossal hand appeared like a pencil sketch being erased from reality.
Starting at the fingertips, the very concept of its existence was forcibly deleted, dissolving into absolute nothingness.
Yet it did not collapse.
A purer, more violent will of destruction surged from the depths of the void.
For a brief moment, it resisted the erosion of the laws.
"The vessel... is mine..."
The cold, immense thought echoed directly inside Levi’s mind.
Greed radiated from every syllable.
A cruel smile appeared on Levi’s lips.
He slowly brought his hands together.
Instantly, a domain composed entirely of golden law-runes expanded outward, engulfing all of Westview.
Every illusion froze.
Time itself seemed suspended.
"My wife is giving birth."
His voice echoed through the frozen world.
"Even if the King of Heaven himself showed up..."
"He can wait."
With a wave of his hand, the Law of Destruction condensed into a pitch-black spear capable of devouring all light.
It carried absolute entropy.
Absolute endings.
And it pierced straight through the giant wrist.
This time—
There was no resistance.
The giant hand shattered amidst a scream of agony, dissolving into black mist.
The Void Node beneath the clock tower overloaded and collapsed shortly afterward.
The threat was gone.
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Levi returned to the bedroom as though he had never left.
At that exact moment—
A newborn’s cry rang out across the entire town.
The clear cry pierced the crimson sky like an invisible sword.
Wherever the sound reached, every false thing—streets, buildings, people—cracked and shattered like glass.
Westview’s shell broke apart.
Reality emerged.
Levi held a newborn baby boy in his arms.
The child’s skin was nearly translucent in its fairness, topped with a tuft of pale golden hair.
Within his tiny body flowed two opposing supreme powers:
Wanda’s Chaos Magic.
And the Void Essence that Levi had devoured and refined.
The two forces existed in perfect, uncanny balance.
Wanda weakly opened her eyes.
Her gaze first settled on the baby, then shifted toward Levi.
There was uncertainty there.
And hope.
"He’s real... right?"
"Yes, Wanda."
Levi carefully placed the child into her arms.
His voice was incredibly gentle.
"He’s more real than anything else in this world."
Outside, the red barrier completely vanished.
The fictional town disappeared.
In its place stood the familiar grounds and green lawns of the Avengers Compound. freёwebnoѵel.com
Thor stood in the yard, Stormbreaker resting on his shoulder as he watched silently.
Nearby, Wade squatted against a wall, casually eating a burrito he had somehow acquired.
"Give him a name," Levi said softly.
Wanda remained silent for a long time.
Her eyes never left the tiny life in her arms.
A sacred maternal radiance shone from her face.
"Arthur."
She spoke the name softly.
"We’ll call him Arthur."
As if responding to his mother’s voice, the infant slowly opened his eyes.
They were beautiful, pure crimson eyes—
Exactly like Wanda’s.
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