The team: The Aswang, Myrmex, Beatle, Dark, Askal, the Reaper, Slime Tutorial, Lord Marvel, and Happy all finish killing the Wrecker Golems, reaching Malacaniang Palace.
"WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE DAMAGE CONTROL COORDINATORS!?!?" an exasperated Dark yells out.
"The fund for that was skimmed by half the Senators and more than half the Congress. But I suspect that it could be all of them. Including former Prez Narciso," said the Reaper.
"Psh..." said Askal, crossing her arms and walking away, "Congratulations. We're all fucked."
Beatle finishes melting the walls together to create a barrier safehouse for them to hide in while the entire archipelago fell into flames.
"So..." said Lord Marvel. "You guys wanna start repopulating the Philippines?"
Slime Tutorial punches his shoulder to shut him up.
"Dad," said the Aswang. "What the hell is going on?"
"Not entirely... sure..." said the Reaper. "But I suspect that the gala I was supposed to crash was a secret deal between the Congress and Unbreakable..."
"I can believe that. The Congress had connections with America about Shinpinoshima," said Dark. "We were once sent on a mission to hunt and kill its leader to form an international incident that would allow America to build bases there and frame Sinostan."
"Yeah," said Askal, pacing around. "I suspect that Unbreakable has been planning an attack for months now."
Myrmex spins around. "Question. I know, this is a bad time to talk about this, but who's holding Unbreakable back...?"
Hercules coughs, being slammed into another building, and wipes the blood off his mouth. "Shit..."
Unbreakable sneers, stomping, and posing in a manly way. "You are the ancestor of the first colonizers."
"Fuck you," coughed Hercules. "I never agreed with how my descendants walk this Earth."
"Well, they walked us. Like dogs..." said Unbreakable,
"You gotta let go of the past, man..." said Hercules. "Your file. I read that you came from Grimville, who was colonized by the descendants of the Americans known as Monopolians. And... you were... humiliated by your enemies... constantly. You have to let go because that just doesn't matter anymore, and what matters is we move on and build this new world together as pe-..."
Unbreakable smashes Hercules' face and slams him into a building. "God, you talk too much."
Meanwhile, back in the bunker...
The Reaper facepalms, sitting down next to Beatle. "Fuck... The Senate skimmed trillions of pesos, and I couldn't do anything about it...."
Beatle sighs, "You could always do things differently."
"Oh, please. You're a fuckin' clown."
"I knew you'd say that."
The Reaper grabs his head, scratches it furiously, and paces around.
"Listen. We're gonna have to work together..." Beatle begged.
"You guys knew each other?" asked the Aswang.
The Reaper stood up and pointed his finger, poking his knee. "Listen, you tall clown. Answer this inquiry. How many Beatles did it take to stop all of this Morningstar bullshit from spreading into our timeline? There were eleven copies of you throughout the Multiverse, and NONE OF YOU could do anything about it."
"And what are you? Take away that skull on your face. What are you? You're no different from me."
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"No, I am. I'd be a billionaire playboy who knows fucking pekiti tirsia kali and Kung Fu, among other martial arts that allow me to take down the system."
"You kill people."
"So do you."
"I have no control over who I kill."
"OH, RIGHT!!! You're the Messiah, right? You do whatever God says!" the Reaper gestured up sardonically. "At least you have the freedom from guilt!"
"Nothing what I do is free from anything. I am basically my God's slave."
"Yeah. Because your powers came from a God Bottle. I actually trained my entire life to destroy the system YOU... CREATED!!!"
Beatle sings, shrinking himself down to the Reaper's height and looming before him, still. "I've been forced to do things to people for less."
"I bet you really wanna take that punch, huh?" smirked the Reaper. "But God needs me, huh? He needs me to fix both your shit."
"Don't talk about Him that way."
"Psh..." said the Reaper, approaching Beatle, as the Aswang grabs both their chests.
"That's enough. Both of you," said the Aswang. "We gotta think of a way outta here... Got it!?"
"Dad, a word?" asked the Aswang, as he and the Reaper walked to the corner.
"So, you could shrink this whole time?" asked Mymex. "You weaker?"
"It's... for aesthetic..."
"Dad. Will you stop trying to get my boss to kill you!?" asked the Aswang.
"Yeah. I figured he was based on how you looked at the guy. Seriously, Miggy!? HIM!?!?"
"Dad. I'm trying to save the world, here."
"Well, clearly he did a shit job not killing Unbreakable because he bailed himself out of prison and is now tryna kill all of us."
"Beatle believes in redemption. I thought we talked about this..."
"I do now, too."
"Oh? Like with the kid whose Dad you beat to near death?"
"I spared the entire army and a genocidal maniac on another world for you!" whispered the Reaper.
"Could vouch for that! We were there!" smiled Happy, as Slime Tutorial grabbed his mouth.
"You did, huh? I'm... proud..." said the Aswang,
"Yeah. Thanks. But my argument still stands. Some people are just horrible pieces of shit," the Reaper pressed.
The Aswang takes a deep breath and sighs. "I still believe that people can change."
"Unbreakable is deluded, kid. Maybe death is the way you save him and everyone else around him."
"I can't believe that."
The Reaper sighs. "I still give a damn about you. Not for a second... did I-..."
"Stop. This is your way of getting me to do what you do... Stop."
"Okay," sighed the Reaper.
Suddenly, the team hears a strange crackling noise from inside the building, causing all of them to arm themselves with their fists, weapons, and gadgets, only for. Herculeswas to topple down before them from the ceiling.
Slime Tutorial punches him in the face.
"Jesus Christ, dude!" yelled the Reaper.
"I just wanted to kill Unbreakable! Saw him on the news!"
"That's Hercules, you dumb fuck!" yelled Dark.
"Sorry. Face blindness."
Beatle helps Hercules up. "You good?"
"Yeah... Got away just in time. So, who are these merry band of mediocre men?"
Askal flips him off.
"And women," Hercules smirked.
"They're a team my boss and I had been working on for years now. I believe they're gonna help us out," smirked Beatle.
"Okay. Obviously, Unbreakable is on his way..." said the Reaper, crackling his neck.
"And we're just gonna go fight him head-on!?" asked the Aswang. "No, Dad! We have to think of a better way than listening to our instincts! Fuck! This is hard."
Myrmex shrugs. "Why don't we just pretend to be our civilian selves and hide in the chaos?" Myrmex smiles and constantly eats some snacks, such as chicken nuggets from McDonald' she unpacks from her backpack..
"And what if he'd kill us?"
"He only kills those who give worship to Maharlica-152 and Beatle. Why not just pretend to be variants?" asked Myrmex. "And like... part of Unbreakable's army?"
"Hold on. I am NOT comfortable sharing my secret identity with any of you fuckers," said Dark.
"Honestly... Better than facing him head-on. We should find a place to regroup, Kuya," sighed Askal.
"I'm out-..."
The Reaper speaks up. "Miguel Azral. Anna Anastasia. Miguel Ibarra. John Stevenson. Emilia Li. Jedan Ligera. Christopher Lord. Heracles. MacArthur Canton. Miguel Kojoji." He said, as he unmasked himself. "Now, come on..."
"Bullshit... Fuckin' bullshit..." sighed Dark.
Askal took off her mask, only to be eyed by Happy. "Like what you see, mascot?"
"Kinda," smiled Happy.
Askal smirks, looking at him from head to toe.
Dark rolls his eyes. "Gross."
Lord Marvel morphs into a slim, shorter man: His original form. All characters remove their costumes and put on civilian clothes, turning away from each other.
"Fuckin'
Peek on us, and I'll rip your stretchy and stony dicks off!" yelled Myrmex to Jedan and Chris who turn red and look away.
"Honestly..." said Miguel, eyes twitching and palming his face.
They walk out and proceed to encounter Wrecker Golems.
"State your Earths," said the Wrecker Golem, as they all hesitated to speak.
Dark smirks and walks up to them. "I'm John Stevenson. Brother of Emilia Li. This is Emilia Li."
"Hey. All Hail Black Spiral," she sneered.
"Yeah," said Miguel Kojoji, now an overweight yet handsome businessman. "Just so you know that we're stakeholders of the Black Spiral, so please do let us be on our way, yeah?"
Wrecker Golem scans them. They nod. "Who the hell are those bozos?"
"They're... friends..." said Miguel Kojoji. He smiled and moved suavely with his hand in his pocket and his body bent around sideways. "That boy is-..."
"Ah. Your son. You have found him," said the Wrecker Golem. "We know how distraught you were..." spoke the pair.
"Yeah... Yeah, I was," said Myrmex, finishing the nuggets.
"Well, model system. Return to your posts."
"Very well. Hail Black Spiral, haha!" smirked Miguel Kojoji, clicking his tongue while he walked away and pointed at the pair of Golems.