The group meets once more in the Tomb, where they end up in Miguel's old mansion. It was beautiful, pristine, and felt like a hotel turned into a house. It was sparkling everywhere and absolutely aesthetically superior to any of the houses nearby. There was a giant kitchen, a gym, a child's play area, a music room, a massive sports room, a living room the size of a house, and several bedrooms.
"Holy fuck, dude!" yelled Myrmex. "You HAVE BEEN LIVING HERE THE ENTIRE TIME!?!?" she smiled, gleefully. "I mean... not a gold digger, but DAMN did I strike a diamond mine!"
"I'm cut off."
"Dang. Eh! I still love you," she smiled, kissing his forehead while carrying their strange cat.
"What the hell is the goat in your arms?" asked Dark.
"This is Antlion," Myrmex said, pulling her away.
"What... is it?"
"She's a Sigbin. She's a tiny little Filipino-..."
"Vampire Cat..." said Dark.
"Familiar to you?" smiled Myrmex.
"I'm an Aswang. Been studying monsters my entire life."
"Cool," she smiled.
"Hey..." said the Aswang. "Sorry for breaking your collarbone."
Dark laughs. "Sorry for stabbing you to near death in that gala."
The Aswang laughs back as well, giving a hearty one.
Beatle sighs, looking around.
"You live in a place like this as well?" asked Askal.
"No... I live on a farm in the Third Temple in the boundary between La Trinidad and Baguio City," said Beatle. "Used to be kinda like a smaller mansion..." He gave a soft sigh. "Boy, would my Dad have done things to get this... Lawyer. He wasn't dirty, just greedy and abusive of his power at times."
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"I hear that..." said Askal. "My Dad was a Congressman who owned a powerful company. Pinoy Supremacist. Then my brother and I killed him."
"Damn. Patricide," smiled Happy. "I can..." he frowns. "Relate to that..." He muffled his words.
"So..." said Jedan, poking stuff around only to shatter a vase. "We'll pay for that."
"No, you won't," the Reaper rolled his eyes.
"Whoa! You got a gym in here!?" smiled Lord Marvel in another room, as the Reaper chased after him. "DON'T TOUCH THAT!!!"
Hercules smiles. "You guys sure there won't be Wrecker Golems in here?"
"The ones at the lawn are reprogrammed," said the Reaper.
Hercules peeks outside. "The ones at the-!? HOLY FUCK!!!" He hid down from the window upon looking up, where just below them a couple of Wrecker Golems watched steadily at the front gate.
"Relax. The Reaputer is strong enough to bypass any virus in this vicinity."
Myrmex speaks up. "You're saying that the Golems are-?"
"A digital virus. They were made by Neuro the Neurotic years back at the time when the original Miguel Azral of Earth-152 fought Unbreakable. The virus is a manifestation of a being once known as... Eradicator."
Yes. THAT Eradicator... The BAD GUY from the Golden Age epilogue.
"Mhm... Absolute genocidal psychopath, this thing is. It was mapped from his mind and Soul, and eventually his spirit attached to the virus, being the living embodiment of genocide itself." The Reaper enters the Tomb with the others, and there, they see the computer, where the Reaper flashes images of various societies burning and crumbling with Eradicator traversing from one universe to another, decimating and brutalizing so many innocent societies with a single blast, and with the help of his lieutenant, Unbreakable.
"They say that telepathy can actually defeat Unbreakable. Any of you idiots know the Usog technique for lightning?"
"Why lightning?" asked Dark. "How can you read minds by SHOCKING people, huh?"
"The mind is just made of various electrical pulses called neurons. With the correct concentration, you can jolt the mind's brainwaves in a manner that you can read or even control it," smiled Myrmex.
"Clever girl. I approve. Marry him, he's your problema now," said the Reaper, as Myrmex blushed and laughed as the Aswang stomped his foot.
"Dad!" yelled the Aswang, blushing.
"So, what do we do?" asked Dark.
"We brainstorm ways on how to get inside Unbreakable's current military base on this world, which is his Wrecker Ship hovering above Manila."
"And how do you suggest we do that?" asked Askal, picking some thread from her suit.
"We... could... use our status to enter the ship," said the Reaper.
"That's stupid," said Askal.
"The public views us as corrupt, and the very people who drill our way into Unbreakable's life. Unbreakable doesn't even know my secret identity and thinks you're still on his side, is that correct?"
"We fought for a few civilians," said Askal.
"Yeah. But Unbreakable doesn't know your game, does he? All he knows is that you're keeping damage to a complete minimum and lessening war crimes. He doesn't even know about Herc," said the Reaper.
''Right..." said Dark. "That actually makes a lot of sense."
"So, we infiltrate the ship with our own secret identities. What do y'all think? I'll make fake IDs," said the Reaper.
"Good enough for me," said Beatle.