Unbreakable sneers, looming over the bodies in Tondo while a gigantic spaceship hovered above the entirety of Manila. He smiles, staring at a vial with black pepper in it.

  “Listen… I want you to… apologize… for… getting in the way of the second Saint King. And maybe, I’ll give you a wonderful death and place in my new Eden.”

  The man sobs and screams, hugging his dead wife whose face was crushed.

  “Fucking hell. You know…” mocked Unbreakable. “I don’t understand you Americans. A people who lack the… ability to understand that they aren’t the center of this world. I can tell by what you’re wearing that you’re some kind of fuckin’ conservative. Just another incel, or maybe a racist, or maybe even fearing those other than you, trying to rationalize why he can’t get laid or he is disgusted with other races People like… me… I will bring you to your hell… and you will suffer in a thousand suns for disgust toward my kind… Now, I could forgive all of that, but you think you’re God. You… Americans… think you’re all… God… I… Am… I AM!!! I. AM!!!”

  The man kept on screaming as Unbreakable stomped and crushed his legs.

  The man tries to run away, only for Unbreakable to zap him with heat vision, melting him alive while his bloodcurdling scream left his vocal chords, then gargling, then silence.

  Stefan turns to a man crying for his husband. “Ah. A liberal.” Stefan melts him as well, first crushing his legs, then beating him down. “Fucking weak. Fucking disgusting American foreigner, stepping into our country thinking it’s an easier way of finding an idle and cheap life for hi,m while you treat its people like… slaves.. Don’t you know what I am!? I AM STEFAAAAAN!!!”

  Stefan sneers, dancing on top of the bodies, shaking his hips and wagging his beefy abdomen.

  Chapter 1: GENERAL ASSEMBLY

  Beatle sighs, wearily with a sardonic voice and feeling of resignation. “Alright…” he sighs, with his body looking beaten and battered with blackened spots all over, along with burn marks on his armor. He whispers, “Come on… Come on…” trying to melt open the Hellish Elevator.

  “EVERYONE GET TO THE EVACUATION BUSES!!!” yelled the Aswang, aiding the civilians into the buses.

  Meanwhile, Myrmex is shown to be holding a kitten in her arms. “It’d be okay, Antlion.” Myrmex lands next to the Aswang.

  “Hey,” said the Aswang, sighing. “How’s Antlion?” smiled Miguel, as Myrmex offered her into the Aswang’s arms. “Hey, baby! Hi!” he smiled, lovingly brushing her hair.

  “Mew,” said the strange-looking dark blue kitten Antlion, which sported a whip-like tail and strange fangs. It purrs in the Aswang’s arms

  The Aswang frowns. “We gotta get all of these people to safety.”

  Suddenly, several soldiers of the Black Spiral, mindless statues known as the Wrecker Golems. Each of them pillaged the poor Humans: Native and Foreigner, regardless of who they are. Unbreakable wipes out all of them, believing he is giving them what he calls mercy. Each man, woman, and child smelted into ingots of flesh all over the ground.

  The Aswang and Myrmex work together, both of them knocking and killing the Golems with their might,

  “Boy, am I glad these guys ain’t fuckin’ sentient,” said Myrmex, tearing out the last one’s throat.

  The Aswang teleports around, leaping back and forth to kill several of the Wrecker Golems. The Aswang masterfully whips them, aerial cartwheel kicks, and beats them all down with strikes burning aflame.

  The Aswang pants, tiresomely, coughing while he prepares to throw another attack, pouncing on one Golem and beating it to death. The Aswang shatters their bodies one by one with strikes, masterfully knocking them down.

  Meanwhile, Myrmex manipulates her own army of ants, masterfully using billions of ants to tear the Golems to pieces, particle by particle. Myrmex held her fists up, knocking and shattering so many stone men with her knuckles.

  Myrmex would, however, suffer injuries, getting shot. So does the Aswang, whose bones would break upon each strike.

  The Aswang and Myrmex both scream, shattering several of the Golems…

  Meanwhile, while the Aswang and Myrmex fought the Golems in Tondo, Dark and Askal are both in Bonifaci Global City, shown to be decapitating these stone beings one by one, masterfully jumping around to slaughter them.

  Dark coughs. ”Fuck me, man… We gotta keep the innocents away from the toppling-!”

  Askal stares at the entire park filled with bodies everywhere, even seeing a tower toppling down toward them. “C’MON!!!” Askal yelled, as both of them blew a loud whistle, and immediately, Hercules appeared and caught the building about to fall.

  “FUHUHUHUCK YEAH!!!” smiled Dark. “THAT’S MY BAE!!!”

  Hercules grunted angrily, trying to push the building upward while the citizens ran away, and Dark masterfully spun his katana and created a shockwave that shielded most of the falling glass and debris.

  Askal sighs and activates her Doggie Boosters, which push the building to keep the debris from crushing any more civilians. Askal masterfully tosses several more doggie bombs that happen to save most bystanders.

  Meanwhile, back in the crash site of the elevator, Beatle kept on trying to melt the Hellish Elevator open.

  The Reaper sighs, inside the elevator, where he, Slime Tutoral, Lord Marvel, and Happy silently listen to the elevator music.

  Lord Marvel smiles, eating some M&Ms. “So. Now that our divine powers are deactivated, we’re all fucked, aren’t we?”

  The Reaper sighs, waiting for the doors to open.

  “You guys know why the doors haven’t opened yet?” asked Slime Tutorial.

  “Jesus Christ. All of you shut the fuck up.”

  “I didn’t say anything,” said Happy, raising his hand.

  “You just did, you fucking capitalist-centric Superhero bastard named after a fucking insect that stings people for no apparent fucking reason,” roared the Reaper.

  “Callous,” said Happy Hornet. “Bees are pollinators.

  “Hornets aren’t bees. They’re wasps,” said Lord Marvel. “Wanna hear a song I made about bees?”

  “No-...” said the others, where Lord Marvel began screaming.

  “BUZZING BUZZING BUZZING!!! EVERYTHING IS BUZZING!!!” he boomed. “HONEY HONEY HONEY!!! ALL IS SWEET AS HONEY!!! BEES ARE POLLINATING!!! EVERYTHING’S POLLINATING!!! STABBING STABBING-!!!”

  The Reaper tries to cram the door open, only to burn his hand, but he barely flinches.

  Slime Tutorial sighs. “Why’d you-?” He touches the door, and his hand melts. ”OH!!! GOD!!! BAGUIO!!! LA TRINIDAD!!! WOOOOOO!!! HOLY FUCK!!! THAT WAS-!!! That kinda turned me on.”

  The Reaper began punching the elevator’s doors furiously. “GET. ME. THE HELL. OUTTA HERE!!!”

  Meanwhile, the Aswang and Myrmex are beaten, heavily injured, and worn out. Suddenly, Unbreakable lands before them.

  The Aswang and Myrmex back away in horror.

  “We beat you,” said the Aswang, weakly.

  “You beat the god. Now, you meet the man.” Stefan prepares to zap them away, only for Dark, Askal, and Hercules to appear, with Hercules tackling him and zapping him with heat vision, only to be met with Unbreakable’s fist.

  Dark then stabs at Stefan’s eye, but the katana bends slightly, causing a massive shockwave to be released by the katana, crashing them all away.

  Askal, leaping down from a victim, meets with Aswang and Myrmex. “Kids. Let’s get the fuck outta here.”

  The Aswang backs away. “I thought we got you killed.”

  Askal sighs. “Yeah… Fuck you for that, but I’d REALLY appreciate it if you join us. NOW.”

  The Aswang and Myrmex turn to each other. They give each other that look, then a nod follows toward Askal.

  Askal sighs and takes out her dual Kris blades as she cuts down several of the Wrecker Golems, and the duo limp after her.

  Hercules, meanwhile, hammers down Unbreakable, before flying away, but Hercules grabs him by the leg and slams him to the ground, pounding his face with every inch of his life.

  If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it's taken without the author's consent. Report it.

  Meanwhile, Beatle pants, saying, “COME ON!!!”

  Suddenly, Dark, Askal, the Aswang, and Myrmex reach the Hellish elevator.

  “You got them?” asked Beatle, as the elevator finally budges.

  “Yeah,” said Dark.

  “Hold on. You brought in Mister Broken Collarbone over here? And Lady and the Tramp’s bitch daughter, Snoopy?” asked Myrmex.

  “Fuck you, kindly,” said Dark.

  Beatle pants. “I got desperate…”

  “You owe us a lot, Saint King. Like.. cash…” said Dark.

  “Uh-huh…” said Beatle. “Heard you didn’t like to kill no more the bot of you.”

  “We kill bad people,” said Askal. “Most of the time.”

  “Uh-huh,” sighed Beatle, as the door finally opened and the Aswang approached in shock.

  “Dad?” asked the Aswang as the Reaper stepped out.

  “Miguel?” asked the Reaper, who immediately hugged the boy.

  “Dad… Not in front of Anna!” Aswang turned red, but the Reaper only hugged him.

  “I’m sorry. Have… Have you been eating well? Drinking enough water? I heard Tondo water is way more chlorinated than the ones in BGC. Is that true!?”

  “I’m fine, Dad,” said the Aswang, smiling. “I’m just glad you’re okay… Beatle brought us here with these two bozos. Likely because of what’s happening.” The Aswang turns around and sees the horror of the bodies all over Tondo.

  Chapter 2: The Pilosopo

  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.”

  “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.