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The following day, Traveler and Omega met once again in the Dark Room. With them that day was a man wearing a spotted, yellowish-orange cloak. He carried a long rod in his hand.
“Okay Giraffe of Destiny,” Traveler began, “it’s time to reveal the purpose of your being here.”
He turned towards Omega.
“The third Eternal Black Doom: Apocalysm.”
“And what is ‘Apocalysm’?” Omega inquired.
“With its power, one could reflect magic attacks back to its origin at ten times the power using only the power of darkness,” Traveler explained. “Giraffe of Destiny, please assist me in demonstrating this technique?”
“So that’s why you need me,” Giraffe of Destiny responded. He raised his rod, and two orbs of orange light emitted from it. The orbs of light developed into two clones of himself.
“Okay clones,” he ordered, “you have been created to help Omega with his training.”
“Can we get a pizza afterwards?” one of the clones asked.
“No, because we’ll probably be destroyed before then,” the other clone answered.
“Aw, but I want pizza!” the first clone complained.
“Complaining clone,” Traveler commanded, “you’ll help me demonstrate the technique.”
“Wait,” the first clone answered, “does this mean I’ll die first?”
“Just attack him with magic!” the original Giraffe of Destiny instructed.
“Fine,” the first clone groaned. He raised his wand and shot a blast of fire at Traveler.
A cloud of darkness developed around the Traveler’s hand. He extended his hand towards the fiery blast.
“Now, prepare to learn,” he replied.
He blocked the blast of fiery using only his hand.
“Apocalysm, unleash your reflective wrath upon my enemy!” he shouted.
The fiery blast immediately grew larger and shot back at the clone of Giraffe of Destiny.
“Oh no!” the clone gasped.
Suddenly, Omega pushed the clone out of the way, becoming exposed to the attack.
“Omega, what are you doing?” Giraffe of Destiny yelled.
A large cloud of darkness engulfed Omega’s hand.
“Apocalysm: Omega Level!” Omega exclaimed.
He shot a blast of darkness from his hand, which reflected the fiery burst towards the clone at a much larger size.
“Oh, come on!”
The clone was engulfed in a large fireball which burned him, and caused him to evaporate into the air.
“Whoa,” Traveler responded in astonishment. “I never would have predicted that you’d use Apocalysm like that. Excellent work, Omega”
Omega let out a maniacal laugh before collapsing onto the ground.

Elsewhere in the city, a wormhole appeared over a large lake. A Giratina flew out of the wormhole and towards the nearby park. Two men were riding on it. One of the men wore a thick, light brown coat and rode on the Giratina’s head. The other was tall and had short, black hair. This man’s clothing was tattered, which was mostly likely a result from the explosion.
“If Fangking needs us to report back to the facility, it must be really important,” the Giratina reported.
“Agreed, Nelson,” the coated man responded. “Let’s speed this up.”
“I will speed up just as soon as you get off of my head, Nyumi!” Nelson roared.
“I’ll get off your head as soon as you get off my back!” Nyumi rebelled.
“Oh, shut up!” Nelson ordered Nyumi.
“Why don’t you both shut up?” the black-haired man inquired. “I’m trying to sleep here.”

Later that day, Fangking and Pyro were putting various objects into a box.
“Will you please stop with the object placement?” a voice asked.
“Just as soon as you change your name to something less fail, Box of Fail,” Pyro answered, looking down at the box.
“Will you stop calling me that?!” the box shouted in anger.
“No!” Pyro laughed.
“I hate being a box,” the box answered.
“I’d hate it too, Boxy,” Fangking responded. “Now Pyro, please stop making fun of Boxy.”
“Fine,” Pyro groaned.
“And will you two please stop putting stuff in me?” the box shouted.
“We would, but you’re the only box in this entire building since our box supplier cut us off,” Fangking replied. “So you’ll just have to deal with it until we figure out how to get more boxes.”
“Aw man!” the box whined.

The next day, Traveler and Omega returned to the Dark Room. With them was another Traveler.
“Okay, why are there two of you?” Omega inquired, raising an eyebrow.
“This clone of mine has a tracking device planted onto it,” Traveler explained. “The fourth Eternal Black Doom, Devil’s Gate, is a stronger version of the Forced Dark-portate technique you use to warp enemies to different locations.”
“How is it stronger?”
“From what your master noted, the victim is teleported to the pits of Hell for a brief period before landing in their determined location.”
“How unfortunate for them,” Omega chuckled.
“But sometimes,” Traveler continued, “the technique will not send the victim to the determined destination and instead trap them in Hell forever.”
“Sounds hilarious when you think about it,” Omega chortled.
“Now, if you bring the technique to Omega level, you basically guarantee a 90-precent chance of them being trapped in Hell,” Traveler concluded.
“Are there any downsides to that?” Omega inquired.
“Yes,” Traveler answered. “Performing Devil’s Gate at Omega Level brings a 50-precent chance of the technique backfiring, and sending you to Hell while draining you of your power.”
“Oh…” Omega gulped. “If that’s the case, then I’ll try it at regular level. So, how do I do it?”
“Imagine that you’re creating a giant portal out of darkness,” Traveler replied. “That’s basically Devil’s Gate in a nutshell.”
“Alright then,” Omega responded, “let’s try it.”

On top of the tower, Bug Maniac was throwing various objects off of the tower while Starr watched. With them was a bronze Scizor with dragon-like wings.
“Aero, can you pass me that box?” Bug Maniac asked the Scizor.
Aero passed a box to Bug Maniac, who threw it off of the tower.
“It would be hilarious if the box was Box of Fail,” Bug Maniac chuckled.
“He’d have to succeed at sneaking into the tower, which he’d fail at,” Aero snickered.
“So, what kind of training is this?” Starr asked.
“Training not authorized by Traveler, that’s for sure,” Aero replied.
“We’re training for the 'Throw Stuff Off of a Building Extreme' championships,” Bug Maniac answered.
“Oh,” Starr responded.
“With Omega on our team, we’re sure to win,” Aero chortled.
“Yeah!” Bug Maniac exclaimed. “We’re gonna blow the competition away!”
“Can’t you just throw the competition off the building?” Starr asked with a wide grin.
“No,” Aero answered. “That would get us disqualified, and we won’t win the prize money.”
“What are you guys going to do with the prize money?” Starr inquired.
“Why do you have to ask so many questions?” Aero queried.
At that moment, the sound of screaming echoed through the air.
“Who screamed?” Aero and Starr both asked.
“Just a guy wanting cereal,” Bug Maniac responded. “I threw him off of the tower.”
“But how did he get in?” Starr asked.
“Wait a minute….” Aero responded, raising an eyebrow. “Starr, aren’t you supposed to be on guard duty?”
“Since when was I supposed to be on guard duty?” Starr asked.
“I’m guessing she didn’t get the memo,” Bug Maniac snickered.

That night at the facility, Kangaskid rushed into the room, to Fangking and Magma King’s surprise.
“Kangaskid, what is it?” Fangking asked.
“Sir, I reviewed video footage from the night of the explosion!” Kangaskid answered. “Apparently, one of the facility’s twelve reactors self-destructed that night.”
“A reactor self-destructed?” Magma King responded in astonishment. “That much energy being released all at once…”
“Could result in a city wide explosion!” Fangking gasped.
“But which reactor self-destructed, and how did it?” queried Pyro, entering the room.
“I don’t know,” Kangaskid sighed. “Much of the video footage was erased by methods unknown. I could only get a split second before the reactor self-destructed.”
“Crap,” Magma King replied in anger, “so we’re not remotely close to figuring out anything!”
“Maybe we could check the footage from the other cameras,” Pyro suggested.
“It could work,” Fangking agreed.
“But now there’s one thing that’s troubling me,” Kangaskid said. “There were twelve reactors before the explosion, and now there’s still twelve.”
“So which reactor was rebuilt?” Magma King pondered.
“Man, just when we get a lead, another problem comes up,” Pyro groaned. “This is making my head hurt.”
“One way or another we’ll figure this out,” Fangking said. “And starting tomorrow, we’ll have the help of Nelson, Nyumi, Sting, and Lorem.”

The succeeding day, a man with long white hair, pale skin, blue eyes and white, angelic wings rushed into a large room with a computer screen along the back wall. All of the members of the empire turned towards the man hurrying into the room.
“You’re late, Light,” Batteryman remarked. “Not exactly a good first impression with our leader.
“I know!” the man responded, gasping for air. “I overslept. Sorry.”
“At least he showed up at all,” responded a grainy-haired man sitting to the immediate right of Starr. His eyes glowed purple.
“Riceeman has a point,” Bug Maniac agreed.
“Who cares? Traveler wouldn’t see it the same way,” argued a man standing behind Latios. This man’s skin color was changing every half second.
“Will you all just shut up?” Gaarafan shouted. “The meeting’s about to start, so I suggest we all turn our attention to the screen.”
At that moment, everyone turned towards the screen as it turned on, revealed Traveler’s face.
“Greetings, minions,” Traveler responded. “This is temporary leader Traveler reporting to you from the Dark Room. Behind me is, of course, Omega.”
Traveler moved over a few inches to reveal Omega.
“Now,” he continued, “you must all be wondering why I called you all here. Well, since today Omega learns the final Eternal Black Doom, I thought that it should be something for you all to witness.”
He turned towards Omega.
“The fifth and final Eternal Black Doom: Darkus Saiyan. This technique allows you to power yourself up, like the people in Dragon Ball Z do.”
“That show sucks,” Light whispered to Starr.
“Omega, I need you to surge up all the darkness you can, allowing yourself to transform to a higher level of power.”
“Right,” Omega responded.
Eying the camera in the room, Traveler responded, “This one technique has been used on numerous occasions by Lord X-Giga-X. When he used it first, it knocked the Earth off its orbit by half a mile. So, expect a feeling like the entire planet is shaking.”
“Wait, what?!” Batteryman exclaimed with a shocked expression of his face.
“Omega, do it!” Traveler commanded.
At that moment, Omega began to surge darkness from around the room. This massive collection of darkness immediately shattered the walls around the room, revealing the dark realm around it.
Meanwhile in the other room, the other members had collapsed onto the floor, as the tower began to fall.
“Guys, the tower’s falling!” Hardy exclaimed.
“Everyone, let’s get outside and stop-” Batteryman began, but was immediately interrupted by him sliding into the nearby window and crashing through it, falling onto the ground below.
He was soon followed by everyone else.
“Well, this is an easy way to go outside!!” Light exclaimed as he slid through the window.

Everyone at the facility was feeling the effects of the surge of darkness, as Fangking, Magma King, Pyro and Kangaskid were on the ground with a black haired man with a streak of blue in it. Box of Fail was jumping around, avoiding objects falling off nearby bookshelves.
“What in god’s name is going on?!” the man exclaimed.
“You really think I know, Lorem?!” Pyro exclaimed as a bookshelf fell on top of him.
“That has got to hurt!” Magma King shouted. At that moment, a safe fell on top of him.
“Okay, how many times have I told you guys not to hang safes on the ceiling?” Fangking responded with a slightly annoyed tone.

Meanwhile in Australia, Snookie was frantically running as the ground below him shook.
“What kind of earthquake is this?!”

Miltank Man was jumping from building to building as they collapsed under his feet.

Somewhere in China, Kalas’s moustache was holding up a building about to collapse on him.
“I don’t think I can keep this up much longer…”

As Missingno flew hovered over the Asian continent, he noticed a large tsunami in the east headed towards Japan.
“What the….”

Speaking of tsunamis, Hak was running away from one in the Norwegian Sea.
“This is the last place I’d expect a tsunami to form!”

Count Splatula was flailing in that same tsunami.
“Can’t I get a break?!”

Kudamon and a Ziebart clone were dashing through the forest as trees collapsed behind them.
“What the heck’s going on?” Ziebart shouted.
“I don’t know, but I’d rather not be crushed by these trees!” Kudamon exclaimed. “Let’s keep moving!”

Deep in the African continent, David was laying face-up on the ground, while Lord X-Giga-X stood by him.
“This is some powerful earthquake!” David shouted.
Hmmm, Lord X-Giga-X thought, it must be that time….

Back in the city, the members of the empire were attempting to hold the tower up.
Well, expect for Starr, who was sitting in a chair and eating popcorn while watching everyone else.
“I don’t know how long I can keep this up!” Batteryman groaned.
“Well, we got to keep this up as long as we can!” Latios shouted. “Otherwise, the symbol of the empire will come crashing down!”
“This’d be a lot easier if the masters were here!” Giraffe of Destiny responded.
“Well, maybe I’d better help you wimps,” a sinister voice spoke.
At that instant, a pillar of darkness appeared from the shadow underneath the tower.
“That’d better be someone to help us!” Hardy groaned. “We need all the help we can get!”
“If only Starr was actually helping us,” Aero sighed.
“I’d help, but I’m not as strong as you guys, so I wouldn’t be much help!” Starr shouted back.
The pillar of darkness evaporated, revealing a transformed Omega. His muscles were much larger, and his hair was a darker shade of blue.
“Hey, is that Omega?” Gaarafan asked.
“He looks different,” Riceeman replied, raising an eyebrow.
At that moment, Omega’s arms turned black, and grew to half the size of the tower.
“Whoa!” Batteryman exclaimed with an astonished expression on his face.
Omega grabbed the tower with his large arms, and put it back in place. As he did this, the other members fell to the ground below.
“Man, that was close,” Aero gasped.
“I don’t think we could have done it without Omega,” Starr added.
“What do you mean ‘we’?” Bug Maniac shouted. “You didn’t help at all!”
“I’ve seen enough,” responded Traveler, standing next to Omega. “You minions need to be a lot stronger, like Omega here.”
“The power of Darkus Saiyan is amazing,” Omega replied. “I’m more powerful than I ever was.”
“And the power grows beyond that,” Traveler added. “As for you guys, training has been rescheduled. You will all meet in the Battle Chamber at 6:30 am.”
“You got to be kidding!” Batteryman shouted.
“Aw man,” Starr groaned.
At that moment, Hardy pulled the chair from under Starr, which caused her to collapse onto the ground beneath her.
“What the crap was that for?!” Starr exclaimed, glaring at Hardy.
“On second thought, let’s make it 6:15 am,” Traveler responded with a slightly annoyed expression on his face.

Later that day, at the facility, Magma King and Pyro were putting objects that had fallen back on the shelves.
“Man, that was one crazy earthquake,” Pyro remarked as he put books upon a nearby shelf.
“Can we even call it an earthquake?” Magma King inquired. “I tried to check the magnitude of that ‘earthquake’, but the Richter scale couldn’t pick it up.”
“What do you mean?” Pyro exclaimed, dropping a book from his hands.
Fangking, who was also in the room, picked up the book, then observed its title.
“‘The Golden-X Bibarel-X Empire for Complete Morons’,” Fangking read aloud.
“That sounds interestingly useful,” Pyro commented. “Let’s read it.”
“Unfortunately, that book has no useful information, as there is nothing in it,” replied Nyumi, entering the room.
“Ah, there you are Nyumi,” Fangking remarked. “We were expecting you.”
Behind Nyumi were the black-haired man with him earlier that week and a pale, silver-haired man with red stripes covering his black-colored arms.
“And I see you brought Nelson and Sting with you,” Magma King replied.
Fangking eyed the silver-haired man, then asked, “How was your trip back, Nelson?”
“Terrible,” Nelson groaned. “I had to deal with Nyumi all day.”
“Shut up!” Nyumi yelled.
“Knock it off,” the other man replied. “Fangking has no time for this.”
“I sure don’t,” Fangking agreed. “You two should be more like Sting here.”
“So,” Sting inquired, “what do you need us to do?”