VILGAXIA

As far as the eye could see, it seemed like a dream. All kinds of different alien species, Galvans, Appoplexians, Geochelone Aerios, Kinecelerans, and many others all lived together. Except, it was not in peace. The Galvans were forced to develop weapons, the Kinecelerans were strapped to machines resembling treadmills, and they were beaten if they did not run to generate energy. The Appoplexians had collars on them, and they would be electrocuted if they did not beat the other aliens like slave owners.

The Geochelone Aerios were using their physical strength to build a giant statue of Vilgax, with the words,

VILGAX

CONQUEROR OF THE UNIVERSE

There were many buildings, but in the tallest one, Vilgax sat on top of his throne. Psyphon stood next to him.

"Master," Psyphon said. "Many of your subjects are still rebellious to your rule. Appoplexians for example are still extremely feral and aggressive."

"Anyone of challenge?" Vilgax asked.

"No," Psyphon said. "The defence systems you left in each planet are proving more than sufficient. The armada has expanded so rapidly that you now have more than enough force to police the entire universe, and in case any of our forces decided to rebel, I have personally stashed legion of nanobots that have been programmed to enter the bodies of our soldiers through their food and drink."

"I see," Vilgax said.

"Is there something wrong, Master?"

"I finally became the conqueror of the universe, but it doesn't feel right," Vilgax said. "Perhaps I should go for another battle with a Toku'Star."

"Would that be enough for you?"

Vilgax looked around, and suddenly a hooded figure appeared before his throne.

"Who are you?" Vilgax said, preparing to attack. "How did you get in here?"

"Why does it matter how I came in?" the hooded figure replied. "What matters, is what you want."

"And what would that be?" Vilgax asked.

"You want power," the hooded figure said. "But power is a meaningless pursuit. No matter how much you gather you will never be satisfied. That is one of the rules of the universe. At least, for just one universe."

"What is your point?" Vilgax asked.

"What if I told you that there was more than one universe?" the hooded figure said. "What if I told you, there are infinite universes, infinite worlds, infinite versions of reality-infinite sources of power...what would you do?"

"The multiverse theory," Psyphon said. "But there is no proof of that."

"Then what is this?"

Suddenly a machine appeared out of nowhere, next to the hooded figure. the hooded figure turned a lever, and suddenly, the room they in seemed to change. They found themselves floating in empty space, around millions of flashing lights and pathways.

"Where are we?" Vilgax asked.

"This is the Time Stream," the hooded figure said. "You see those flashing lights? Those are Big Bangs, creating more and more universes, more pathways across time, all of them similar to our own, and yet very different indeed."

"Then what is the point?" Vilgax said. "The way you described it, you were trying to tell me I could rule with infinite power. But if there are many universes created every day, there would always be something out of my grasp."

"Actually, no," the hooded figure said. "There are legends that there have been some, who with enough power, managed to tap into the very life source of the multiverse, the energy that created all the universes. With it, they could decide the fate of the entirety of time and space. Whoever has that…"

"Would become a god," Vilgax said.

"Yes," the hooded figure said. "The most powerful being in existence."

BELLWOOD, BEN PRIME UNIVERSE

A young teenager was standing up and rapidly absorbing the smoothie in his hand. He had brown hair, a black shirt, and a green jacket over it which had the word '10' at the chest.

"Five smoothies in ten minutes," he said. "Pay up."

"Wow."

The blacked haired teenage boy just stared at him.

"I cannot believe you drank five Lemon Sardines in a row."

The orange haired girl just shook her head.

"Why do you guys always do this?"

"Come on, Gwen," the brown haired man said. "Have some, it's really good."

"As we already said, Ben-"

"-blended meat is basically baby food," the black haired teenager finished.

"Yes, thank you, Kevin," Gwen said.

"You two are no fun," Ben said.

As soon as he said that, a bright light suddenly flashed across the entire area.