The Cobra King's Return

Sector Alpha, Beta, Gamma, and Omega

Peti ran a hand through his hair, feeling the pressure mount. Trapped forever, cosmic reset buttons, collapsing reality... it was a lot to take in, even after dealing with yandere threats and robot doubles.

"Okay, okay," Peti said, shaking his head slightly. "Trapped in Gamma, got it. Collapse everything, unlock the 'End Key'. How do you even know all this stuff, Hokori? This sounds less like a mission and more like... mythology. Dangerous mythology." He gestured broadly. "Stuff 'outside of our world'... outside the simulation, the matrix, whatever you want to call it."

Hokori's usual neutrality flickered for just a moment, replaced by a faint intensity in his pale eyes. "I study what is dangerous, Peti. Understanding minimizes risk," he stated, his standard reasoning. Then, his voice dropped slightly, becoming more personal than Peti was used to. "And yes, it is outside. That's precisely why I studied it. For years... I always wanted to see them. To find a way to escape to these places, to witness the foundations myself."

There was a wistful, almost yearning quality to his admission that caught Peti off guard. Hokori, the picture of calm control, had secretly longed to explore the chaotic building blocks of existence.

Peti processed this, then another thought struck him, a fundamental paradox of their mission. "Wait a second," he said, frowning. "If we 'collapse' Alpha, the beginning... and Beta, the prototype... and Gamma, normality... and Omega, the end... How does anything... be? How do you have a start, a middle, an end, if we erase the very concepts?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with existential weight. How could existence function without its own foundational stages?

Hokori looked thoughtful for a moment, but it was Peti who voiced the grim conclusion they seemed forced to operate under.

"Guess we'll find out when we get the End Key, right?" Peti said, a humorless smirk returning. "Maybe erasing them is how you reset them. Or maybe the Key itself explains it all." He shrugged, accepting the inherent madness of their task once more. "One reality-ending paradox at a time."

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Hokori finished his warning about the disorienting transition. Peti just grinned, a flash of defiant excitement in his eyes despite the cosmic dread.

"Disorienting? Sounds fun," Peti quipped. "So, what's the magic number? What frequency does this reality door swing open to?"

Hokori adjusted a dial on the console, his eyes scanning the readouts. "It's a complex resonance. Two components are critical," he explained, his tone precise. "First, a deep subsonic vibration, oscillating between 0.0001 Hertz and approximately 7.8 Hertz. It resonates with baseline reality's fundamental frequency."

He paused, then added, "The second component is significantly more esoteric. We need to generate ultra-high quantum resonances exceeding 1 petahertz - that's one quadrillion hertz. These exist momentarily outside the constraints of conventional spacetime, acting as the 'key' to unlock the dimensional membrane."

Peti let out another low whistle, but this time his smirk widened. He flexed his hands, drawing attention to the sleek, technically intricate gloves he wore - his sound breaker gloves. "Deep subsonic and reality-breaking petahertz, huh?" he said. "Glad I brought these, then." He tapped the surface of one glove. "Always good to be able to dampen or manipulate ambient noise, especially if the process itself creates frequencies and vibrations that could shake this chopper apart."

Hokori glanced at the gloves, then back at the console, accepting Peti's comment as a statement of readiness. "The transmission array is shielded, but managing localized sonic resonance is advisable. Initiating sequence now."
The helicopter hummed as the specialized array began emitting the complex frequencies, aiming them at the seemingly empty point in space before them.