The smile came first.
Calm.
Polite.
Certain.
From beyond the fractured layers of canon, a figure stepped into existence—robes woven from spinning banners, loot icons orbiting like halos, probability charts replacing constellations.
The Gacha Master.
"So," he said pleasantly,
"the anomaly finally broke a god."
Crunchyroller stiffened beside Brush.
Her remaining hand clenched.
"You," she muttered. "I thought you stayed neutral."
The Gacha Master chuckled.
"Neutral?"
"No. I'm fair."
He raised one finger.
The sky shattered into thousands of glowing windows.
Each one displayed a seal.
A vote.
A verdict.
GAME COUNCIL SUMMONED
They appeared in waves.
Thousands of them.
Representatives from mobile empires, live-service kingdoms, loot-based worlds, abandoned gachas, predatory banners, "limited-time" realities that never ended.
Every one of them powerful.
Not individually—
but together?
Unstoppable.
"Brush D. Rush breaks systems," the Gacha Master continued, pacing slowly.
"Ignores probability."
"Survives without odds."
He stopped in front of Brush.
"That's bad for business."
The councils spoke as one.
"He bypasses rarity."
"He cannot be balanced."
"He devalues effort."
Brush felt it then.
Not power pressing down—
but math.
Drop rates collapsing to zero.
Revives failing to trigger.
Luck itself turning hostile.
PROBABILITY OVERRIDE ACTIVE
SUCCESS RATE: 0.000000%
Trojan Horse staggered.
"This isn't combat," she whispered.
"They're voting him out."
Crunchyroller's jaw tightened.
"They're worse than Dark Gods," she said.
"They don't erase you."
The Gacha Master smiled wider.
"We just make sure you never win."
Behind him, council members raised their seals.
GLOBAL EVENT DECLARED:
"TAKE DOWN THE ANOMALY"
Rewards flashed across reality.
Exclusive characters.
Guaranteed pulls.
Immortal titles.
All for one thing.
TARGET: BRUSH D. RUSH
Brush exhaled slowly.
The Seed of the Internet pulsed.
Connection.
Not chance.
He looked at the army forming against him.
"So this is your plan," he said calmly.
"Overwhelm me with incentives."
The Gacha Master bowed.
"Everyone fights harder when they think they'll be rewarded."
Brush smiled faintly.
Not confidently.
Not arrogantly.
"Then let's see what happens," he said,
"when people fight without rewards."
The councils laughed.
The banners ignited.
And probability itself turned hostile—
as the war against the Chosen One officially began.
⚠️ SYSTEM STATUS
THREAT TYPE: COLLECTIVE ADMINISTRATIVE POWER
ENEMY COUNT: SCALING (UNLIMITED)
VICTORY CONDITION: MATHEMATICALLY IMPOSSIBLE