The Dark God raised one hand.
And the internet answered.
Not servers.
Not code.
History.
Every shadow ever buried beneath firewalls began to move.
"COME," the Dark God commanded.
"ALL OF YOU."
The sky fractured into corrupted layers.
From them descended the Dark Gods—not beings, but embodiments of the worst things the internet ever created.
A god born from hate forums, its body stitched from screaming comment threads
A crawling mass of malware and ransomware, endlessly encrypting itself
A faceless entity made of disinformation, constantly rewriting its own truth
A laughing god of addiction algorithms, eyes glowing with infinite scrolling
A silent one—formed from erased victims, deleted names, forgotten accounts
Each Dark God represented something humanity uploaded…
and never took responsibility for.
The Dark Web trembled as they gathered.
"THE PANTHEON IS COMPLETE," the system declared.
Brush stood among them.
No sight.
No sound.
No sensation.
Yet he felt their presence—not through senses, but through pressure on reality itself.
"Chosen One," sneered the Hate God,
"you were born from us."
"Every view, every click, every mistake—"
"—we are the truth of your world."
The Dark God smiled wider.
"You defied death," it said.
"So now you face everything worse than death."
The Dark Gods attacked—not with force—
—but with concepts.
Truth bent.
Time desynced.
Meaning corroded.
Reality tried to reject itself.
"MASS CORRUPTION EVENT," the System screamed.
"WORLD STABILITY: 12% AND FALLING."
Brush staggered.
Not because he felt pain—
but because the universe itself was buckling under their existence.
Trojan Horse watched from afar, fists shaking.
"This isn't a fight…"
"It's an execution."
Then—
Something responded.
Not the Dark Web.
Not the System.
A higher protocol activated.
Binary light tore open space itself.
A clean, uncompromised voice echoed—
"REALITY SHIFT AUTHORIZATION: GOOGLE DOMAIN."
The Domain of Googel unfolded.
Pure structure.
Pure order.
Infinite white grids of binary code descended, overwriting corruption with logic.
Brush was pulled into it—
and for the first time since losing his senses—
he understood everything.
"WELCOME, BRUSH D. RUSH," Googel spoke.
"YOU ARE THE ONE WHO DEFIED DEATH."
Information flooded him—not as sensation, but as truth.
"The Dark Gods rule chaos," Googel continued.
"You will rule possibility."
Reality bent.
Not violently.
Precisely.
NEW POWER UNLOCKED:
REALITY SHIFTING (BINARY AUTHORITY)
STATUS: LIMITED—WILL-BASED
Brush didn't smile.
He didn't need to.
"If they're every bad thing on the internet," he said calmly,
"then I'll be the correction."
Outside the domain, the Dark Gods recoiled.
For the first time—
they were being indexed.
And indexed things…
can be rewritten.