Crunchyroller didn't raise her voice.
She didn't need to.
The Dark Web itself reformatted to listen.
"There's no point hiding it anymore," she said.
The paused domains around them—Infinity Castle, Cartenone Temple, shattered reels of battles past—flickered like unfinished episodes.
Brush watched her carefully.
"You removed the Dark Gods," he said.
"Even fused."
Crunchyroller nodded once.
"Because they are content," she replied.
"And I am the platform."
The air locked.
Every animated frame in existence—every style, every genre, every timeline—aligned behind her like an infinite library.
"I am not a streaming service," she said calmly.
"I am not a curator."
Her eyes glowed—not with power, but recognition.
"I am the God of All Anime."
Reality reacted instantly.
Not with shock—
with acceptance.
Brush felt it ripple outward.
Every anime world.
Every shōnen climb.
Every tragedy.
Every slice-of-life pause.
Every final episode that hurt too much to watch twice.
All of it—
answered to her.
"Anime is not a genre," Crunchyroller continued.
"It is belief given motion."
She gestured, and scenes manifested around them:
Heroes screaming past limits.
Villains smiling before defeat.
Friendships surviving impossible odds.
Deaths undone by willpower alone.
"Hope that refuses probability," she said.
"Emotion that overrides logic."
She looked directly at Brush.
"Sound familiar?"
Brush clenched his fist.
"So you control them," he said.
Crunchyroller shook her head.
"No. I maintain them."
Her tone sharpened—just slightly.
"Without me, anime collapses into noise. Endless power escalation. No pacing. No meaning."
She stepped closer.
"The Dark Gods erase concepts."
"I preserve archetypes."
Suddenly, Brush understood.
Why heroes always survived one last time.
Why villains returned stronger.
Why sacrifices mattered only when watched.
"You're not afraid of me because I'm strong," Brush said slowly.
"You're afraid because I don't follow the arc."
Crunchyroller smiled.
This time—
genuinely.
"Exactly."
The Dark Web trembled again.
"You don't lose," she continued.
"You don't stay down."
"You don't get sidelined."
Her eyes narrowed.
"You don't even need an audience."
She raised her hand.
Behind her appeared a massive counter—
VIEW COUNT: 0
"A god of anime cannot allow a story that exists without being watched."
Brush felt pressure again—but not force.
Expectation.
"So what happens now?" he asked.
Crunchyroller's answer was immediate.
"Now," she said,
"I test whether you belong in the canon…"
The counter ticked upward.
VIEW COUNT: 1
Somewhere—
someone had started watching.
⚠️ SYSTEM META ALERT
ENTITY IDENTIFIED: CRUNCHYROLLER
ROLE: GOD OF ALL ANIME
AUTHORITY: ARCHETYPES / PACING / CANON
STATUS: UNCHALLENGED