History is written by the victors… but legends are made by the ones who refuse to fall."
Those words echoed in Issei's mind as he faced Anitwitter Supreme.
His opponent stood tall, radiating 2D-only energy so potent that real women in a 50-mile radius lost 10 attractiveness points instantly.
The hot springs had become a war zone.
The Oppai Nakama stood their ground, surrounded by the 2D Purists' army—a legion of glasses-wearing, neckbeard-wielding, basement-dwelling warriors, each one stronger than the last.
Anitwitter Supreme pushed up his glowing glasses.
"You fools think you can stand against the true path? I have walked the Anime Vatican, debated in the Reddit Temples, and passed the Great Gate of MAL Elites. You are but lowly casuals in my presence."
A dark aura erupted from him—
It was Aura Farming Time