The stream quality bumped up to 4K Ultra automatically.
Somewhere, an auto-mod bot short-circuited trying to keep up with the incoming comments.
『Danger_Zone9000: I just missed a funeral for this, don't disappoint.』
『BingusTheRatLord: I told my mom this is a coding tutorial.』
『MindFreaky: Can confirm. Coding my doomscroll addiction into overdrive.』
Hovering high above Moon City, the Anomaly stood like a gothic statue atop a sleek black board, one boot gently pressed against the floating satellite panel's casing.
Red and violet lights flickered across the panel's rim, glowing like something alien.
Then he spoke, voice calm and smooth as midnight.
"This panel belongs to the GHC," he began, resting a gloved palm against the glowing tech. "The Global Hero Commission. One of the many little toys they placed around Moon City in case a meteor ever felt like sightseeing."
『SleepyMagi: …Wait, that's real???』
『QuantumDolphin88: Man just casually flexed he can delete asteroids 💀』
『HeroNo1Supporter: Where are the damn heroes when you need them???』
Jason, still hunched forward in his busted apartment chair with a half-eaten Frymart nugget stuck to his sock, nearly choked on his spit.
"Oh hell no, not this guy again," he muttered.
The chat, naturally, descended into chaos.
『SpicyKimchiRoll: Bro, go support something else. Like your receding hairline.』
『BluntForceTrauma69: Imagine calling yourself HeroNo1Supporter AND being surprised they're late 💀』
『Ch4oS_Qu33n: The only thing heroic is you finally leaving this stream.』
『HeroNo1Supporter has left the stream.』
『Chat: celebratory airhorn emojis intensify 🎺🎺🎺』
Back on stream, red circuitry had begun to snake out from the Anomaly's palm.
It looked like his hand had turned into a living motherboard — glowing lines spreading across the panel like blood vessels in neon.
The screen dimmed.
A holographic window flickered into view.
[SYSTEM BREACH IN PROGRESS...]
[EXECUTING: SKYFALL OVERRIDE]
[LOADING EXTERNAL FEED…]
Then, just as Jason went to grab another fry, the drone cam zoomed out, and a soft mechanical hum began to rise.
The satellite panel began to glow — the kind of ominous glow that made conspiracy theorists pop champagne.
『FunkMasterFlex91: He's gonna nuke the damn MOON, isn't he???』
『$10,000 donation received from DonutOverlord.』
『DonutOverlord: NOBODY. MOVE. I JUST DONATED 10K.』
『Chat: DONATIONTRAINDONATION TRAIN』
『TacoTuesdayTilIDie: Someone check on NASA.』
In a single motion, the Anomaly hopped back onto his board, wind sweeping through his trench coat like he rehearsed it.
Because he definitely rehearsed it.
Then it happened.
The panel fired.
No countdown. No flashy effects.
Just a sudden, CRIMSON BEAM of energy launching into the sky like the universe just stubbed its toe.
The camera cut — smooth as butter — to a drone hovering in the dark void of space. The curve of Earth glowed beneath it.
Jason gasped. Chat spammed the word "ART."
The beam pierced through the void and slammed into an orbiting satellite labeled AX-9.
BOOM.
The explosion was silent — space was weird like that — but Jason still flinched hard enough to slap himself in the face with his TV remote.
The AX-9 shattered like cheap porcelain, its pieces spinning off into nothingness.
Back on Earth, the drone cam returned to the Anomaly.
He wasn't alone anymore.
Five new figures hovered in the air, spaced out like a war movie poster. C
loaks, capes, and armor gleamed in the night sky. And in the center of them… floated him.
The World's No. 1 Hero.
A titan in white and gold armor with solar flares sparking off his back. The kind of man who made statues blush and protein powder companies send DMs.
『GreasyGoblin23: Uh oh. Dad's home.』
『MindFreaky: My guy really ended the satellite arc and unlocked the boss battle in the same episode 😭』
『Ch4oS_Qu33n: Not me biting my nails like this is a kdrama.』
『TacoTuesdayTilIDie: IF HE BEATS THE NO.1 HERO I'M GETTING HIS FACE TATTOOED ON MY BACK.』
Jason couldn't look away.
The Anomaly didn't move.
He just stared at the incoming heroes, board slowly rising higher as though daring them to try something.
"…Now this should be fun."
The five S-rank heroes surrounded Anomaly in the air like wolves cornering a fox.
Each one famous. Each one feared. And each one, judging by the chat, had their own legion of diehard stans and thirsty fan accounts.
『Cyber_K3ng: I'm not gonna lie... if I was standing between Cybellatrix's thighs I would simply perish 😭』
『Danger_Zone9000: That's Number 10!! CYBELLATRIX IS IN THE BUILDING 🔥』
『GreasyGoblin23: Girl's a literal tank in heels, I'm in love.』
S-rank Hero No. 10, Cybellatrix, stepped forward — half-human, half-cybernetic goddess of destruction.
Her dark skin gleamed under the moonlight, contrasting with the cold metal of her enhanced limbs.
Her curvy silhouette belied the fact she could punch through a mountain and not lose her breath.
One hand was flesh, the other a gleaming, reinforced gauntlet with rotating joints and faintly humming energy.
She brought both up in a smooth, fluid stance. Not showy. Professional. Ready to destroy.
Her deep eyes locked on Anomaly.
"Last chance to stand down," she said, her voice low, modulated, and faintly mechanical.
『BingusTheRatLord: If she told me to surrender I'd sit down and start crying immediately.』
Jason leaned closer to his screen, his leftover Frymart fries falling onto the floor. He didn't even care.
Another figure dropped down beside Cybellatrix — twirling through the air like an Olympic gymnast with zero regard for gravity.
S-rank Hero No. 6, Mirra, landed with one foot on the panel's edge, knees bent, arms wide like a dancer.
She flicked her silver-blue hair back and turned to Anomaly with a lazy smirk.
She had been holding the No.1 Hero's hand a moment ago — though to be fair, it looked like he was carrying her like a grocery bag.
Mirra was famous for her clone-based martial arts.
Known for precision. Speed. And looking really, really good while doing both.
"Come on, Anomaly," she said. "You had your fun. Let the adults take it from here."
『DonutOverlord: MIRRA TOO??? Bro this is an event.』
『QuantumDolphin88: We are watching an anime season finale in real time.』
Behind them, the two remaining figures floated in with very different energies.
The first was Blitzkore, the S-rank speedster. His neon yellow streaked bodysuit buzzed faintly with static electricity.
He wore goggles and chewed gum like someone who had never taken a thing seriously in his life.
"Dibs on his shoes," Blitzkore said with a shrug. "If he dies."
『TacoTuesdayTilIDie: Blitzkore talking like he's not about to get folded 😂』