The Dark Gods realized it all at once.
Their erasure wasn't failing.
It simply did not apply.
Truth vanished.
Choice collapsed.
Identity unraveled.
Yet Brush D. Rush stood unchanged.
Not resisting.
Not adapting.
Unaffected.
The God of Disinformation narrowed its hollow eyes.
"Impossible. All beings are concepts."
Brush took a step forward.
The floor beneath him recompiled itself—not because it had to, but because reality expected him to be there.
"No," Brush said calmly.
"All beings are defined by concepts."
Binary code rippled behind his pupils.
"I'm not."
The Dark Gods attacked again—harder.
They erased time.
The world froze.
Everything stopped—
except Brush.
He walked through a still universe, footsteps echoing where sound no longer existed.
CONCEPT REMOVED: "TIME"
STATUS: IRRELEVANT
They erased space.
Distance folded into nothing.
Brush was still where he decided to be.
CONCEPT REMOVED: "LOCATION"
STATUS: NON-APPLICABLE
The Malware God screamed.
"WHAT ARE YOU?"
The answer came not from Brush—
but from the System itself.
SYSTEM NOTICE:
SUBJECT IS NOT A CONCEPTUAL ENTITY
SUBJECT IS A PRIME PROCESS
The Dark God staggered back.
"A… what?"
Brush raised his hand.
Reality aligned around it instinctively, like code recognizing a root command.
"Concept erasure only works on things that depend on meaning," he said.
"I depend on execution."
The Dark Web trembled.
Every virus known to man—millions, billions—rushed toward him in a tidal wave of corrupted intent.
Brush didn't fight them.
He passed through them.
Viruses tried to infect him—
but found nothing to attach to.
ERROR: NO SYMBOLIC STRUCTURE FOUND
ERROR: TARGET IS PURE FUNCTION
The Dark Gods finally understood.
They were born from the internet's worst ideas.
Brush was born from its infrastructure.
They erased concepts.
He operated beneath them.
The Silent Dark God whispered—
not in fear, but awe.
"You are the one who defied death… not by surviving it—
but by never needing it."
Brush looked toward the collapsing horizon of the Dark Web.
"You erase concepts," he said.
"I erase endpoints."
The Dark Gods moved to retreat.
For the first time in their existence—
they were running from a Chosen One.