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"HEADSHOTS, DECAPITATIONS, SEVERED LIMBS—IS THIS WHAT WE WANT OUR CHILDREN PLAYING?"

"The 'Holy Grail War': A virtual pornography ring disguised as a battle royale?"

"Tragedy in Ohio: Teenager locks himself in VR pod for seven days, dies of dehydration. Mother cries tears of blood."

"Experts warn: Hyper-realistic VR leads to 'Reality Dissociation Syndro.' Gars are choosing the Matrix over their families."

"An utterly boring, trashy, broken ga. Don't believe the hype."

"Mark Sterling, CEO of Vanguard Gas, issues statent: 'Gas should embody love, peace, and microtransactions. Dark, violent gas distort a child's worldview.'"

...

Max scrolled through the trending tab. It was a bloodbath.

It wasn't just criticism. It was a coordinated, high-budget assassination.

Articles from reputable news sites. Tweets from verified accounts with millions of followers. YouTube video essays titled "The Dark Truth About Silverwood Studios."

And the comnts section? It was a bot farm.

User1293: "Trash ga. Uninstall."

Concerned_Mom_44: "My son played this and now he wants to marry a King Arthur. Disgusting."

Vanguard_Fan: "Just play Age of Titans. It's better."

If Max didn't have the System, he might have panicked. He might have believed that everyone hated him.

But he checked his stats.

[EMOTION POINTS: 198,450,000]

The points were still climbing.

"You can't fake emotion," Max muttered, a cold smile touching his lips. "To lose points, players have to genuinely hate the ga. But they don't. They love it. This is all noise."

He scrolled further down. Buried under the mountains of bot comnts, he saw real people trying to fight back.

[CHAT]:[Gar_Girl_99:] "This is fake news! The ga is amazing!"

[Maverick_Fan:] "Vanguard is just scared because they can't compete!"

[Lore_Master:] "Stop lying about the lore! It's deep and tragic, not pornographic!"

But their comnts were being mass-reported. They were sinking to the bottom of the algorithm, invisible to the public.

Max leaned back in his chair. He felt the anger bubbling up—the righteous fury of the Count of Monte Cristo.

"They want to play dirty," Max whispered. "They want to use their money and influence to silence ."

In most stories, the protagonist would livestream a tearful apology. Or write a long, detailed blog post refuting every point.

But Max knew how the world worked.

"If I argue, I lose," Max analyzed. "If I try to prove my innocence, I fall into their trap. They control the platform. They can delete my posts. They can shadowban my account."

So, what do you do when the ga is rigged?

You flip the table.

"Victory in chess," Max quoted an old strategist, "is often decided outside the chessboard."

If he didn't have power, he'd have to endure. But he did have power. He had the System. He had abilities that defied physics.

"I could burn them down," Max mused, his eyes glowing with a faint, dangerous light. "I could teleport into Vanguard HQ and set their server room on fire. I could erase their codebase."

It was tempting. It was efficient. It was exactly what Edmond Dantès would do.

"Burn the Goose Factory today. Burn the Pig Farm tomorrow. Whoever stops slandering first is the culprit."

He raised his hand, imagining the flas.

But then—

DING.

A chi echoed in his mind.

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION] [MILESTONE REACHED: 200,000,000 EMOTION POINTS]

[REWARDS UNLOCKED]

1. System Inventory Upgrade: Space expanded to 10 cubic ters.

2. Absolute Livestream Lock: You can designate one livestream account. This stream cannot be banned, muted, or throttled by any external force. (Duration: Permanent. Cooldown for switching accounts: 6 hours).

3. Absolute Pin (x10): You can select 10 posts on any social dia platform. These posts will be forcefully pinned to the global hopage for 24 hours. They cannot be deleted or hidden by admins.

4. Master Skill Pack:

Master Sculptor (Clay/Figure Making)

Master Designer (Graphics/UI)

Master Tailor (Cosplay/Fashion)

Master Craftsman (Prop Making)

Max blinked. The red glow in his eyes faded.

"Huh," Max said, lowering his hand. "Talk about perfect timing."

He looked at the rewards. Absolute Livestream Lock. Absolute Pin.

These weren't just tools; they were weapons of mass information warfare.

"I don't need to commit arson," Max realized, a different kind of smile spreading across his face. "I can just... talk. And they can't shut up."

He felt a twinge of "kindness." Why burn down a building when you can humiliate your enemy in front of the entire world? It was much more satisfying.

"Alright, Vanguard," Max whispered. "You want a dia war? Let's have a dia war."

He opened his text editor. He didn't write a defense. He didn't write an apology.

He wrote a challenge.

[DRAFTING POST...]

"To the 'Experts', the 'Concerned Parents', and the Corporate Sharks hiding behind them:

You say my ga is trash? You say it's dangerous?

Fine. Prove it.

I am officially announcing the Holy Grail War: Grand Exhibition Match at the Phoenix Nest Expo.

I invite anyone—pro gars, critics, Vanguard developers—to co and challenge live on stage. If you can find a single bug, a single glitch, or prove that your 'Triple-A' gas are superior... I will delete Holy Grail War forever.

But if you lose? You admit that the era of lazy cash-grabs is over.

See you in the Arena.

- Max, Silverwood Studios"

Max reviewed the text. It was arrogant. It was provocative. It was perfect.

He selected the [Absolute Pin] tool.

Target: Twitter (X), Facebook, InstaTok, Reddit, Weibo, YouTube.

"Execute," Max commanded.

CLICK.

Instantly, across the globe, social dia feeds glitched. The algorithm broke. Max's post slamd onto the top of every hopage, displacing news about elections and celebrity breakups.

Admins at Vanguard panicked. They tried to delete it.

[ERROR: ACTION DENIED] [ERROR: ADMINISTRATIVE OVERRIDE FAILED]

It was stuck. Like a sword in a stone.

For a mont, the internet went silent. It was as if a fat man had jumped into a calm bathtub.

Then, the water exploded.

[Chat]: [User1]: HOLY S***! HE CALLED THEM OUT!

[Gar]: THE MADMAN! HE PINNED IT TO THE FRONT PAGE!

[Vanguard_Employee]: Why can't we delete this?!

[Maverick]: "Delete the ga forever?" Those are high stakes. I'm in.

[Lore_Master]: The King has spoken. The war is on.

Max sat back, satisfied.

"Check," he said softly. "Your move, Sterling."

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