After nearly being gaslit into the fetal position and suffering a multiversal mental breakdown, Li Lu did what any geek genius with too much power and a grudge would do.
He waited.
He planned.
And then, he pounced.
Gojo thought it was over.
He strutted around the apartment like a man who'd just won a Nobel Prize in Chaos.
He was already storyboarding a webtoon about his "glorious prank war victory."
But Lu?
Lu was working in stealth mode. And Gojo, in all his divine glory, was too self-absorbed to even notice.
Gojo's View of Earth Lu
To Gojo, Lu was just:
A broke weeb A guy doing random jobs on Fiverr and Upwork A room gremlin who argued on anime forums The kind of guy who'd say "I can't afford rent" while holding a $400 collector's edition box set
He was not, in Gojo's eyes, someone important.
Not a threat.
Certainly not the same person managing his trillion-yen empire from the shadows.
Definitely not the most dangerous man alive.
Definitely not… his accountant.
So, when the attack began, Gojo didn't suspect a thing.
Saturday Night – 00:00:00
Gojo was chilling, scrolling through TikTok, arguing with a twelve-year-old in the comments section of an anime debate.
And then…
[Bank Alert] 10 yen has been transferred to an untraceable account.
He paused.
Huh. Weird.
He tried to call his accountant— "her", as he called her.
"The number you have dialled does not exist."
Gojo blinked.
"That's impossible. I literally spoke to her two hours ago..."
He checked his contacts.
Gone.
Email?
Bounced.
He called the bank in full divine panic.
After thirty minutes of corporate looping:
"Sir, your account has had no listed accountant for the last two hours."
"What do you mean no accountant?! That lady has managed my money for the last 12 years!"
"We have no record of a lady, sir."
And the picture in her file?
A girl from Argentina who thought "accounting" was a kind of salad dressing.
Provided by Lu.
Naturally.
The Loop Begins
Then came the next notification.
[Bank Alert] 10 yen deducted.
And again.
Every 5 minutes.
10 yen.
10 yen.
10 yen.
Gojo's screams echoed across the apartment.
Subaki, sipping tea on the couch:
"So. About that 5 yen..."
Gojo was pacing, calling different banks, different banks' banks, backup accounts, emergency fund vaults—
all of it compromised.
Every financial security protocol?
Bypassed.
Mocked.
Violated.
By someone who knew the system better than the people who built it.
But still—
Gojo didn't connect the dots.
Why would he?
Lu, in his mind, was just some broke geek trying to scrape by doing minimum-wage odd jobs and writing forum essays on shipping wars.
He even thought Lu worked as an online moderator for free.
"Poor guy," Gojo had once said. "So passionate, yet so broke."
Meanwhile, Lu was draining his fortune in 5-minute intervals.
Day 6: It Gets Personal
Exactly 6 days after the first attack, the next notification came.
Gojo, now expecting it, gave a weak sigh.
He checked the amount.
15 yen.
His face went pale.
Subaki: "…You, okay?"
Gojo: "…He escalated."
From then on, every 6 days, an additional 5 yen was added to the deduction.
Day 6: 15 yen
Day 12: 20 yen
Day 18: 25 yen
Day 24: 30 yen
And on...
Each deduction felt like a personal insult.
A slap from the universe.
A reminder that karma isn't always divine—it's petty.
Gojo's Flailing Attempts at Retaliation
Gojo tried everything.
He tried tracing the account using divine sense—blocked.
He tried summoning his celestial firewall—it crashed.
He tried opening a rift to his home universe to bring someone who could handle this—denied.
Why?
If he opened a dimensional rift, the MCs and their allies wouldimmediately detect it. And after all the lies he told them about "recuperating," his reputation would implode faster than a budget isekai MC. If he brought someone from the sci-fi system,they'd recognize Lu's face instantly.
Lu was notorious across the multiverse. A cosmic legend.
A scammer with divine-level receipts. If he somehow succeeded in summoning helpand hiding Lu—
Lu would still sense the intrusion, analyse the patterns, trace the digital distortion, and realize Gojo was the Creator God.
And then?
There would be war.
Lu, unrestricted, was Gojo's equal.
And Gojo wasn't ready to fight a pissed-off genius who could bankrupt the entire multiverse from a sofa.
The Cherry on Top
Gojo hired a team of "top-tier hackers" to track the source.
They failed.
And then they billed him.
Hourly.
Lu's students. Every single one of them.
They didn't even try to hide it.
Gojo was literally paying Lu's protégés to fail on purpose.
Subaki: "You're being robbed with style."
And Still… He Didn't Know
Even after all that. Even after weeks of panic and desperation.
Gojo still hadn't realized…
Lu was the one behind it.
Because in his eyes, Lu was still just:
A tired, broke, minimum-wage otaku Living in a dingy apartment with a collection of anime mugs Arguing on Reddit at 3 AM
Not the single greatest cyber-intellect to ever exist.
Not the legend that even gods were hunting across dimensions.
Not the same Li Lu who "accidentally" left 5 yen off a divine invoice and triggered this war.
Lu Watches. And Waits.
Lu, sitting quietly in the corner, casually sipping overpriced bubble tea, stared at Gojo—who was now sweating over every phone notification.
And in his head, he smiled.
"This is just the beginning, Gojo."
"There's more to come."