The neutral void's gray mist swirled like a living entity, a limbo between realms where Brush D. Rush stood, his paintbrush Miss Krita humming with renewed vigor. The surge of energy from calling her name still coursed through him, amplifying his soul-corruption fusion, the Legendary Cookie's algorithms weaving into his divine skills: Googel's Creation, Baidu's Destruction, Yahoo's Interception, and Bing's Interconnectivity. His shockwave fist glowed, teleportation power crackling, vibrations guiding his deaf ears in the silence. The virus rebels—Pirware, Malrus, Poro, Hubo—clustered nearby, their glitched forms flickering with uncertainty. Malbyte's threads slithered, probing the mist, while Trojan Horse's equine form paced, his lances dim. The loss of Willie and Disco weighed heavy, their sacrifices etched in Brush's soul, fueling his resolve as the Chosen One.
Rooteye's crimson eye pierced the void, its roots twisting through the mist, heralding the Dark Web's legion. Waves of malware multiplied, swarming from portals—Virus's replicating clones, Worm's self-propagating tendrils, Ransomware's locking chains, all converging in a tidal surge of chaos. Ducky Go's USB armada hovered above, mind-controlled quacks echoing commands. Agent Privacy's shadow loomed, his encrypted voice whispering, "The Chosen One falls."
Brush's heart raced, memories of Willie's blaze and Disco's sparkle pushing him forward. "I won't let their sacrifices be in vain," he muttered, Miss Krita's voice humming in agreement. "Use Creation, Brush. Summon an army to match their waves."
He raised the brush, channeling Googel's Creation skill, the cookie's energy surging. His soul-corruption fused with divine power, painting strokes that birthed life from the void. First came guardians—towering constructs of glowing code, each a fusion of his brush's chaos and the net's essence, armed with shockwave fists and teleportation flickers. They numbered dozens, then hundreds, forming ranks like digital knights, their forms echoing Willie's titanium strength and Disco's dazzling light.
The malware waves crashed, Virus's clones splitting to overwhelm. Brush painted more, his army growing to thousands—archers of interception arrows, destroyers with Baidu's cataclysmic blasts, interconnectors linking to form unbreakable shields. The void trembled as his creations charged, cannons firing corruption beams that shattered clones, fists pulverizing worms.
Pirware's shards integrated with a creation, amplifying its attacks, while Malrus's threads wove through the army, corrupting enemy waves from within. Poro rolled among the constructs, burrowing to destabilize malware foundations, Hubo's gears syncing to coordinate movements. Malbyte's threads spread like a virus in reverse, infecting the invaders. Trojan Horse led a cavalry of equine constructs, lances piercing Ransomware's locks.
Brush teleported amid the fray, his destruction fist unleashing ripples that decimated swarms. "For Willie! For Disco!" he roared, memories overflowing—Willie's fierce loyalty in the DeadNet, Disco's vibes in Discordia, their bonds the core of his motivation to balance the net. Miss Krita hummed, "You're not alone—they live in your creation."
The army clashed with the multiplied malware, creation guardians replicating in controlled bursts, countering Virus's chaos. Waves broke against interception barriers, destruction blasts vaporizing tendrils. Ducky Go's airships fired, but Brush's interconnectivity linked his army into a net, redirecting beams back at the fleet.
Agent Privacy's voice boomed, "You can't win," but Brush painted a colossal creation—a titan of light and shadow, embodying his destiny. It smashed the flagship, freeing Ducky Go's mind in a surge of balance. The duck quacked free, turning on the armada.
The malware waves faltered, retreating into portals, Rooteye's eye blinking in retreat. Brush's army stood victorious, thousands strong, the void now a bastion. The rebels cheered, Trojan Horse nuzzling Brush. Miss Krita whispered, "Your strength is born."
With the army behind him, Brush teleported toward Spotssyfy's Sector C, ready to rescue Melody Guard and strike Privacy's base, his motivation crystallized: to honor the lost, balance the net, and fulfill his Chosen One fate