Aura Farmers

The quiet town of Memeplex sprawled beneath a sky of digital constellations, each twinkling pixel a fragment of viral content. Streets lined with fiber optic cables pulsed with the raw energy of shared jokes and reaction images. In this haven, Aura Farmers tended their digital gardens, cultivating the essence of internet culture into pure power.

The whispers started at dawn. Market stalls fell silent. Children stopped their games. Even the most dedicated meme farmers abandoned their posts as word spread through town - the Meme Lord's return wasn't just speculation anymore.

Atop the central tower, constructed from the most resilient of template formats, Gojo Satoru lounged on his makeshift throne. The notification light caught his eye. He pulled out his phone, the screen reflecting off his blindfold as he studied the image macro that had appeared.

"Well, looks like the meme wars are back." A smile played across his face as he pocketed the device.

Across his gaze, Saitama relaxed in a battered armchair, one leg draped over the armrest. His bald head gleamed in the artificial light as he stared at the ceiling with characteristic disinterest. Yet even his perpetual boredom couldn't mask the electric tension crackling through the air.

"You're not planning on doing that thing again, are you?" Saitama's voice carried a note of exasperation. "Last time was way too much, man."

Gojo's grin widened. "Ah, don't worry," he said with a casual wink. "This is different. It's going to be legendary."

A dark mass blotted out the digital constellations above Memeplex. The air crackled with static as waves of outdated memes burst through the atmosphere - ancient rage comics and poorly cropped impact font images raining down like digital confetti.

Itachi Uchiha descended from the clouds, his red sharingan spinning with calculated menace. His black cloak rippled in the meme-charged breeze.

"You've been harvesting memes for far too long," Itachi's voice cut through the air with cold precision. "The time has come for all of you to face the consequences of your actions. The Meme Lord's resurrection is upon us."

Gojo shifted his weight, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. "Itachi, you never change, huh? You're all doom and gloom with that sharingan, but you can't meme your way out of this one."

"Enough." Itachi's eyes flared crimson. "The memes have been corrupted, Gojo. They have become too powerful for the likes of you and your followers."

The air between them warped and twisted as viral energy erupted. Hundreds of classic memes materialized - Trollface's iconic grin leered through the chaos, followed by the unsettling stare of Overly Attached Girlfriend. Each manifestation released a pulse of pure meme power.

Itachi's sharingan spun faster, bending the memes into reality-warping traps.

"Come on, Itachi," Gojo scoffed. "Is this the best you can do? You're using cringe memes? You're not even trying!"

A Trollface materialized inches from Gojo's face. He flicked his wrist, sending it hurtling back at Itachi.

"I warned you," Itachi's eyes narrowed to slits. "Meme Summon: The Cringe Storm!"

The air filled with an overwhelming barrage of cursed images and failed internet trends. Even Gojo grimaced as a photoshopped picture of himself wearing "the most fashionable meme face" assaulted his senses.

Gojo snapped his fingers. "Infinity Meme: Limitless Miiemes!"

A sphere of concentrated internet culture exploded outward. Grumpy Cat, Doge, and the immortal Rickroll collided with Itachi's cringe offensive. Reality buckled under the clash of opposing meme forces.

From his chair, Saitama pushed himself up with a sigh. "Alright, enough of this," he muttered, striding toward the chaos. "I'm gonna end this in one punch."

His fist connected, and the meme battle imploded. Itachi vanished into the digital horizon as the waves of cringe dissolved into binary nothingness.

Itachi pulled himself from the wreckage of shattered memes, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His sharingan flickered as he raised a trembling hand skyward. "You may have won this round, but the true power lies elsewhere." The air crackled with static electricity. "Prepare yourselves."

A shadow fell across the digital landscape. Lelouch vi Britannia emerged from a swirling vortex of corrupted data, his cape billowing dramatically behind him. His presence alone caused the surrounding memes to waver and distort.

"Enough of this nonsense." Lelouch's lips curled into his signature smirk. "If you truly believe memes can determine the future, you are gravely mistaken. I will use my Geass to control the memes themselves."

His left eye blazed crimson as the Geass activated. The very fabric of reality bent and warped around them. Memes began spiraling upward, forming a massive black hole in the digital sky - a "Meme Eclipse" that threatened to consume everything.

"Wait, what's going on?" Gojo's usual confidence faltered as he watched his memes being pulled into the void.

Saitama scratched his head, looking more annoyed than concerned. "This guy's really trying to ruin everything, huh?"

Before either could move, an explosion rocked the battlefield. Through the smoke strode Reigen Arataka, adjusting his tie with theatrical flair.

"Did I miss the party?" He cracked his knuckles with exaggerated confidence. "I'm here to take charge. I've been farming meme auras long before you guys even realized it was a thing."

"Wait, you?" Gojo's eyes widened behind his blindfold. "You've been hiding your meme farming power this whole time?"

"You didn't think I would let you two have all the fun, did you?" Reigen's smile didn't quite reach his eyes as he turned to face them all.

In one fluid motion, he summoned an overwhelming aura of memes that made the previous displays look like amateur hour. "Saitama... Gojo... you've served your purpose. But now, the ultimate meme is here."

The betrayal hit like a physical force. Reigen's collection of dark memes - the "Doomscroll," the "Rage Comic," and the dreaded "Unholy Thirst Memes" - merged into an abomination of digital power. Reality buckled as Reigen's mind warped under their influence.

"You were never meant to be part of the true meme revolution," he sneered, power crackling around him. "And now, you will all pay the price."

The digital landscape twisted and warped, pixels fragmenting into chaos as reality itself seemed to bend under the weight of concentrated meme energy. The once-peaceful farming grounds had transformed into a nightmarish battlefield where dark humor met raw power.

Gojo's infinity warped the space around him, his Limitless Meme abilities creating a barrier of endless scrolling content. But Reigen's dark aura crashed against it like waves of corrupted data, each impact sending shockwaves through the digital realm.

Saitama stood between them, his bald head reflecting the chaotic light show. His face showed mild annoyance rather than concern. "Man, this is getting way too complicated. Can't we just punch stuff anymore?"

"Oh, you don't get it yet?" Reigen's laugh echoed across the battlefield, distorting into something unnatural. "Your strength means nothing against the ultimate truth!"

The air crackled with static as Reigen raised his hands, dark meme energy coalescing around him. "Witness the Meme of Truth! The power that exposes all!"

A massive surge of energy exploded outward, washing over everyone in waves of raw information. Gojo's barrier shattered like glass, and his usually composed face twisted in horror as the truth invaded his mind.

Saitama dropped to one knee, his perpetual boredom replaced by something deeper, more painful. The truth of their existence - the hollow pursuit of power through memes, the endless farming of content for strength - hit them both like physical blows.

"We've been... we've been doing it wrong all along," Gojo whispered, his blindfold slipping slightly to reveal wide, shocked eyes.

Lelouch stepped forward through the chaos, his Geass burning bright against the digital storm. His cape billowed dramatically as he faced Reigen's overwhelming power.

"This battle is far from over," he muttered, his voice carrying across the battlefield despite the roaring energy around them.