I stood in the centre of the district, the massive digging machines humming in the background, and opened my channel interface. My movements were sharp, driven by a growing sense of unease.
If there was an external force acting upon my digital presence, the evidence had to be buried somewhere in the metadata. As far as I knew, any administrative action, any penalty, or any shift in status that affected a channel's reach had to be logged in the owner's dashboard.
But as I scrolled through the glowing translucent windows, a strange silence greeted me.
Everything looked… perfect. There were no red flags, no "Service Suspended" notices, no warnings from the system's automated moderators. However, as I looked closer at the live metrics, the anomaly became clear. The number of gods following my channel was static. It was frozen at exactly fifteen thousand.
