**Chapter 4: Admin Privileges are a Dangerous Thing**
"Alright, readers, time for a proper gaming arc!" Tonmoy announced, plugging a set of controllers into the Monitor System.
The Aetherial Crucible dissolved, its prismatic lights and rubber chickens reforming into a world of pixelated blocks. A Minecraft server interface overlaid their reality. Aetherion's starry form glitched into a Steve (the player, not the puppy) skin, the Giggling Glove becoming a diamond pickaxe.
"*Edit: +25% pixel power!*" he laughed.
Tonmoy, wanting to observe the social dynamics, appointed a random, loudmouthed player named `Xx_IamGod_xX` as an admin. The server chat immediately exploded.
* **Xx_IamGod_xX:** I AM THE ONE ABOVE ALL! BOW BEFORE ME OR BE KICKED!
* **Player1:** BRO THINKS HE'S A MARVEL CHARACTER LMAO
* **Player2:** MODS, WAKE UP!! HE'S ON A POWER TRIP!
Tonmoy sipped his coffee. "Huh. Guess I should do something."
He began to type.
`/troll Xx_IamGod_xX unsolved-childhood-trauma`
The kid's screen flashed with distorted, sad memories. A new achievement popped up for all to see: **"Therapy Needed (0/10 Sessions Completed)."** Next, he typed:
`/troll Xx_IamGod_xX SFX demons-of-hell-SFX-screaming`
Demonic screams began blaring from the kid's speakers every three seconds, overlayed with a robotic voice repeating, "You are not a god. You are a squeaky toy." The kid's shrieks in the Discord voice chat were legendary.
But the players wanted more. "DO SOMETHING FUNNIER!" they spammed.
Tonmoy yawned. "Fine… let's meme." He executed his final command. A fake FBI alert appeared on the admin's screen: "**FBI! OPEN UP!**"
Just then, the server log blipped.
* **Lucifer Morningstar has joined the game.**
* **Lucifer:** A worthy opponent, Moderator. Let us dance. 😈
* **Satan and Hell's Legion have joined the game.**
The chat went wild. Tonmoy, completely unfazed, typed one last line.
`/ban Lucifer Morningstar 9999Y R="Being cringe"`
The log updated.
* **Lucifer Morningstar was banned by Server Moderator.**
* **Satan and Hell's Legion have left the game.**
A stunned silence fell over the server. Aetherion's avatar laughed, the sound a series of blocky particles. "Even Hell bows to the banhammer!"
Tonmoy sipped his coffee. "Well, that was fun. Time to touch grass." He replaced the server with a peaceful, creative-mode flower field and left the disgraced admin stuck in an inescapable baby-level parkour course. Steve the void puppy waddled in, earning a new T-shirt spawn from the system.
The Crucible pulsed, the Minecraft overlay fading, leaving the team in a now-quiet realm. The super arc had been a chaotic success, but the silence hinted that Gringo's next move would be far less amusing.
**[End of Volume 4]**