A rush of dopamine hit him. The chat exploded: “OMG OWNER ONLINE” “BAN HIM DADDY.” Leo smiled. This was control.

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Leo felt a cold twitch in his finger. He clicked on Ben’s name. Reason: "Exploiting."

Leo stared at the screen. He hadn’t banned the exploiters. He hadn’t saved his game. He had just clicked buttons until there was nobody left to click on.

The screen went white. A sound like tearing paper screeched from his speakers. Every player’s avatar snapped backward, arms flailing. The chat flooded with disconnect messages faster than his eyes could read. Then, a single red line of server text appeared:

Some scripts don’t destroy the server. They destroy the god who wields them.

Leo sat alone in the empty Roblox hub, standing on a gray void. The GUI was gone. His tools were empty.

Leo hovered his mouse over it. There were 47 players left. They were all running away, jumping into the void, begging in chat: “Please no” “We’re sorry” “Turn it off.”