Kael shrugged. He pressed the hotkey. For a second, nothing happened. Then Kael’s Titan armor shattered like glass—shards of purple netherite dissolving into white smoke. His sword turned to a wooden axe. His beacons winked out. His health bar dropped from 80 hearts to 20. He fell from his bedrock pillar and landed in a pool of water, gasping.

Kael laughed. “What does it do? Heal? Fly?”

He was a Kit Maker.

Jian walked up to him. “I showed you the vanilla.”

Jian closed his GUI. Sixty-three kits left. He’d never delete another one unless he had to. He looked at the sky of Axiom —a pixel sun setting over a server now at peace—and smiled.

He had never used it because it would also delete the target’s memory of ever having the modded kit. They wouldn’t just lose Titan. They would lose the desire for it.

Then he opened the Ghost kit for himself. Leather tunic. Stone sword. And a book that now read: "Sometimes, the most powerful thing you can give someone is nothing at all."

Jian wasn’t a builder. He couldn’t craft a castle or wire a redstone computer. He wasn’t a fighter, either; his hands shook in a direct PvP duel. But on the server known as Axiom , Jian was a god.