First Intergalactic Emperor: Starting With The Ancient Goddess

Xavier raised his hand slowly and said in that soft, gentle tone again, ”Please... I just want to say one last thing.”

The crowd leaned in. Lucas and Ethan stood frozen, mute, shaking with rage as the silence dragged them deeper into irrelevance.

Xavier turned to everyone and smiled — a smile so painfully pure it almost looked holy.

”I know Lucas and his guild reported me just now... but please, don’t report them back. That wouldn’t be fair. They’re just a guild of, what, eighty? Maybe a hundred players?”

He looked around, eyes wide and innocent.

”We’re hundreds of thousands here. It wouldn’t be right if so many of us reported such a small group back, would it? I mean... if we did that, their accounts might get banned. And that... would be too cruel.”

And that was it.

That was all he needed to say.

Because the crowd went wild.

”NO, FUCK THAT.”

”BAN THEM ALL!”

”XAVIER IS TOO PURE FOR THIS WORLD!”

”HE’S ASKING US TO FORGIVE THEM WHILE THEY BULLIED HIM? NAH, THEY GOTTA GO.”

In under a minute, the server was on fire.

Thousands of players started reporting Lucas, Ethan, and every single Crimson Vow member still breathing in-game. A system-wide alert started pinging, and before Xavier even moved from his spot...

[Notice: The following players have been permanently banned due to mass violation reports and confirmed behavior review:]

[Lucas_29 | EthanFrost | CrimsonVow Guild ID #940201...]

[Account Deletion Confirmed.]

The moment it popped up on everyone’s screen, the plaza erupted.

People cheered, screamed, clapped, some even cried. Xavier stood still, blinking slowly, trying to look surprised and heartbroken.

But inside, he was dying of laughter.

Once the chaos settled a little, he stepped forward and bowed slightly. ”Thank you... really. I wasn’t expecting this. I was just asking everyone not to hate them. But... maybe this will bring change.”

He sighed and dropped the last fucking nuke.

The moment it happened, the plaza erupted in wild cheers. Applause. Dancing emotes. Fireworks spells. Banners in the sky.

Xavier just stood there with that same soft, broken smile.

”I didn’t want this,” he said, as his voice echoed through the local chat and stream. ”I really didn’t. I begged everyone not to do this. But... thank you. Thank you for standing up for me. I won’t forget this.”

The players were fully convinced.

To them, Xavier was the digital messiah of justice and kindness.

But he wasn’t finished yet.

He turned to the crowd again and dropped the last nail in the coffin.

”I just want to say something before I log out,” he said, clutching his chest like it actually pained him. ”There are players like Lucas and Ethan everywhere. Not just in this game... but in every VR game. They might not bully me, but they’re bullying someone.”

He paused.

”So please... don’t report them in other games. That wouldn’t be fair. Not unless they actually bullied you too.”

Oliver—watching from the back—nearly choked on his drink.

’This fucker... oh my god, he’s baiting them. He’s baiting the world.’

And then, the livestream chats exploded. Every forum, every comment section, every VR-related community across Earth and even other planets caught fire.

”WE GOTTA WIPE THOSE BITCHES FROM THE WHOLE MULTIVERSE.”

”BAN THEM FROM EXISTENCE.”

”Lucas and Ethan getting banned in real time in 12 different games now!”

”VR Studios announcing lifetime ban. LMAO they cooked!”

”He’s so humble 😭😭😭”

”I’m reporting Lucas on every damn platform now.”

”We can’t let him bully anyone ever again!”

”BAN THEM IN EVERY GAME! CLEANSE THE VR WORLD!”

What followed was digital genocide.

Oliver just stood next to him with his mouth slightly open.

”Bro...” he muttered. ”You’re fucking insane.”

Xavier leaned closer, still smiling, and whispered, ”And this was just a warm-up.”

One guy in the crowd yelled, ”Even Nova Rush 4 banned ’em! That game doesn’t even have a reporting system!”

Another shouted, ”Their names got blacklisted from all upcoming game releases. That’s fuckin’ legendary!”

All night long, streamers, players, and guild forums joined in on the crusade. Every game Lucas and Ethan had ever logged into—gone. Every account? Deleted. The servers were ruthless, automated AI triggered by player consensus. They couldn’t stop it even if they begged.

And then came the breaking news:

”VR Consortium bans Lucas and Ethan from all future VR platforms and game titles effective immediately. Their names have been blacklisted across all official servers.”

They weren’t just banned from one game.

They were banned from existence in the virtual universe.

By morning, every VR game that ever existed, and every one in development, blacklisted Lucas and Ethan. Some companies even issued public statements:

”Following recent revelations, players Lucas and Ethan have been permanently banned from our platforms. We do not tolerate harassment, bullying, or toxic behavior. Not in our games. Not ever.”

Digital execution. Done.

Xavier had just erased them from the virtual world. They no longer existed online. Their avatars, accounts, profiles, everything—gone.

And yet... Xavier was still smiling politely.

Because that was just the warm-up.

The real execution was about to happen in real life.

And he was going to make them beg for a respawn.

Xavier turned to Oliver and muttered under his breath, ”Let’s log out.”

Oliver hesitated. ”...You gonna sleep?”

Xavier smiled, eyes cold. ”Nah. I am going to meet Requiem and you are coming with me.”

”Pick me up from my house, then. I will be waiting.”

And just like that, the screen began to fade—pixel by pixel—as Xavier’s avatar vanished from the server.

Xavier logged out.

The darkness of the pod faded, and the soft blue lights of his room blinked on. The visor lifted, hissing slightly. He stretched his arms, a little stiff from staying logged in for hours. His body felt light. Maybe it was the high of completely destroying Lucas and Ethan.

Ping.

A message popped up on his wristband from Oliver.

”Bro, check this out. Shit’s insane.”

There was a link. Xavier tapped it.

It opened a live stream.

The face of a popular Earth streamer filled the screen — wide-eyed, sweating, looking like he was covering the end of the world.

”And boom! Just five minutes ago, it was confirmed — Crimson Vow is no more. Their accounts? Deleted. Every member? Gone. And Lucas and Ethan? Bro...”

He turned to the other screen, reading out loud.

”Listen to this — ’Following recent events, all VR gaming platforms have permanently banned users Lucas and Ethan. Their game histories, account data, and even forum access have been revoked.’”

He paused.

”But wait, that’s not even the real part.”

The screen switched again — a tweet, a video, a press release — one after another.

’Galaxia Corp bans Lucas and Ethan from using their cloud services.’

’NovaLuxe cancels Ethan’s smartbed pre-order and issues public statement: ”We don’t support bullies.”’

’StellarFi denies future credit access for Lucas. ”Our platform isn’t a playground for toxic behavior.”’

’Even XenoSnax, the fucking space snack company, banned them from their loyalty program!’

’Confirmed: Boycott of Lucas and Ethan active in over 17 planetary networks.’

Xavier blinked.

He wasn’t even mad.

He just leaned back on the pod wall and laughed.

”Damn... all I wanted was to ruin their game accounts,” he muttered. ”Didn’t expect to wipe their existence from the fucking economy too.”

His smirk deepened.

”But yeah... this is better.”

Because when the whole galaxy hates you, that’s when the pain really begins.

And Xavier wasn’t even close to done.