Ian studied the Body Stone for a long time before finally understanding its embedded structure. He grinned to himself. "Heh, this is going to be fun."
He took out a large quantity of Life Stones and, assembling them like building blocks, constructed them into a close-fitting Soft Armor. He carefully put it on underneath the Gem Armor set.
"Heh, sure, in vanilla Minecraft you can only wear one armor set—but this is the real world! Besides, it's just a little DIY undershirt, so of course it makes sense I can wear it!" he said, nodding in self-approval.
Then Ian pulled out a Catalytic Lens. This thing could fire a straight beam that destroyed blocks. He tried channeling EMC into it, and instantly, the already powerful laser thickened, its color deepening dramatically.
"Wow! The power of pay-to-win is insane!" Ian shouted excitedly, waving the Catalyst Lens. Beams of light shot forth, blasting craters into the distant edges of the Skyblock island.
Even obsidian, once unbreakable, was now pierced like tofu under the blazing might of the pay-to-win beam.
"So this is one of the strongest forces across all worlds—the power of pay-to-win? I've mastered it at last!"
With a thought, the Power Claw on his left hand clicked. A small slot opened on the back of the gauntlet, and Ian carefully embedded the shrunken Catalyst Lens inside—it fit perfectly.
"Huh? You think I'm cosplaying Thanos? What, he's got a problem with that? If he's not convinced, bring him here—let's see who ends up decaying!"
"Speaking of which —Thanos had six Infinity Stones. I can't fall behind, can I?"
Acting on impulse, Ian immediately took out the Life Stone, Soul Stone, Body Stone, Mind Stone, Philosopher's Stone, and Gem of Eternal Density, embedding each one into the new slots on the Power Claw.
"What's so great about him? I've got seven! Even Thanos didn't have seven stones! Watch closely, Thanos—behold the power of the Seven-Stone Combo!"
After a brief fit of madness, Ian shook his head to dispel his delirious thoughts.
He then grabbed several Watches of Flowing Time, tinkering away as he merged them with color-shifted Repair Talismans, forging a beautifully designed Emblem that he hung around his neck.
Ian lightly ran his finger over it, and a brand-new Ice Mirror instantly condensed in the air, floating before him.
The old one had already been obliterated in his earlier laser rampage—either melted in the heat or shattered into nothingness.
Staring at his reflection, Ian nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad. Perfect, actually."
Now, his entire body gleamed with divine artifacts—the Gem Armor and Ring of Arcana granted immense defense and strength, along with elemental control.
The Life Stone Soft Armor liner endowed him with nearly infinite recovery power.
The Catalyst Lens embedded in his Power Claw unleashed destructive might, surrounded by five glowing stones that pulsed with terrifying energy.
The Void Ring granted unmatched mobility.
And on his chest, the Emblem born from the Watch of Flowing Time and Repair Talisman radiated the authority to manipulate time itself.
This ensemble was the pinnacle of luxury—yet somehow elegant, balanced, and complete.
At that moment, he looked every bit the ultimate final boss of a game—radiating an aura of dominance and absolute supremacy.
"Damn, this feeling… it's just so amazing." Ian was at a loss for words. Amazing was all he could say.
He took a deep breath, feeling the surge of power coursing through him. Every cell in his body seemed to be cheering in excitement.
He couldn't help but imagine, I'm brimming with energy right now—what I really need is an enemy to vent it on.
Just as Ian was admiring his "divine gear" in the mirror and fantasizing about crushing imaginary foes, a familiar ding-dong chime rang in his mind. The group chat notification had gone off.
The crisp alert snapped him out of his self-admiration.
He opened the Transmigrator Group Chat. Instantly, the screen flooded with messages.
[Freezing Cold]: "@Super Block Man, boss, hurry up! The group's voting for an admin!"
Ian scrolled through the chat until a system prompt appeared.
[DING... Group activity detected. Initiating admin election.]
[DING... Shop function unlocked. You can upload items for points, or spend 10,000 points to create a personal shop. No loss in process (custom prices allowed but not below 60% of system buy price).]
[Admin Preliminary Privileges: ]
[(1) Free Shop creation; 20% discount on Store items.]
[(2) Choose new member alignment: Neutral Good or Neutral Evil. Current group members detected as leaning toward the Good alignment. Recommended choice: Neutral Good.]
[(3) Transmigration travel cost reduced by 50%.]
[DING... Voting window closes in 10 minutes.]
Before Ian could closely examine the detailed voting rules, the group chat had already erupted.
[Freezing Cold]: "@Super Block Man, boss! You need to be the Admin! You're the one! Already voted!"
[Boiling Alive]: "Boss! You need to be the Admin! You're the one! Already voted!"
[Starving Platform]: "Boss! You need to be the Admin! You're the one! Already voted!"
[DING! Super Block Man has received a majority vote. Voting concluded.]
[Congratulations, Super Block Man, you are now the Group Administrator.]
[Please name your shop and choose the new member alignment: Neutral Good or Neutral Evil.]
Ian blinked in confusion at the unified chant of support. He hadn't even read the full rules yet—and somehow, he was already the admin.
But then he thought about it—being Admin came with serious perks: free shop, item discounts, half-cost world travel.
Especially the last one—it was too good to resist. With such power and the means to explore other worlds, how could he not?
[Super Block Man]: "Since everyone chose me, I'll gladly accept."
He posted a screenshot of the alignment options in the chat.
[Super Block Man]: "@Everyone, which one do you want to pick?"
Ian himself didn't care much. Whatever alignment new members chose wouldn't really affect him. Such confidence came from overwhelming power and nearly infinite resources.
[Freezing Cold]: "This one's great! Of course we should go with the Neutral Good alignment!" Molly immediately perked up.
[Freezing Cold]: "Then we won't have to deal with weird or evil people joining! Life's already hard enough in the apocalypse—who needs more villains?" she said, taking the lead.
[Starving Platform:] "Agreed."
[Boiling Alive]: "Agreed."
"All right then, Neutral Good alignment it is!" Ian declared, locking in the choice.
[DING... Neutral Good alignment selected.]
Neutral Good faction includes:
*Lawful Good – Strictly follows laws and morals, with a strong sense of duty and honor.
*Neutral Good – Focused on helping others, flexible, practical, not bound by rigid rules.
*Chaotic Good – Acts on personal morals, defies authority and constraint, pursues freedom and kindness.
*Lawful Neutral – Values order and rules as the foundation of stability and progress.
*True Neutral – Stays balanced between good and evil, order and chaos; avoids extremes.
In the group, Molly, Felix, and Leo probably counted as Lawful Good or Neutral Good before transmigration; now, they were more like Neutral Good.
As for Ian himself, before transmigration, he'd have called himself Lawful or Neutral Good. But now?
"With my power and near-limitless resources, I'll walk the path of Chaotic Good—from now on, I'll act according to the good I believe in!"
"I believe good is good. My standards are the standards. If you don't agree with my goodness—then you're evil."