Melvin disregarded the old Wattpad votes. Nobody knew the true extent of the power he held. Why should he abide by these rules? Why should he have to play this futile game? Nothing about this mattered. This particular scenario has played out before his keen Villager eyes over a thousand times as each generation passed. He did not age. He only gained experience. He did not trade, as the racial stereotype suggested, but rather observed. Monetary gain was meaningless to Melvin. The only thing that mattered was the hierarchy of power in this realm, and Chain_Mail_Sword was becoming far too powerful for his liking. Chain_Mail's blatant abuse of the command block's abilities was dangerous, as even the most basic of natural functions were warped into something perverted. Blood? No despawning? What was the point? The one thing that made Melvin fearful of Chain_Mail_Sword in the first place was the seeming lack of reason behind his decisions. He was too spontaneous for Melvin's liking, and that amount of power did not belong to someone so undisciplined. The scenario of mentoring Chain_Mail crossed his mind, but Melvin did not want to take on a student too old. With age comes corruption, and with corruption comes stubbornness.  Too much of the natural order of this world had been tampered with by Chain_Mail_Sword's command block antics, and for that, he needed to be punished. With a mere thought, Melvin isolated himself and Chain_Mail in a limbo-like dimension. 

Chain_Mail, being in the middle of battle before the teleportation, fell to the ground as he swung his sword into the dead air. Realizing his surroundings, he gasped.

"Wh-where am I? What just happened?" He noticed Melvin floating above him, his eyes aglow with white flames. "Oh- sup, Melv? Do you know where we are? This is really weir-"

Chain_Mail was suddenly cut off as he found himself being forcefully lifted into the air.

"Enough," Melvin bellowed. "I have created and destroyed worlds, lived in times and dimensions beyond your understanding, and yet your self-righteousness still amazes me. You abused the power of the command block. A mere mortal should not even gaze upon its form, yet you decided that you wanted to become like a god. In the process, you ended up defiling your world beyond natural recognition. For that, Chain_Mail_Sword, you must be punished."

Chain_Mail looked at Melvin in complete bafflement.

"Melv, do you know how easy it was to access a command block? I literally found it deep in a cave formation as I was strip mining! I don't even know what you really are or what authority you're acting on, but you can't blame me for gaining access! Melvin, what are you, really? You said that you've destroyed worlds and all of this other crazy stuff. The only reason I'm inclined to believe it is because you are holding me with your mind!"

"Perhaps I was too comfortable with my command block placement, but every world needs at least one to keep things in order. The fact that you found it may put me at fault, but what you did with it is a punishable offense. And to answer your other question, I am Melvin."

And with that, Chain_Mail_Sword was suddenly stripped of his armor. He was made to gaze into Melvin's fiery eyes. He began to burn from the inside-out. He shrieked in agony, but was suddenly silenced as his form was transformed into dust. He was no more, and neither was his world. Melvin had reset things to their natural order, along with all sentient life on the planet being erased to make room for new, unadulterated life. Melvin watched over his new world. He was satisfied.