[Oh forgotten world, between spawn and death.]
[Betrayal of reality and conception of eternal death.]
[Dawn to Midnight, A ruthlessly tough life.]
[One last person, chosen to conserve.]
[Out of all dimensions you have innovated, None had one like this.]
[The true life of someone who will end the cruelty of all.]
[Once and for all.]
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World Name : My Impossible World
Difficulty : HARDCORE
Cheats : Off
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"Where... Am I?" He talked to the lifeless wasteland, containing him only as he wanders around the dead silence of the entire biome.
He walks through a valley of grass and flowers blooming around the area, then he sees a tree standing, untouched and forgotten.
Then he checks his inventory, seemingly dissapointed that there is nothing to use to cut it down easily, so he had to use his bare hands to brutally break down the tree.
"Man, this is going to be terrible. But this is for my survival ensurance.." He stood back as he readily prepared for the tremendous pain he is going to suffer while breaking the tree down.
He punches the tree without feeling a single pain in his entire arm, he was confused at first, but realized this was a different dimension that gives people special and unique traits when they are born.
So he continually breaks down the entire branch of the tree, unfazed by the pain he was supposed to feel.
He successfully obtains all of the wood planks without a single problem in the process of breaking down the tree himself.
"I have five oak logs, maybe I can use this to craft something useful for later!" His mind gets sparkled by a brilliant idea. Ready to craft his first tools to survive later on.
"But then.. I will have to do these mathematical solution, just to make sure it's the right amount to craft these tools.." He gets dissapointed.
5 = 4 X 5 = 20
20 - 4 = 16 = Crafting Table
16 - 6 ÷ 2 = 3 Sticks (Half into 2/1)
10 - 3 = 7
7 - 2 = 5
3 + 2 = Wood Pickaxe
2 + 1 = Wood Sword (Chosen)
5 - 3 = 2
"Oh well, Hopefully one of these sticks or planks won't break in the process of making this..." He shredded a sweat as he risked his sticks and planks to be merged into his tools.
After a total combustion of handmade blacksmithing, he was not expecting a amazing final output of his projects. It was perfectly sticked together without a single dust of wood creating a unexpected noise.
He was amazed to have such perfected tools in his hand as he is now ready no move on in his never-ending journey of his life.
As he walked and walked through the mists of the forest, he was amazed to find such huge flock of alive animals roaming around the wilderness of the forest. He pulled out his wooden sword as he is ready to take his meal for the first time ever in his life.
"This is gonna be delicious! I've never seen such amount of animals just roaming around there!" His amazement sparked through his mind.
He sneaked through the woods and trees around the forest, hoping not to make any noise to scare the animals away. Step by step he was perfectly sneaking throughout the long grasses.
Then he reached the perfect position which had him a chance to slaughter one of the animals, he took a step back to make sure his distance from the unsuspecting animals was just perfect.
"Take this you filthy animal!" He flawlessly slashed a mindlessly insane cut on some of their necks, seperating their neck from their head, killing them in a instant.
The other animals watched the disturbing scene in horror, they quickly ran away after the first split second of the incident the man had caused.
"Well, I hope this is the perfect amount of food for me to eat for at least a few days.."
He looks at the fine amount of the dead animal's flesh and meat.
He saw three wool blocks left on the ground, he thinked on what could it be used for, and got a perfect idea just until night kicks inside if his world.
He picked up both wool and meat as he ventured out in the deep woods to find a perfect spot for his little and simple base.
But he realized...
"Damn shucks, my hunger bar already dropped to half the bar? I'm gonna starve to death fore sure!.." He paniced due to the unexpected starvation speed he has, but then he realized... He was in Hardcore mode...
With his last two remaining bits that will let him sprint, he used them to sprint to the perfect place as evening was about to fall. He went from caves to mountains, and finally found a flat spot in the distance.
He quickly ran to it without hesitation, his determination for a promising base not giving up.
He finally reached the spot for his promising base, but realizes he has no more wood left to craft a wooden pickaxe.
"Oh, shit... Now I have to go back to the woods." He gets frustrated and dissapointed due to his lack of responsibility of getting the right amount of wood.
Then he headed to the deep woods if the forest, he started to quickly punch the wood down right before night falls, fortunately, he was able to get some more wood as soon as possible.
He broke down a entire tree, and obtained six wood logs which is able to make the following tools. :
6 x 4 = 24
Wooden Sword (Crafted)
Wooden Pickaxe | 3 + 2 = 5 - 24 = 19
Wooden Axe | 2 + 3 = 5 - 24 = 19
Wooden Hoe | 2 + 2 = 4 - 24 = 20
Wooden Shovel | 2 + 1 = 3 - 24 = 21
All Crafted | 5 + 5 + 4 + 3 = 17 - 24 = 7
"But I will only need the most important ones, such as the axe and the pickaxe, but I'll just save the planks and only craft the pickaxe!" His idea sparkled throughout his mind, wanting him to do it right away.
He ran back to his base land, but as soon as he took five more fast steps. He felt a sharp and uncomfortable pain in his stomach.
He realized his starvation has dropped to three bars left, which means he couldn't sprint any longer until he eats any food that does not contain food poisoning.
After he felt that sharp pain, he slowly walked towards his base spot, which is only a little of ten's of blocks away.
After some time of vast suffering, he was able to reach the spot of his base, he fell down on his ass on a mountain side. Then he grabbed a raw mutton, which has a very grewsome appearance but with fortunately no molds.
"I have no choice, but to do this for my sake..." He grabbed the bloody mutton and ate it like a serious predator, risking his life for his hunger to be safe.
The hunger bar successfuly replenished to a decent amount of four ticks after two bloody muttons as a meal, he felt like to throw up just right on the spot, but wanted his land to be clean.
He placed down the crafting table and took his sticks and wood planks, he quickly crafted the wooden pickaxe with determination and confidence.
It has successfully been crafted. The wooden pickaxe has finally been created after a long period of sufferage and uncomfortance. He fell down and lied in the grass as a sign of a resemblance of joy and no sufferage.
"Finally! After a whole session of hells punishment, I can finally mine!." He shouted in a high amount of joy.
Then he digs through the dirt of a nearby mountain, finding some stone that could be used to turn into a furnace, which could finally make him some cooked and fried food.
"High... Yah!" He used all his strength to break a block of stone, turning it into a cobblestone. A cobblestone that has a cracked and fractured appearance due to the immense impact he had hit on the stone.
"Hmmm... A cobblestone? Maybe I could use these to get some stronger equipment!"
He thought of a idea.
He continued to mine in the shallow handmade cave he has made, gathering around seventeen cobblestones.
"That's a lot! I bet this will get the job done!" He wiped of his sweat after a short period of mining.
Then he placed down the crafting table once again. Just to get the "Stronger equipment" he mentioned earlier. He had to calculate once again if he has the perfect amount to craft a furnace, a stone sword, axe and a pickaxe.
Axe | 2 + 3 (Cobblestone) = 5
Sword | 1 + 2 (Cobblestone) = 3
Pickaxe | 2 + 3 (Cobblestone) = 5
Furnace | 9 Cobblestones
9 + 3 + 2 + 3 = 17
He had the perfect amount of sticks and cobblestones to craft these tools. So he immediately crafted them after seeing that he has the perfect amount.
Then the sun was settled, the skies turning into a gradient between gold, orange and yellow, clouds dispersing away from his sight, fog slowly dispersing away and parrots fleeing from their adventure.
This alerted him to quickly build a simple base or either hide in a shallow space such as a cave or a underground base.
He noted the skies change in color then noticed that night was about to fall in his world.
With his remaining time, he quickly ran onto his previous mining cave, and mined a coal block, but he was not expecting it to drop a few bits of experience.
"Huh, What the hell are these pixels? And why are they going to me?" He thinks for a second and realizes he needed to be a professional first before using his experience wisely.
With two coals, he combined it with a stick, matching it to make a simple handmade torch. Then he placed it on the walls by sticking it with some grass thread.
Then he blocked the entrance of the shallow cave, hoping that no monster will break into his simple shelter.
"I'm literally doomed as hell, I can't even imagine a creeper just suddenly exploding the wall and letting the other monsters in here..." He sat down in the end of the shallow cave, making sure he is totally safe and not being heard and visible to the monsters outside in the chaotic night.
"But... A man who never gives up, will not give up on moving on!.." He ran to the blocked wall he has built, betraying his fears and deadling with death's risk.
• The Outside •
"Arughh... Why am I seeing no alive hunans? I'm so damn hungry!" Said a zombie in the wild, roaming around the woods.
"Wait... Do you hear those fast footsteps?" Asked a skeleton with confusion and curiousity.
"Don't worry, we're fine-"
The brave man dropkicks the zombie in a furiously vast velocity speed in his frontal lobe, killing the unsuspecting zombie in a intensely fast speed, shocking all the other monsters immediately.
"H-Hey you piece of shit! Who the hell are you?" Asked the skeleton, positioning his bow cautiously.
"I... Am Steve ."
Steve pulled out his stone sword without hesitation and immediatly threw it to the face of the skeleton.
"Arghh, you piece of shit!" The skeleton dodged and deflected the sword away, it going to another direction which seemingly has a large amount of othwr various types of monsters.
He smirked in fear, enraging steve because lf his lost sword. Then the skeleton reached out for it's bow, attempting to reload it's bow.
"Now you've done it!" Steve rushes to the skeleton in enragement, avenging his sword's loss and is woken up through violence.
Steve runs through the deadly forces of the nature's night at his maximum overdrive, bursting his entire energy out while running without shedding a sweat.
"Come on... Come on!!" The skeleton struggles to reload it's bow, shedding countless amounts of sweat, but accidentally and supidly breaks it's own bow, leaving for his fate to demolish.
The skeleton takes a risky attempt to escape and flee the sight of steve, not wanting his lufe to end in such pathetic way, running way too fast and tripping over rocks, slpwing down his deathrun.
"No... Shit... I'm dead!" He accidentaly trips over a rock, but unexpectedly and unfortunately, the skeleton was not able to escape due to fatal deep cut he has made.
The brave man, steve, approached the skeleton with confidence, and while the skeleton was unaware of his sight, he now is in a desicion between both of the skeleton's life, or a young and severly injured zombie, who seems to be a toddler.
"M-Man.. We can just discuss this in a peaceful environme-" He gets kicked from the inside of his mouth, putting the skeleton in a high state of devestation in his pain.
"It's Either you save this little one, or you can just kill yourself." Steve puts the little zombie as a hostage for himself, making a really hard desicion for the skeleton.
"I have to send him offguard, so I don't die and that little one doesn't die also... I just, have to risk my life even if it costs a living soul... But this is what it feels to be cruel.."
"I can't even be stupid, for once, for a little, and for a single bit of shit. I was told not to sacrifice, but now... I might even lose a body part! A brain? A arm? A leg? A heart?" The skeleton whispers to itself, choosing a fight for life desicion that bloodbaths his mind in the scribble. Unable to think and talk, But confident to have his life risked.
"Whats the matter, pantshitted?" Asked rudely by steve, holding the sword on the onto zombie's neck, making it cry out in agony and fear.
"I'm gonna give you till the count of five to accept you or this' fate." He said in anger, merciless against the skeletons life.
1...
2...
3...
4...
"Fuck you!" Said the skeleton as he stabs the arrow on Steve's Leg, Making him back off in serious pain
Steve falls down in pain and clutches his leg, trying to prevent the bleeding from bursting out which could lead into his death.
But the skeleton forgot on thing, Steve was still holding the baby zombie from it's head. The skeleton immediately panicked as soon as he noticed his irresponsibility for the little one.
The skeleton immediately attempted to get the baby zombie away and to mercilessly kill Steve, but unfortunately worse, he tripped on the rock and hit it's nose on a big rock, Causing the skeleton to clutch his face and scream in pain and agony.
Steve grinned for a split second before painfully taking off the arrow from his leg and stabs it back on the skeleton's spine, making the skeleton perish quickly due to the vast pain that he has suffered.
But since the baby zombie was still in Steve's hands, it bit him on the hand painfully with full force. Steve immediately yelped in pain as he got bitten, he throws the baby zombie to a big oak tree and fleed from the baby zombie's sight.
As Steve escaped the little zombie's sight, he immediately snatched his sword from the darkness and went back for revenge, not letting his own hand get infected.
Steve snuck behind a tree, targeting the little zombie with fury and rage, he carefully positioned his sword with both two hands and readied for a ambush.
Steve waited for a few seconds, waiting for the baby zombie to go nearby him, as soon as the little zombie came closer to the tree, Steve crouched and positioned his legs more ready for a ambush.
It came closer and closer, even by the side of the tree, Steve knew he has to be as quiet as possible to perfectly preform a brutal ambush.
But unfortunately for Steve, He accidentally made a grassy noise which scared the baby zombie away, Steve sighed in dissapoint and dissatisfaction.
"I'm not letting that little shit slide on my sight ever again!" Angrily said Steve as he rages and cuts a tree violently, seeking revenge.
Steve went back to his hideout, looking around the previous kills that he had caused, He looked at them, merciless and enraged and collected the pale loot that he left behind.
He covered the wide-open entrance with some cobblestone that he he had saved from the mining session earlier. Then he placed more torches on the wall to avoid extra monsters from spawning.
As he is finished with his hand-made hallway, It was still at the middle of the night. So Steve expanded the height and width of his basement.
After the space expansion was finished, he notices his starvation was going to go crazy once again, so with his last remaining cobblestone, he crafted a furnace.
53 - 8 = 45
45 Cobblestones remaining and a additional furnace.
But fortunately, there was still enough cobblestones to make a emergency base! Steve sighed in relief then placed the furnace down on the rocky floor, But there was one critical problem.
There was no fuel for the food to cook! Steve quickly panicked and immediately looked around for any signs of coal.
And then the unfortunate kicked in right after luck striker, There was no sign of coal anywhere in his hideout. So he had to try a different method.
"Leaves?" He tried to use leaves as fuel, but it failed.
"Cobblestone? Hopefully it's temperature is high.." He tried to use cobblestone as fuel, but it failed.
"Bones? Hopefully..." He tried to use bones as fuel, but it failed.
But Steve realized something... Wood, Because rubbing them to each other will create fire!
So after his realization, he immediately pled out some wood planks out of his inventory and put it was fuel and the raw meats as the output.
After a little while, sitting in the ground, waiting for the furnace's light to blow away, the firey light of the furnace dissapeared. And Steve knew the food here cooked was done.
The checked the furnace and looked into the smokey cookers, and saw that the food he made was perfectly cooked.
He quickly attempted to get the food out of the oven, but his hand almost got burned.
"Argh shit!! It's like the temperature of my past fever!" He rapidly shakes his hand, trying to get the burning sensation out of his skin.
Despite the immense amount of high temperature he is suffering, he was still able to surpass the dangerous effect after a while of patience, but lost a worriful amount of hearts after the fire passed out.
Fortunately, He was able to naturally regenerate In a while, which led him to a wonder filled with curiosity.
"What? My hearts slowly regenerating? What kind of heavenly blessing is this? Is there some kind of God up there?" He thought to himself? Looking up even though the stone blocks the skies view.
He looked at the blocked entrance with realization, knowing that he doesn't have to get overwhelmed by worriness through fighting.
He grabbed his pickaxe out of his inventory, glaring at the blocked entrance with rage and confidence, he stood up and walked towards the entrance.
The other monsters outside could hear and see the sound of cracking in the stone, more cracking time the time whenever they wait for whoever comes out and is going to be sacrificed for their dinner.
The wall crumbled into rocks, leaving his remains of bravery, he took out his sword and continued to walk past the forest.
But he found the bloody bone from the remains of the corpses that he made, he looks at it angrily and wanted to throw it as trash, but he thought of something, Couldn't he use it for something that could be useful? He slowly put it back in his inventory, still enraged by the amount of monsters out there.
He spotted a big field that contained a countless amount of monsters in it, he facepalmed in dissapointment and despair, as dawn has not even reached the time.
For his last remarks of the first night of nightmares, he readied everything up, took all his belongings and looked for a perfect first target.
He looked around for any sign of danger, and fortunately, none was spotted and he continued to submerge into the deep dark forest.
Crack, he heard a wooden crack from behind, he swiftly looked behind byt saw nothing, but once again, the cracking noise distracted him again from behind and so he looked behind, once again.
He realized there was nothing from any where, and soon realized that he had a bow and arrows for the entire time.
He aimed his bow at the crowd of monsters, with desire of justice, he aimed with one eye opened, looking for a monster that will end up dying while dropping some great loot.
He looked around and fortunately found a skeleton with a set of golden and shiny armor, he quickly his behind a tree, not purposely trying to be seen.
He peeked through the tree, and noticed that the skeleton is roaming around in the same place, Steve knew this had to be his lucky chance.
He pulled his bow with power, the arrow ready to loop at a enormously Swift speed.
Pow!, The arrow released from the how's string, the arrow looping directly at the skeletons head, swiftly going through the rest of the monsters and targeting only one person.
But unfortunately, the arrow was only able to strike and break the helmet, steve immediately hid back behind the wall in total dissapointment as his plan has failed.
The skeleton immediately looked at the direction from where the arrow came from, the skeleton seemed intelligent and sensetive so steve knew that his hearts could last full for long.
"Well well well, looks like we got a spy doing it's job on us..." Angrily said the skeleton, searching through the forest but unfortunately finds nothing but traces of footsteps.
The skeleton continued to follow the path of footsteps, suspiciousness coming further and further as the skeleton notices on how fast the darkness devours the forest's light.
The skeleton was already less than ten steps forward before finding steve, but little did the skeleton know is that he is unaware of they're own surroundings.
The unsuspecting act of the skeleton has gave steve on last chance to strike once again, Steve stood up and ceased a early attack, posing to ambush the skeleton in the head.
"Got you! Asshole!" Yelled the skeleton in anger, pulling the string of the bow with a sharp arrow on it, But unfortunately, it was too late.
Swoosh, Goes the sword of stone of steve, aiming directly for the head, a reflection of a sensation of a burning fury in his eyes
The skeleton's head rolls on the ground, leaving no trace of blood nor trace of death. The death remained secret and silent as he took the body to the middle of nowhere.
"Huh? Where did our brother go?" Said another skeleton, confused about the current situation and his trying to find any trace of evidence. But it was too late for the skeleton, a voice behind him says. "He is with me, Want to go with him?" Asked steve from behind of the skeleton.
The skeleton slowly looked behind in fear, knowing that he never heard this voice before, to worsen his chances of death, he had no bow nor arrow with him, not even a single arrow.
The skeleton knew he couldn't budge, he fel to the floor in fear, pleasing for his very own life to be spared. But steve was seeking revenge and was mercilessly raging. He stabbed the skeleton right in the heart, making them fall lump in the surface, not taking any more breaths.
The other monsters noticed the intruder in their zone, and quickly posed for attack, knowing that no monster could look like such healthy man.
"Who are you? And why are you doing this? You are no monster here but a ravaging idiot!" Said one of the zombies in anger and in seek of revenge.
"You are no evil looking, but I could call you the definition of a mess based on your appearance." Rudely said steve, flourishing his sword and is waiting for the first attack.
All of the mobs growled at him in anger, taken back heavily by the rudeness of steve and is wanting him completely dead.
"How dare you say such thing! You killed the younger ones more than the adults! That's a total hell for us!" Yelled the zombie, stepping forward to make the first move through this drama.
"Fuck... You!" Said steve, stabbing the zombie right in the middle of the heart, and does the second move on where he completely cuts the head of the zombie, making all of the other monsters gasp in shock and in rage.
The other monsters took a step backwards, distancing them from immense pain and harm.
After a few seconds, they finally approached steve knowing that the risk could be worth it. They pointed out their weapons in front of them, making sure that they have a safe defense and distance from steve.
The zombie who was in the verge of fury and bloodlust, was the first to strike, causing for the battle to commence.
Unfortunately, the first zombie was spinesplit in an instant by the shockwaving speed that steve holds, he painfully removed the sword from the back and cut his head off, which made blood sprinkle out, just as a fountain.
The others began to do the same as the zombie did, some were killed in a instant, while some remained alive.
"How dare you kill half of us! You weak mortal, We shall deserve justice and that is the definition of your death!" Yelled a angry skeleton, pointing the arrow directly at Steve's head.
Silence took place while steve looked around, and it broke as soon as he swiftly attacked that one skeleton, catching it
off-guard and killing it.
The rest ran to steve with their weapons up, with a expression full of rage, they all flourish that their swords and bows.
Steve with a fast mind, knew tht he had to Dodge since there is no point of parrying all those attacks at once, so he immediately ducked and slid out of the chaos, making them all crash at once.
The chaotic group of monsters immediately stood up with their weapons scratched and damaged. They didn't care about their weapons until steve was dead.
One of the monsters came from behind and slashed steve in the back. Unfortunately for steve, he was unable to Dodge the incoming attack and had lost a few hearts.
Steve immediately looked behind him, turning out to be the king of the monsters. Steve's eyes widen as soon as he noticed the shiny diamond armor that the zombie king has, and with the sharpness of the diamond sword, steve knew that he could be killed in less than a minute.
Steve hold his wound, preventing from blood to leak out, he angrily looked at the zombie king with his sword almost broken.
"You piece of weak shit... Why did you even come to this place? Stupidly not knowing that someone here might end your life?" Rudely said the zombie king, with disrespect.
"Because you pieces of shit also are blocking my journey's path, dumb dumb pale skin.." Said Steve in immense pain, while trying to get his sword no matter on how much the pain will affect him.
The rude and disrespectful king immediately stomped on his sword, knowing that he could reach it and sever the zombie king's legs. With the sword broken to shards, Steve knew that there is no more hope for him.
All that Steve could use were his bare fists, He checked his Inventory just to find out that there is no more weapons left, Then he realized that he left his other tools back in the cave.
He will not risk his life just to get back there otherwise he could have died. But little did Steve know is that this is not any ordinary story of Minecraft, With extraordinarily mysteries added to the game, he could have a little chance to defeat the zombie king.
As soon as the zombie king tried to attack, Steve dodges right in time, even though he was overthinling. He stood up and critically punched a armed zombie right in the face and then falling on it with his elbow open, crushing it's rib cage.
The sudden immense violence shocked the monsters once again, the poor zombie that was killed rolled right in the lack, blood flowing throughout the waters.
The zombie king, with his eyes widened immediately ran to the zombie's corpse and knew that it was dead already. It is now fueled with pure anger as it looked directly at Steve's face.
Steve dashed and rolled to get the sword and was successful, only to find out that the sword had a very low durability bar left, meaning that overusing it could have it broken soon enough.
Steve immediately ran to the zombie king fearlessly, but was almost stomped on by its big legs, fortunately, he was able to slide under it before it even raised it's leg.
Steve cut the legs flawlessly and hastily, but is barely damaged due to the amount of extra skin layers that the zombie king has, He shedded a sweat as soon as he realized that the sword he is using was already overused before be even got it.
"How dare you cut one of my preciously
well-made skin... This time, I will cut yours!" Roared the zombie king in anger, holding his skin.
"I could rather not take that back. In fact, You look too stupid with that attitude on." Said steve, in boredom while losing his patience listening to the zombie king's continuous talk.
The zombie king took the insult seriously and groaned in rage. "Get that asshole!", Yelled the zombie king, signaling the rest of the zombies to attack steve till death.
Steve was still able to manage the sword's low durability, with precise movement and with using critical strikes, he was able to kill many of them in less than a minute.
As soon as he was going to attack the first of the half of the remaining zombies, his sword unfortunately snapped in half, being unusable and is now completely gone and vanished from his inventory bar.
Steve now had to use combat but which he knew is very dangerous due to close face to face fighting, but since that could still have a chance to save him, he still hanged in to hope and ignored the deadliness of close fighting.
He charged to a column of zombies, knocking all of them down in an instant. And then swiftly punched two zombies from behind, his sensitivity increasing as he fights more.
The column of zombies unfortunately stood up quick as Steve was distracted fighting the other last zombie. They immediately dashed towards Steve, knocking him down as revenge.
Steve was alerted by the sudden attack then rolled to the other side right before he could get eaten by a horde of zombies. He spun and kicked them all to the ground, leaving them with half health.
As soon as they were going to reach out for him, Steve noticed a skeleton and ran towards it, tackling it to the ground and stabbing it with it's own arrow.
Steve was able to obtain the bow, bit as soon as he stood up, Bam! Steve was punched directly in the face, he fell down with his eyes
"Finally, He is unconscious, shall we imprison him for life? - Yes, He will be a total disadvantage to us when he takes revenge." Talked the zombie king and a creeper. Deciding whether they should spare him or jail him permanently.
It is now halfway through dawn, Steve was still unconscious as the monsters pulled him from the forest to the peak of the mountain, the corpses of the dead monsters were burried down the surface.
The zombie king immediately realized that dawn is approaching and will dominate the sky soon enough, they quickly panicked and pulled Steve faster than ever otherwise the zombies and skeleton will die.
Soon enough, after more than a hour, they finally reached the peak of the mountain, the moss covering the stone bricks and the remains of previous fighters dead at the outside.
They opened the door violently by kicking it, the prison filled with prisoners who are dying to starvation and dehydration.
Without Steve knowing the brutal treatments, they threw him to his cell, dust blooming as Steve's fall impact shows the dirtiness of the prison as there was not even a single janitor hired.
Steve remained lying in the ground, Unhearing the screams of those in need of food.