Minecraft But Evil

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📖 Chapter 11: The Fall of the First King

I looked around.

This world... It wasn't just ancient.

It was something broken.

A shattered blend of future and past.

Worn-down machinery stood half-buried beside sacred totems.

Ash fell from the sky like digital snow, carried by wind that whispered like code.

It was as if a war had rewritten the rules of reality.

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The villagers approached carefully, holding bundles of wheat in their trembling hands.

I took it silently and processed it.

With a wave of my hand, warm bread appeared — dozens of loaves, steaming and soft.

They devoured them like they hadn't eaten in weeks.

Even the elders cried.

As for White...

He sat alone, ripping chunks of meat from something I didn't dare identify.

Beside him stood a giant spider — its legs armored in chitin, its many eyes locked onto me.

It wasn't hostile.

It wasn't friendly either.

It was... protective.

White didn't speak much anymore. He didn't need to.

One look into his eyes told me enough: he was no longer just a "kid."

He was changing.

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The zombies arrived next, hauling iron and coal as I had ordered.

– "Drop them here."

They obeyed without a sound.

I smelted the iron, crafting dozens of steel axes.

Sharp. Deadly. Brutal.

I handed them to the villagers. Their eyes widened.

– "Prepare yourselves," I said.

– "War is coming."

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The enemy came at dawn.

The guards of the first kingdom — well-armed, but arrogant.

They expected to find a village.

They found a fortress.

Traps lined the forest floor.

Watchers stood in hidden towers.

And in the center, me — with a sword forged from steel and code.

The villagers fought like demons.

White moved in silence, riding his spider like a prince of nightmares.

Each strike from his blade was precise. Efficient. Final.

By nightfall, the battlefield was littered with broken shields and blood-soaked grass.

We had won.

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The king of the nearest kingdom came the next day.

He stood before me, no guards, no crown — just guilt.

– "Why?" I asked.

– "Why send soldiers to slaughter the innocent?"

He couldn't meet my eyes.

– "I was... afraid. Of you."

I said nothing.

He knelt.

– "Then I yield. This kingdom... is yours."

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White stood behind me.

He looked... disappointed.

He wanted more blood.

I, on the other hand, felt nothing.

No joy. No victory.

Just silence.

I turned to the villagers.

– "This is just the beginning."

The world was broken.

But I would become its ruler.

Not because I was chosen.

But because no one else dared.

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