Minecrafting in the world of Terraria as the Beheaded (Rewrite)

"Oh sweet Mother Mary, why the hell does this hurt so much."

Groaning aloud I rubbed my shoulder and laid my back against the wall.

Panting on the ground, I stared at the stone ceiling covered in so much blood that it was near impossible to find out who it belonged to.

And honestly speaking?

I'm 50% confident that half of it was mine as I was currently sitting atop a pile of corpses, tired and worn out to the max as I lost all of my energy from fighting moving corpses.

Recalling the past moments on how this pile occurred, my expression twisted.

Encountering my first enemy on this horrible island was a zombie with cracked green skin covered in glowing green as a pair of green spikes protruded from their shoulder blades.

It was easily dispatched once I got rid of the panic that occurred from the undead body flying towards me at speeds that something dead should've never flown, using skills that I could confidently state I never learnt in my life.

Maybe some Taekwondo and Boxing, but definitely not swordsmanship, bowmanship and shieldsmanship, especially the last one which I found out was much harder than the game made it out to be.

Especially since it was responsible for the stupid large gash on my shoulder that had spread out the blood on the ground.

Thankfully, due to some sort of magic the bleeding had stopped now preventing me from bleeding out to death.

But when I recall that damned shield holding zombie which was responsible for the wound on my shoulder I couldn't help but bring out my rusty blade and stab it into the unmoving corpse wearing purple clothing.

It was already sufficiently desecratedd as the only thing recognizable about it was the purple cloths and the broken fragments of the shield nearby, but when I recall the pain I had to go through when it had sent my arms flying and the skeleton took the chance to fire an arrow into my shoulder, I sighed.

At the least I was returning the favor to these undead fellows by desecrating their corpses and turning them into a mush and bone meal.

On that note, the undead beings collectively dropped three different things.

Zombies dropped rotten flesh.

Skeletons dropped bones.

And for some reason, the shield bearing zombie dropped wooden fragments.

Most probably from the shield, but it was weird that it didn't drop rotten flesh like the other zombie

Of course when I tried to take in what remained from the shield into my inventory I gained more wood, but it seemed that the drops took the best parts of it as the quality of the wood from the shield was considerably worse compared to the dropped one.

I have no idea how this worked, but I honestly didn't care enough to find out.

It was probably the same magic and game logic that acted on my body allowing me to store things in space while attaining combat prowess akin to a master that had trained for an unknown amount of years.

I did care enough to slaughter enough undead to form the pile I sat on currently to cross reference the quality of the materials I received though.

'It also helps that I went through whatever the hell was happening to my soul.'

Barely suppressing a shiver as the memories of that horrible time shook my soul, I leaned my head against the stone and rubbed my bloodied shoulder.

On that note, I don't recall when, but I was changed into a completely different set of clothing that seemed to automatically clean itself of any bits of blood and grime.

Glancing at my bandaged hands, I let out a tired sigh and pushed myself off of the rapidly decaying bodies.

"Welp, these guys aren't going to kill themselves-?" Trailing off as a pink orb landed in front of me, I tilted my head before scanning the path said pink orb had come from before locating...

Another zombie with a different color scheme of pink, covered in a series of the same purplish pink orbs on their body, growing out of its back like pustules.

On that note, the pink orb that had landed in front of me was pulsing worryingly.

*BOOOM!!!

"FFUCKING HELLL!!!"

Flying out of the cloud of smoke, wooden shield raised in front of me as it lost a large chunk of the durability from the explosion, I hurriedly dispersed the rest of the force by rolling against the ground.

Immediately balancing myself, my legs splayed as they bent, muscles tensing as they prepared to apply force onto the ground.

And apply force they did.

Pushing off of the ground, my mind immediately opened my left inventory, shifting my shield around as I stuffed my hand into one of the icons, pulling out the copper blade in place of the rusty blade that had been left behind in the explosion.

Eyes glimmering, an arrow flew besides my head as I noted the appearance of several other well known undead monstrosities accompanying the newfound glowing pink enemy that was preparing to throw one more of the explosive pustules at me.

'Sucks to be you buddy, but I sure as hell am not going to allow you to do that.'

Swiftly closing the distance between me and the enemies, the green zombies in the forefront groaned loudly before leaning backwards and singshotting themselves forwards with all the force in their bodies.

Leaping at my face with all the intent to ruin it, the following shield bearing zombies followed by sprinting towards me with malicious intent.

And what did I do in the face of all this malaicious intent coming towards at me violently?

Greet it with even more of the violence that they seemed to love so much.

Shield arm immediately grabbing the skull of the zombie, I whipped around and utilized centrifugal force to throw its body at the approaching shield bearers, tossing them backwards as they received the unwilling projectile that had bit my palm.

But it wasn't anything a little bandaid couldn't fix.

'This however can't be fixed with a bandaid.'

Rushing at the pink zombie, my copper blade glinted in the light as it threw the explosive orb way behind me, lighting up my surroundings in a brief flash of light.

What little good that did for the now headless being.

Flicking my wrist, I threw the blood stained blade towards the skull of the nearby skeleton as I simultaneously swung around to bring my shield up at the Shield Bearers.

Oh how I learned from my unwilling masters how annoying a good shield bearer could be, especially since I felt their effects firsthand.

Twisting my body around so that my feet were planted stalwartly on the ground, despite being a shield more suited for parrying in close quarters combat, I was incredibly confident in its ability to do one thing

Having removed their thrown friend from atop their bodies, both shield bearing zombies charged at me with even more malicious intent than I thought their already dead bodies could emit.

Large tower shields covering the whole of their bodies as they charged at me, they seemed to have forgotten one thing.

My body was only big enough for one shield bearer to come crashing down onto me.

And as providence would have it, it seemed that these two shieldbearers didn't seem to be figures who could share their thoughts and cooperate seamlessly on the battlefield.

Tripping over each others feet, their shields dropped low, allowing me to get a good hard stren look at the two faces.

And honestly speaking?

They were a lot more ordinary than I had thought.

Of course, the fact that they were both dead and thus had no blood flowing through their veins meant that they were far from the definition of normal.

But that didn't change the fact that in the correct lighting these two zombies could look...

Normal.

Dazed and dulled orange eyes staring at me with hatred as their faces were morphed into a snarl, their purple hoods moved to reveal pale dirty gray hair and even greyer skin as their crazed eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets glared at me.

'...Fun damn it.'

Feeling slightly guilt for what I was about to do to someone who looked vaguely human, I suppressed that minute guilt and immediately moved to grab their heads.

Bandaged hands grasping the head on the right, it tried to instinctively bite down on the flesh in front of it, only to instantly taste the skull of its fellow shield bearing counterpart on its tongue.

Slamming it to the side, both bodies collapsed like dolls with their strings cut.

Kicking both bodies hard in the neck to the point I heard cracks for good measure due to the fact you couldn't be to sure, I let out a long sigh and stared at the carnage around me.

Bodies strewn about, rendered into tw- three different states, I looked back at the path I had just come from, similarly littered in several bodies bleeding red.

And as I did so, I belatedly realized something I should've recalled long ago.

'Where in the seven hells am I?'

Without a map, I was hopelessly lost.

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