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Wyll stares at the two shimmering fragments in Mugm’s hands, eye twitching. Sure, it’s great that his teammate is holding them, but Wyll wants to them for himself. If he can gather all seven wire fragments before the end of the server, he’ll have the Golden Gem and finally get the ending he deserves.
Only three have been released onto the server in the past few hours and Mugm’s holding two. Two compared to the zero Wyll has. Mugm’s two steps ahead of him, two steps closer to getting the Golden Gem and-
“Honestly, I’m going to take everyone else’s gems apart from the main three Gamebreakers. I say we render everyone completely powerless and unable to defy my rule,” Mugm starts, reaching for Wyll’s hand.
He lets Mugm hold his hand lightly. It’s a little thing they have between them, and Wyll doesn’t know why he does it. He only knows he shouldn’t take his hand back otherwise Mugm will take it the wrong way.
Wyll stares into those void black eyes which fade in and out of focus. Mugm’s shadow figure is only stable because of the armour he’s wearing, because of the netherite helmet he’s wearing. The same netherite helmet that came with the netherite leggings Wyll wears, a symbol of their interconnectedness and their standing as each other’s closest allies.
“I’m on board with that,” his voice is hoarse as he forces those words out of his throat. “Thing is that the Golden Gem, from my understanding, can be dropped… so if we can take turns if it were…”
Mugm’s fuzzy figure flickers in and out of his vision, then he laughs.
“Yeah, we can take turns,” Mugm grins. Wyll knows that Mugm likes to keep his allies within arm’s reach and under his control, but despite this, he trusts Mugm’s word.
It ticks him off a bit – the smile and the patronising tone – but it’s gone as soon as it appears.
They discuss for a few minutes, coming to a consensus between them. Mugm and Wyll will gather all seven wire fragments that are to be dropped in the next two days of the finale, and when the time is right, betray the rest of their allies and use the Golden Gem together to end the server together.
Wyll cheers. He cheers for Mugm and him and their confirmed deal to rule over the server together.
As equals.
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Wyll frowns at the letter in his hands. His other teammate, Togez, was unable to complete the finale with them, leaving Mugm and him as the only two original Gamebreakers in the scavenger hunt.
It feels wrong completing the server with Mugm and not Togez, because Togez was the one who rescued him from death. Togez was the one who started the Gamebreakers with him, found the exploits that came along with it and stuck by his side through thick and thin.
Nonetheless, Wyll picks his head up and heads to the set of coordinates given in the note. He feels uneasy landing in a dug-out cave with signs lining the walls, all directed to him.
A few days ago, Togez was mining this out with the understanding that he’d never be able to walk the server again.
As my last wish, I want the season to end with you on top. I want you to do whatever it takes. You’ve been wronged enough.
Thank you for everything.
Togez.
Wyll thinks those words through as he flies the Bliss skies to join Mugm at the site of the symbol. His eyes glance up to the sky, anticipating a purple meteor to land in a flash of white. While the rest of the server scrambles to complete the Prophet’s bidding, Wyll exchanges a look with Mugm, and they both know what to do.
At all costs, grab the wire fragment.
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Wyll’s hand twitches with the emptiness of his inventory. The missing heaviness of the wires required to craft the Golden Gem sparks a fire akin to rage, a feeling all to familiar to him. His eyes land on every player on the room, their names going through his head. He pauses on a few heads of suspects who could be holding the other fragment him and Mugm desperately needed.
Decity. He stored the second wire in his enderchest and has never given it back, although dying to our hands. He’s in possession of the first wire that we need. That I need.
ECorridor. An old teammate of Mugm’s but clearly opposed to us. It’d only make sense he’d have the other wire we’re missing.
Wyll’s eyes land on Mugm, drifting away easily. He has other suspects to think about, other people he should hold hostage and demand they confess. Mugm’s the least likely person to oppose his goal of server domination – they were in it together and agreed to both, decimate the server.
An idea strikes Wyll. The entire server is here, right in his hands, where his team has the trump card to the next clue of the scavenger hunt. Wyll and his team hold the End gateway in their hands, and is now not the perfect time to hold everyone hostage? To murder everyone in cold blood and ransack their bodies for the two wires he- Mugm needs?
He withdraws his axe, mouth opening to form his words when someone cuts him off.
“Okay okay, listen listen. We have a way to bring back the End… but it’s going to cost you all something.”
Mugm snatches the words right from his mouth. It’s Mugm who dangles the end portal frames in front of the server’s eyes, who speaks the words Wyll should’ve said.
No. You’re just being selfish. Mugm and you are in this together. Let Mugm have his time in the limelight, you’ll have yours soon.
“Who here has the artifact.” Wyll clenches his fists at Mugm’s demand, inhaling deeply. Okay, so take the words right out of my mouth. There he goes again, being petty and selfish. He shakes his head. No, their objective isn’t to quarrel for the slim chance of power. It’s to find the Golden Gem fragments, the artifacts, the wires, whatever everyone calls them.
“You have all of them,” Ember glares them down, gaze equally stern as she turns from Mugm to Wyll.
“Nuh uh,” Mugm defends himself. He blinks at Wyll and jerks his head to Decity, and strangely enough, Wyll knows what he’s asking. Wyll knows he has to comply.
He readies his axe and swings it at Decity’s neck, halting right as the netherite nicks his neck. Wyll internally squirms at the sight of blood, but he refrains from showing anything but his calm composure.
“We’re missing two fragments, and we know exactly where one of them is,” Wyll lowers his voice threateningly, staring Decity down.
The rest of the server discuss among themselves, throwing around ideas to attack ‘Mugm and his team’. Wyll’s grip on his axe handle tightens before faltering. They didn’t mention his name, instead using Mugm.
Mugm Mugm Mugm. Always Mugm, everything Mugm-
Wyll tightens his grip, holding Decity at the end of his axe. This time, he really pushes his axe into the other’s neck. The flash of terror in Decity’s blue eyes makes Wyll almost shiver with delight and he pulls the blade back, hovering it above the bloody line. In the midst of his staring contest with Decity, the rest of the server group around Mugm, threatening his life.
The look that Mugm throws him lacks fear, but it flips something in Wyll’s brain. He drops his axe in a second and immediately throws himself into the midst of the chaos flanking Mugm. His feet find themselves once again, standing next to Mugm’s while they share a glance.
I’m glad that you’re here, is what Wyll interprets from that fuzzy flicker of Mugm’s eyes.
“Without Wyll, we would’ve reduced Mugm to nothing. Can’t you all see? Wyll’s corrupting him,” Ember shoots a chilling glare at him, her icy eyes searching his face for any weaknesses or any vulnerabilities. Little does she know, Wyll scraped himself dry of them a long time ago, and that weak, powerless Wyll from the start of the server was no longer a part of him.
He stands next to Mugm, raised to a pedestal and looming above the rest of the scrawny members of the server.
Wyll can’t stop the cackle that leaves his mouth at Ember’s words, raising his eyebrows at her. How can she seriously believe that?
“It’s more Mugm corrupting Wyll!” someone’s voice rises above the rest. While Wyll stands by Mugm’s side, fiercely standing his ground when Ember interrogates his morals, he can’t stop turning those words over and over in his head.
Is Mugm corrupting him? Is this truly what he is? A tyrant, undermining everyone and relying on exploits to be above everyone? Could Mugm have found a way into his heart and is rotting him from the inside?
Mugm’s squeezes his hand. It’s brief, but it’s grounding, pulling Wyll’s thoughts back to earth.
He knows they’re in the wrong, and that Mugm hasn't corrupted him. Instead, he saved him – made use of his exploits and selflessly given up his opportunity at server domination just for Wyll to be feel like he’s on equal footing with him.
But if Mugm wasn’t corrupting him… was he corrupting Mugm in turn?
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“Who’s really in charge here?”
Wyll stands behind Mugm in the End, surrounded sparsely by his few allies. Apart from Mugm, he doesn't really trust the rest, or he doesn't have the best of relations with them.
“You’re not going to play me,” Mugm tilts his chin up at Ember, looking her down like she’s some lowly scum.
“Who’s really in charge here? You or Wyll?” Ember doubles down, directing her attack at Mugm. She’s expecting an answer because she doesn’t try to cover up the twinge in her voice. Wyll’s hand twitches for his sword. Her neck looks really sliceable right now – no one talks to Mugm like that.
“I am.” Everything stops. Static fills Wyll’s ears.
Two words. It’s only two words that send Wyll’s brain into a spiral, gawking and blinking his eyes at the back of Mugm’s helmet like a stupefied dog he really was a dog, wasn’t he?
It only becomes apparent to him that he’s standing behind Mugm, like it was a deliberate decision on Mugm’s behalf or maybe that he’s grown so used to being below him.
Fingers intertwine with his, tugging on his hand. Wyll looks down at Mugm’s hand in his, what used to be a comfort but now appears to be the other’s means of keeping him under control.
To keep him at arm’s reach.
To keep him a tool. A loyal dog.
“I have all the fragments,” Mugm keeps adding wood to the fire, but his hand never leaves Wyll’s. It messes with a fuzzy part of his brain, the part that had grown so used to Mugm’s kindness and ‘teammate treatment’. He squeezes back.
But he can’t fathom the fact that Mugm has the gall to speak about him like that. To throw him under the rug, step all over his title because Wyll demonstrates loyal servitude to him. Suddenly, the tingling feeling of emptiness in his other hand steers his brain off in another direction.
Does Mugm think he’s weak because he doesn’t hold any fragments? Or because he used to be an easy kill to him? It’s bullshit. He was the one who gave Mugm his exploited twenty hearts, his netherite helmet and his title of the most feared player back.
Wyll swims to the surface of his thoughts, opening his mouth to speak. Mugm casts a look over his shoulder, straight into his eyes with a finger pressed to his lips.
“Shh.” Lay down, be quiet.
The hushing renders his defiance useless. It sinks in his heart, locked away and forgotten in seconds because Mugm’s squeezing his hand comfortingly. They’re holding eyes now, and the kindness in those void black eyes try to deceive him.
He’s keeping you at arm’s reach.
Keeping you a dog. A loyal servant.
“Are you sure about that?” Ember keeps on prodding, and Wyll just wants her to shut up. He wants her to stop bringing him to the reality of it all, to the spiralling world built on lies and manipulation that crumbles around him with each word Mugm says. “You’re the one with all the fragments, but are you sure you’re really in charge?”
“You think Wyll’s capable of killing me?” Mugm fires back. His hand tightens around Wyll, tight enough to bruise. Wyll’s ears are ringing and the screeches of endermen collide with his burning thoughts.
He’s keeping you at arm’s reach.
Keeping you a-
Wyll yanks his arm out of Mugm’s death grip, scowling and shaking his hand with a wince. He can’t hide the incredulous expression on his face, one of betrayal as his stomach drops. Those words sing in his head, and suddenly the shadowy figure in front of him appears less of a close ally and more of a manipulative adversary.
He tries to cover up his betrayed expression, but Mugm grabs his hand and patronisingly massages the bruises.
For a moment, the pain goes away. For a moment, they’re holding eye contact, and Wyll really believes he’s lying to get the server off their backs.
“Just take it.”
But Wyll knows deep down that Mugm’s telling the truth. And if Mugm doesn’t think of him for an equal, what does he take him for?
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“If we end this off peacefully, everything we’ve done was for nothing.”
Mugm lets Wyll stand in front of him, but their fingers brush each other. A tingle runs up his arm and he narrows his eyes in consequence.
He’s still under Mugm. He’s still in Mugm’s reach. He’s never getting away, he’s never in power, he’s never- No. Mugm isn’t his enemy here. Everyone else is – everyone but him and Mugm.
He glares across the symbol at the group of people defying their rule. The ‘Game-patchers’, who inevitably failed to cause the Gamebreakers’ downfall, yet still hold on to the belief they can ruin Mugm and him. Wyll stretches his fingers, shaking them of the aching tension in his bones.
He’s scared. He’s anxious about betraying the rest of the Gamebreakers to dominate the server with Mugm. He’s anxious of what’s to come and if Mugm and him can really take on the entire server alone.
Alone, but together. That’s enough.
“I’m going to be honest, I’ve never been a fan of peaceful endings,” Mugm grins. “I don’t know about you guys, but I like the idea of taking everyone’s gems.”
Wyll glances up to him. Why is he standing underneath him again? What Mugm says strikes him in the heart.
This was his teammate. A shadowy figure who’s sounding very averse to a peaceful ending. Wyll finds himself staring at the obsidian hourglass symbol on the ground, imagining the meteor that will descend from the sky and blow-up spawn into a crater.
The same way it destroyed Friendship Island. The same way it destroyed Monco’s base after the entire server had rebuilt it.
Was this Prophet really trying to mend the fractured server, or was this scavenger hunt just a means for the Prophet to cause its eventual demise?
Wyll finds that he doesn’t share the same sentiment with Mugm. Ending the server in complete chaos doesn’t sit right with him, and although they made a promise to overpower everyone together, Wyll can’t shake the feeling that Mugm has plans to throw him aside.
It’s all so crystal clear – in the way it’s his plan to disband the Gamebreakers, and it’ll be his domination… Wyll can’t help but walk away from the pedestal under Mugm.
If he chooses to share the idea with Mugm, Wyll will surely be seen as a threat to his reign. While in situations like these, Wyll usually keeps his mouth shut, in front of the final fragment’s release and after the inner turmoil regarding his and Mugm’s relationship, Wyll finds himself raising his eyes from the ground.
“I don’t know about you guys… but I don’t really hate a peaceful ending,” he starts, standing in between the two sides. It doesn’t feel as wrong as it should: staring Mugm in the eyes before fully regarding the Gamepatchers with his chin raised.
The first person his eyes land on is Ember. She stares him down like he’s a lowly scum, which he probably is considering he just defied Mugm’s ideals but hasn’t fully stated his standing. But her hardened glare softens after she takes a good look of him, smiling for a moment before turning away. Wyll relaxes for the first time in forever under the kind, welcoming smiles of most of his enemies.
Someone’s gaze burns into the back of his neck. Wyll glances back at the pedestals, eyes catching none other than Mugm’s. His breath catches in his throat, Mugm’s glare pinning him, burning him at the stake. Fear rushes through his system, clouding his vision. He squirms under the judgemental stare, dragging his gaze back down to his feet in shame.
Finally, Mugm looks away, but it leaves Wyll conflicted and afraid to raise his eyes again. It leaves him questioning everything and revisiting his past questions.
If his enemies can look at him less of a foe and more of a friend, why can't Mugm? Why was Wyll such a threat to his power if in Mugm’s brain, Wyll is lower than him?
The rest of the server acts oblivious to Wyll’s internal conflict, instead linking arms with him and pulling him along for their conga line. They parade around the symbol twice, coming around for the third time. Wyll lets his guard down, feeling at home laughing with the server members before Mugm grabs him by the arm painfully hard, yanking him over.
“The past five hours. We’re not just putting it to waste like that,” he pulls Wyll over to the side, away from everyone else so it’s just them two. Wyll shudders, unable to meet his eyes and focusing on the acute pain from Mugm’s hand clamping on his upper arm. “I don’t care if the entire server is against me, but we’re not ending it like this.”
Wyll forces himself to nod, finding no words in his mouth to defy or answer him. Mugm narrows his eyes at Wyll’s shaky response before lowering his voice to a whisper.
“Why? What changed?”
Wyll opens his mouth, but silence follows. He doesn’t know how to answer, and suddenly he can’t remember what changed. Not when Mugm’s hand is gripping his arm tighter and it feels like his bones are shifting. When a satisfactory response isn’t given, Mugm’s gaze flickers with an inscrutable emotion as he drops his hand from Wyll’s arm. He leaves silently as if his doubts have been answered and that Wyll can still be a trusted teammate, but Wyll already knows what conclusions Mugm’s made about him.
He winces, staring after Mugm’s shadow while massaging his arm. He doesn’t know where he stands anymore, whether he’ll give into fear and follow Mugm’s command or stand his ground.
Maybe time will tell.
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The Golden Gem, a one-of-a-kind item that is dropped only on death.
If you think the power of the Golden Gem should not be in someone’s hands, grab it, and gatekeep it. Once the server comes to a consensus, the server will close forever.
Good luck, and remember what I said in the last book:
For this assessment, they are given a tool. This tool can be used for salvation, or damnation. All depending on the wielder. Will this be the iteration to prevail? Or will it be just like the others?
The Gods are waiting to see.
Wyll flips the letter over in his hand. Dropped only on death, which means in order to share the gem between him and Mugm, they’ll have to kill each other.
“If a Gamebreaker dies, they lose their exploits,” Wyll repeats their oath, suddenly wishing he’d never swore by it in the first place.
But Mugm knew of the Golden Gem before him. Mugm knew it couldn't be shared between the Gamebreakers, he even knew, even accepted, that Wyll would never lay his hands on it if Mugm crafted it.
Mugm knew their promise was impossible to fulfil.
Wyll had been played like a fiddle. Mugm used him to retrieve the other wire fragments for him.
He scrunches the letter in his hands, careful to ignore the shimmer of the golden ink on the paper.
Mugm has to be stopped at all costs.
But the entire server has been trying to ban him during the scavenger hunt. Even worse, the Gamepatchers’ numbers are double his team’s, but they still failed.
If the other server members couldn’t be trusted, it leaves only one choice.
Someone has to betray Mugm from the inside.
Wyll stares at his hands, picturing them tarnished with blood. Mugm’s blood, in the middle of a snowy biome, standing on top of a shadowy corpse. The snow’s painted red, but it slowly fades away as layers of falling snow bury the body, leaving its lively warmth to surrender to the soil it came from.
The rest of the Gamebreakers were too devoted to Mugm’s power or they were no match to his battle prowess.
It leaves only one person, and that one person stands looking over a scrunched ball of paper, wishing hell upon the person who caused his downfall.
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“Do we just end it here? With a final team fight?” ECorridor asks, standing at the head of the hill in front of the chessboard the Gamebreakers stand on.
Wyll fiddles with his axe, turning it over in his hands. Was it really worth it? Betraying his team just for his morals?
As the server reaches a semi-mutual agreement, Wyll plants his axe into the ground. The sound of the splitting wood captures everyone’s attention, just the way he wanted it.
“No no no, ‘cause you know what? If we have a final team fight here, if we–” he looks around the chessboard at his friends who he fought alongside for the past eight months – the exploiters of the server, the Gamebreakers. “–win, where do all those fragments go? They go to us, sure, but like… we thought you would be able to pass the Golden Gem around freely between other people, but that’s not the case.”
Mugm doesn’t try to interject, standing at the edge of the chessboard, eyes burning into Wyll’s back. Wyll tries to shake off the feeling and focus on his words.
“One person’s going to have it, and that’s it. And I know damn well that if those wire fragments go to our team, they’re going straight to Mugm.” The words finally spill out of his mouth freely and it feels like an entirely tangled yarn ball has been unravelled. “I know that if I stand in between Mugm and his victory, he will turn on me in a heartbeat.”
His teammates exchange glances behind him, probably experiencing the same uprising feeling of panic and uncertainty as the rest of the server. But Wyll wields his axe confidently, finally feeling certainty in his moral image and the picture of his enemies. He finally knows who they are and who he’ll fight them with.
“For a while, I feel like I’ve been living in Mugm’s shadow. He joined my team. The Gamebreakers was my thing, the Gamebreakers was my experience, and he took that away from me.” Ember wanders down the hill opposite him, standing in front of him. Despite the burning gaze on his back, her soft look, her welcoming eyes keep him talking. “So, you know what? I think for the first time since Mugm defamed my name, I think I want to stand my ground.”
Wyll turns to the back of the chessboard, pointing his axe at the clear enemy in his eyes. The surprised look Mugm sends down the blade makes every nerve in Wyll’s body jump in anticipation. His grip doesn’t falter this time, keeping it raised at the other’s neck.
“Mugm, I challenge you to a duel.”
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Mugm’s running. Mugm’s running from a duel.
Wyll moves to throw another pearl after him as he watches Mugm’s gem trade for the Puff gem. In a matter of seconds, he springs off, disappearing from the sights of all server members.
It’s a win for Wyll, even if he hadn’t killed Mugm. In the entire history of the server, Mugm has never run from a duel.
Wyll, the person he initially believed to be under him, who he played down as weaker and as a loyal dog, has overcome him and made him flee from a duel.
Mugm has believed he can take on the entire server, and while Wyll finds his place among the rest of the server after being under the rule of Mugm’s thumb, Mugm stands alone with no one to turn to.
Such is the price for blinding greed.
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Wyll can’t give up his exploits, his twenty hearts and his extra gem. It’s the only reason he’s where he is now – leading his friends and hunting the most formidable player on the server. It brought him from one of the weakest players to one of the strongest.
“Wyll, you’re nothing without your attributes.”
He overlooked those words before, but now they come to bite him back. Just like how Mugm’s actions have come with a cost.
Seeing Mugm’s death message ring through the chat announcing his surrender of his exploits, Wyll realises he has nothing to fear about, especially while he’s surrounded by enemies-turned-friends. He found the exploits when he was alone, grasping to the fraying string of life, but now he has the entire server behind him. Players who he’s betrayed and hunted, yet wholeheartedly forgive him and respect him.
It’s a greater level of honour than the Golden Gem can ever bring him.
At that, he stands in front of Domonoko, a player he killed at the beginning of the server and the very death that marked the beginning of all the terror and chaos which ensued. Wyll laughs about how everything has come full circle, setting his spawnpoint and handing his prized netherite leggings to Merffin, the very person he stole them from months ago.
“Wyll, I’m happy to call you a teammate.”
Everything that’s happened in the past eight months comes full circle as the blade rises, glinting against the sun before scoring a deep wound in his shoulder. While Wyll’s uneasy about his chances of life without his exploits, he accepts death as it wraps its comforting arms around him, lulling him to sleep.
He wakes to cheers and people swarming his groggy body, helping him to his feet. The cushioning fog of respawn recedes, allowing him to slip into his gear and prepare for the final fight. Wyll passes Merffin, not before the other grabs his arm.
It’s a firm grip but it’s one that doesn’t bruise or shift the bones in his arm. Wyll fully expects Merffin to keep the netherite leggings, having been paired with a selfish tyrant for majority of the eight months, but Merffin hands them back with a grin.
“Let’s win this, okay?”
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Wyll aims this sword at Mugm’s neck, intending to score a hit in the exposed skin. His sword never draws blood as the shadowy figure teleports through the end gateway.
As he reaches for an enderpearl, his vision whites out.
Mugm falls, surrounded by the enveloping void. No one can help him as he slips into his unconsciousness, death not coming in comfort but a ruthless cold that chills him from the core and eats him inside out.
He dies alone with no dignity and teammates. Such is the price for blinding greed.
Wyll’s vision comes back. He stares back at the main end island where his eleven other teammates circle and hunt Mugm’s last ally down like a pack of wolves. He pockets the enderpearl, heaving and gasping for air all of a sudden when the realisation comes crashing down that Mugm-
Mugm fell out of the world.
There’s cheering on the island as Wyll barges through, beelining for the End portal.
It’s not over yet till Mugm’s guaranteed no control over the server. To do that, someone has to hold the Golden Gem.
And Wyll wants to be the one.
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Mugm stands in front of him armourless and afraid. Wyll takes some pride in the downcast look on his face, about to insult him when everyone calls them to the platform in the middle of spawn.
He takes Mugm’s hand lightly, letting it rest comfortably as they walk over to the rest of the server.
One by one, seven players who managed to get a hold of the wire fragments throw them into the middle. Nothing happens for a few moments, which is when someone lunges to scoop all the wires into their arms.
They reach it too late, as the Prophet descends from the sky and the wires begin to twirl around each other, spiralling and rising. Wyll itches to get close, but stands in front of Mugm, holding his hand tightly.
The wires diverge with a pulsating glow before merging once again, combining and with one last spin, an explosion knocks everyone back.
The Golden Gem has been formed!
Wyll watches it land in ECorridor’s hand, one of Mugm’s old teammates. The two exchange a glance and Wyll nods, noticing the fog of confliction in the other’s eyes has faded.
“Can I have a look?” Wyll finds himself asking, watching ECorridor hold the gem. It glimmers under the sun, so he looks away, finding Mugm staring at it.
Mugm’s eyes are clear with want and desire. It aches in Wyll’s heart to watch someone he cared so much for face the fact that all his work has gone to waste, for his old teammate he left long ago to hold its game changing power.
ECorridor and Mugm exchange a look before the entire server is huddled into one group. As the Golden Gem’s powers are revealed (a beam of rainbow that knocks everyone backwards), Wyll finds himself admiring the beauty of the gem instead of its sovereignty.
His original plan from the beginning of the scavenger hunt was to use it to not only dominate the server but regain the reputation that Mugm had stripped from him. Standing and laughing with the entire server, including the very person he swore to defame, Wyll realises that he doesn’t need any more than what he has now.
He already has the server’s respect from standing up to Mugm, and in turn he’s also completed his goal in defaming him.
All without the Golden gem.
When the server comes to a consensus to rid the Golden Gem of its existence, Wyll doesn’t feel ashamed in agreeing. Having it around means Mugm will have infinite chances to seize control again, and Wyll doesn’t want that.
The Golden Gem, in all its power, does not deserve to exist on a corrupted server plagued by greed.
Standing shoulder to shoulder with Mugm and another of Wyll’s teammates, he peers over the edge of the platform into the crater that used to be spawn. He looks around at the devastation of what used to be home, then at the remains of the chessboard he stood on not too long ago, declaring his duel against Mugm.
Wyll takes a leap of faith, staring back up to the platform into Mugm’s eyes. Despite the other’s look of disdain back at him, Wyll smiles back knowing he has finally achieved his happy ending.
WyLL_ fell from a high place.