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All he was now... a weapon. A thing built to fight for its master. LettuceK had him under control and Wemmbu was too exhausted to resist. Every trace of energy had been drained from him.
He couldn’t fight back. LettuceK had made sure of that. Egg was trapped in the End, suspended in a cage above the void. That alone kept Wemmbu obedient. To seal his captivity, an ankle monitor was locked around his leg, its tracker pulsing like a reminder that he wasn’t free.
Now he just sat on the cold floor of the Law leader’s office, chained like an animal to the wall. Waiting to be used.
Across the room, LettuceK worked through a pile of papers. From time to time his gaze lifted to his weapon. The last few days had been spent breaking it, draining every spark of defiance until nothing remained but silence. His weapon didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t even look up.
LettuceK allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. Capturing Egg had only been the first step, he knew it wouldn’t keep the dragon-hybrid compliant forever. So, he reshaped it, retrained it. Disobedience and mistakes were met with severe punishment.
He burned it. The metal rod hissed when it touched skin, pressed down until it smoked, a slow, deliberate mark. A reminder. So, it would never forget the pain it had caused this server.
He plunged its head into cold water, holding it there just long enough for panic to bloom. The same panic its victims had known.
The ankle monitor wasn’t just for tracking. He made sure it learned that. One button, one flick of his wrist and the thing would convulse until it remembered who owned it.
Sleep was a luxury it no longer deserved. He kept it awake, hour after hour, until exhaustion hollowed its eyes. Let it feel what it had given others. Sleepless nights, nightmares that would never fade.
Beyond physical pain, LettuceK didn’t let it forget its victims. He read the names. Every one. Told the stories. Families broken, homes destroyed, players lost. He spoke until the dragon trembled, until the silence between breaths became confession.
Food was earned. Barely. Bits of undercooked meat tossed carelessly to the floor. It didn’t seem to care anymore. It ate quickly, without thought or hesitation, leaving nothing behind.
LettuceK swore to himself, it would never feel human again. That right had been burned away long ago.
Soon, new recruits would arrive. LettuceK intended to show his weapon off and let everyone see what happens to criminals like it.
He entered the grand hall, where the players were already gathered, chatter fading as he stepped onto the stage. His tone was warm, practiced. He spoke about unity, duty, and the strength of order. Then about the fallen. The players lost in the last battle. The hall fell silent for a minute in their memory.
When the silence broke, LettuceK’s voice rose again, sharp and proud. „But they accomplished something no one else ever has.“ He gestured toward the side of the stage.
Wemmbu appeared.
The room went silent again, staring at the dragon-hybrid.
He looked wrecked. Dressed in torn, plain clothes. Chains wrapped around his wrists, his wings bound tight against his back. His head hung low, eyes fixed on the floor. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, didn’t dare look at anyone.
„They captured Wemmbu,“ LettuceK declared, raising his hand in salute. The crowd erupted in cheers.
„And now,“ he continued, his voice cutting through the noise, „he will face justice. From this day forward, he will serve the Law and fight as a weapon for the very people he once hurt. He won’t have a mind or will of his own, just the purpose of protecting innocent players.“
The hall filled with hollow applause. Some smiled, others looked away. They didn’t trust Wemmbu in the slightest but they trusted their now leader.
One threat erased. One step closer, they thought, to a safe server.
Wemmbu served the Law now. They dressed him in netherite armor trimmed in yellow, a shield marked with their bright sun.
The punishment didn’t ease. They became less since Wemmbu made less mistakes and didn’t disobey. But they got worse and longer if he dared to make a mistake.
Its tasks were mostly about capturing small criminals or bandits and handing them over to the local authorities.
Right now, he was chained up in LettuceK’s office again, gnawing on a piece of meat that had been tossed its way.
,,Weapon,” LettuceK called. Wemmbu froze mid-bite. Its head lifted instantly, eyes locked on the man.
„I have a new task for you.“ LettuceK rose from his chair and crossed the room. Wemmbu tensed, its claws digging into the food. „You’re going to find and capture FlameFrags.“
The words hit like a blow. LettuceK circled it, unlocking the chains one by one. Metal clinked against wood. Wemmbu stayed still. His thoughts spiraled in silence. Fuuuuck… he was completely and utterly fucked.
He hadn’t been able to beat Flame before. Not at full strength. Not with freedom. Now, chained, starved, half-broken... how was he supposed to catch him?
He didn’t say it out loud. It hadn’t said much of anything in a long time.