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“Another day in Skyblock Civilization. This is my 3rd civilization. It’s almost as if my fate is rewritten, like a script of sorts. I feel like a side character in a universe I have no control over. I just wish for the day I have control over my own life. In other news.. I like snow!”
Wemmbu looked at Lettuce, worn and defeated in an obsidian cage. He was being held in the very throne room where he used to hold power. As his Allie’s taunted the man, he looked back at MinuteTech, the Guardian of the End. He was the only one holding back, besides Wemmbu himself. He thought back to what Minute said, back when they had lost the commander and were heading back to share the bad news.
He glanced down at the book in his hands. He had read Lettuce’s journal countless times since finding it, reminiscing about that time before. He had not remembered Lettuce before finding the journal, but now he did— that guy, the Neko. He had been with Lopezz in Sky Civilization, dreaming about the Coldest Civilization. And, yeah, he remembered that too. How he had destroyed it, with his impatience and indifference.
He thought back to all the times he had encountered the man. He remembered his face back from the PrinceZam Empire, when he had worked with Flame during his supposed betrayal. Then, of course, Skyblock Civilization and Ice Mountain Civilization. Then he worked with Jaden and the Pirates, then finally the Law. Each and every civilization, Wemmbu had destroyed. He looked back at the words in the book once again. Lettuce had been the side character in Wemmbu’s story, then he’d carved his way into the forefront. He had started this.
He turned back towards Lettuce. Most people had left already, set to continue their future in peace without the Law hunting them down. Wemmbu finally approached the Commander. Lettuce looked towards him, an unreadable expression on his face. Wordlessly, Wemmbu showed him the journal. He held it out to the bars, for Lettuce to take.
The man snarled. “Now, that’s just cruel,” he remarked. But he did reach out to take it, his hand grasping the edge—
Then white. Then nothing. Then everything.
Wemmbu gasped as he regained awareness. He looked around wildly. He found himself staring face-to-face with an equally shocked player. He stumbled backwards, hearing exclamations from other players. He was surrounded in snow and battles, in an eerily familiar room.
“Wemmbu?” Void-like eyes stared into his. Free of his prison, and similarly confused, was LettuceK himself.
“Where… are we?” Lettuce questioned.
He tore his eyes away from him to look around. He was surrounded by players in a room filled with snow. Wato was here, standing on some barrels. Pangi was pacing nearby, and Arcn was staring at him like he had grown a second head. Straight, that traitor, was also looking at him. And, of course, there was Lopezz.
“Wemmbu… where did you get that armor from?” That was Straight speaking, and his head stopped spinning as his situation finally dawned on him.
This was Skyblock Civilization. He was here, two years in the past. He still had his items, thankfully, but that also meant he was wearing Netherite armor— strictly forbidden in this place. He was still holding that journal, as was Lettuce, just like they had been in the castle.
He stumbled back, finally letting go of the book. Straight had pulled out a sword, and the other players had finally turned and noticed Wemmbu’s new attire. They all looked shocked, likely from his sudden costume change.
He ignored them all. “Lettuce.”
The Law commander stepped forward, tucking away his journal. “What did you do?!”
“What did I do? It was your book that did this!”
“You’re the one that gave it to me! Which, again, cruel!”
“Oh, so it’s my fault you have some sort of magic diary? Who writes a diary anyway?”
“You- I-“
They were interrupted when someone cleared their throat. “Oh, shut up, Mafia boy!” Wemmbu turned to Straight. The guy physically recoiled from the words.
“You— how do you—“
“Y’know what? Lettuce, I’ll deal with you later. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.” He ignored the shouts of shock around him and launched into the air with a wind charge, striking down on Straight. The man shielded the blow, barely avoiding death. He didn’t stop, launching again. This time, Straight was unable to avoid Gambit, his inventory littering the floor with his death.
“That’s better,” he remarked, putting the mace away and looting the remains.
Lettuce stepped forward, taking Straight’s sword before he could get to it. “Wemmbu, step aside.”
“What do you think you’re doing Lettuce? Don’t forget who just defeated you.”
“You just killed an innocent player, Wemmbu! This is exactly why Law was hunting you down in the first place.”
“You mean the ‘innocent player’ that sold out all of Skyblock Civilization to the mafia?” Wemmbu retorted.
That made Lettuce stop. “What? I thought you did that.”
“Why would I tell the Mafia about this place! Lettuce, I defeated the Mafia.”
“You.. did?”
The other players in the room were frozen, watching the once-silent LettuceK argue with the stowaway.
“That’s not important right now. We need to get back, so give me that book—“
“Hell no! You don’t get to decide that. This is the Mafia, you can't tell me you’re not going to at least try to save the thousands of players who died?”
“You mean like the thousands of players you sent to die?”
“That’s— I wouldn’t have had to if you hadn’t blown up capital city!”
“They deserved it, bro! Besides, this is not important, we need to get back—“
“Listen to yourself for one minute!” Lettuce finally seemed to make a decision, pulling out an axe and mining through the floor.
He rushed forwards, but it was too late. Lettuce, and his key to the future, was gone. Without thinking, he jumped through the hole and followed the commander into the sky.
He had lost Lettuce immediately. The man, despite surrendering, had still had his elytra and firework rockets. His wings were not fast enough to keep up.
With Lettuce nowhere to be seen, he opted to head to another familiar place. If there was one person he knew who would be able to figure out his situation, its Parrot.
Unfortunately, District 13 does not seem to have been built yet. So there goes that genius plan. He considered going to Clown’s castle, but without his orbitals he wasn’t sure how that would work.
And wait. That’s a thought. Do his orbitals still work? He landed and placed an Enderchest, getting his orbital shulker and grabbing a stab shot. He wasn’t sure if they would work, if his Ender Pearl had been transported to this new time. He pulled the fighting rod and, thankfully, the explosion rang out. So at least he didn’t have to find an Ender Pearl cannon. He probably should restock anyway, since he only had about a shulker full left. But he would have to find more Ender Pearls first.
He came here when he gave Lettuce that book. “If Only.” When he had handed it to him in his prison, they had both been reported to when he handed back the book at this time. To return, does that mean they must replicate both scenarios? Well, with Lettuce and the book nowhere to be found, he’d have to put that thought on hold. He can circle back to it when he catches the runaway Neko.
Was Capital City a thing yet? God, time travel sucks. He thinks he remembers Spoke mentioning that Ashswag took over most civilizations, so if it was then it probably wouldn’t be available. That doesn’t leave many options, though. Skyblock Civilization was a no-go, even if it hadn't been invaded those players would not trade with him after he killed Straight. They didn’t understand why he had to. He was not travelling to the Farlands Civilization, and the Underworld was definitely not an option.
He briefly considered going to the Mafia City, but knew that it would be heavily guarded. Mafia Outposts were likely a better option, but he doubted he’d be able to break in alone, especially with his armor as damaged as it is from the Law War. He would need to gear up first, or at least gain an ally. Wait…
No, Wemmbu. No.
(Yes, Wemmbu. Yes.)
It was time to pay the lion a visit.