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The rain poured down heavily on the two hybrids, pattering on the grass down to the cobblestone, the debris mixing with the mud.
He's tired. Both of them are— well, Flame still has the energy to go on, but this fight has lasted for hours. Their resources depleting even from their end chest, shulkers and stacks of potions— golden carrots, golden apples, EXP bottles— dwindling down because of one single fight.
Yet, Flame is still winning. He's so tired of this fight. He wants to give up but he wants to be the strongest.
He wants to prove that he's stronger than anyone, than everyone— prove that he isn't a lost cause.
A loud bang rung throughout the wide area as he slammed down [Gambit] on Flame, only for all the damage to be repaired by two golden apples.
He saw Flame whip out his sword, slicing his left leg. Stumbling backwards, he ran back, pulling out the last few of his golden apples and taking bites.
He immediately felt the effects but it all went to waste when he felt a sharp pain across his upper back. Flame had teleported to him via pearl.
Wemmbu stared at his hearts, realising that he only had half left. Before he could even tell Flame, the blaze-demon already stabbed him after the swing— taking it away.
The Blaze Demon didn't expect that and stepped away. Wemmbu just gazed up at him, his black scleras turning white as his purple, dull eyes widened.
Then his expression relaxed.
Maybe he's just not strong enough for this. For anything, at all.
.. Poor Eggchan. Still trapped and waiting for him to be rescued, suffering in that insufferable prison he's encased in, all alone.
He wouldn't even know he's dead.
Maybe he's always been a lost cause.
It's been a long time since he's.. well, been dead. He couldn't feel anything, nor see, but he still had consciousness. It's weird.
It's like he's just stuck in the void except he's not taking any damage. Once you fall in that bottomless pit of death, you would beging your senses to fade as gravity warped your body into a spaghetti-like form in the void.
But, he's just here. He can't feel anything.
There for hours, but it feels like years. Maybe it is, and he already lost his sense of time. He can still remember the day he died. Flame's smugness wearing off when he realized his mistake.
He saw a faint glow, it startled him. He wasn't supposed to see anything.
Then it began to grow brighter, and biggest. He wanted to shut his eyes close but he couldn't, he had no control. He didn't even know if he had a body right now. He could just be a soul—
Until it started getting closer, he panicked, but didn't do anything. His eyes just stuck on that glow until it swallowed him whole.
Colors appeared. He's not going insane, is he? He was dead a few.. seconds ago. He looked down on his hands, closing and opening them— digging his nails on his palm, the pain made him realize that this is real.
This wasn't a shitty dream. He's alive.
But how?
He experienced it himself. Death. Why is he alive? And why the hell is he holding a wooden sword?
He just realized he didn't have any armor on, he's completely vulnerable. He took a look in his inventory and saw.. a bunch of Chungie stuff.
Well, three stacks of golden carrots, an enchanted wooden sword for some reason.. a netherite pickaxe which is nice, one ender chest, cool, maybe he has some items in there— a fishing rod? He thought it was a stab shot, he needs to forget about that. Oh, and a good totem!
What are these items? Thanks for the golden carrots and the pickaxe, singular totem, sure, but other than those two— the other items are ass.
“ Wemmbu, bro! We gotta go fishing, the ocean's waiting ahead of us. " The voice came from behind him.
He's startled, but his shoulders immediately relaxed.
Monotone, calm, with a slight hint of humor—
" Eggchan? "
He turned around, and boy, he couldn't believe his eyes.
It's actually Eggchan. He didn't wear his usual suit, but he did wear a corset with a white top and a ruff— the bell sleeves contrasting with his black gloves. He also wore dark shoes, his hair is still covering his eyes and had this 'eye' look to it.
He's also wearing a purple ribbon over the ruff, and a small purple circle with a smiley face in the middle. Is that supposed to represent him?- whatever.
His head wings were interesting, though. They weren't as white which is unusual. They're also pretty messy, like they haven't been preened at all. It faded from a dirty white to a slight gray, so that's interesting. Did he dream? Or is he dreaming?
" Uhhh, Unstable to Wemmbu? " A wave on his face snapped him from his thoughts, looking up at hi— why is he so tall.
Anyways.
He looked up at him with confusion,
" Bro, were you always this tall? "
Eggchan blinked, then his mouth twisted into a suppressed grin.
" Yes? It's always been like this, bro. "
" No, it's not. " He felt his face scrunch up to an annoyed one, well, he's a bit annoyed. First, why is Egg so tall? Second, he's aurafarming too much— and third.
Why does he feel so heavy?
Back then, he felt as light as a feather even with full enchanted netherite armor on. The only heavy thing he'd complain about was [Crucible] and he barely used it!
" You okay? " Egg asked, though Wemmbu looked down on one of the angel's hands and realized— his skin isn't smooth nor fair, well, fair, yeah— but his hands had scars. Battle scars? Yet, Eggchan never fought. The most he'd gotten was a splinter for an almost broken bow, but never a fight.
So that's another weird thing to note.
" Yeah, yeah, uh- fishing? "
Egg nodded quickly, he seemed excited for this fishing session.
Despite all these weird things, he felt a whole 'nother level of relief. One, he's alive. Two, Egg's alive. Three, Egg's safe.
That's all he cared about.
" Yeah! " He sounds so happy.
It made him feel joy.
" .. alright, fishing, we go! " Maybe this wouldn't be too bad. He still can't move on though.
How did he come back to life? And why does Eggchan seem different, yet the same?
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Wemmbu's really happy, though he's bored. They've been fishing for hours, caught stacks of fish— and got some enchanted books from fishing? Hell yeah!
" Yo, Egg. Why're you dressed like that? I've been wondering. "
Egg hummed, having caught something— using his strength to pull up the fish he caught.
" What do you mean? I've always dressed like this, bro. "
" What? " He's confused, now. He knows Eggchan doesn't go anywhere with that tailcoat suit of his— nah. Not even the slightest.
" What? " Egg responded back, throwing the bait back in the water as he waited patiently for another catch.
Wemmbu sighed and swapped a totem on his off hand.
He's really glad he did that because it got popped the second he switch it.
He felt the deathly crush of a mace on his skull, blood splattering, flesh exploding and bones scattered— particles appeared around him as all he's lost regenerated back.
His saturation bar quickly went down, switching to the golden carrots and taking a bite before he was shoved away by— Eggchan?!
" Egg!- "
" Stay back, Wemmbu. I got this. " Though with nonchalance, and aura— heh. Well— Eggchan can't fight, he's a chungie! But it's true, he needs to stay back, he doesn't have the equipment for PVP right now—
An invisible player wearing full netherite armor.
... The fuck?
A totem pop rang out, he didn't know if it was Egg's or the invisible player—
Pop!
Okay, how the hell is Egg doing that? How the fuck is he doing that?!
Egg's a chungie!
.. but it did feel satisfying.
The invisible player tried running away via pearl— and he almost succeeded before Egg pulled out a spear and started lunging to his way, he's fast— really fast. Before landing, he switch to his mace and—
‘ Y1ngyuEH was killed by Eggchan using [Epilogue] ’
The holy grail of loot. Wemmbu rushed over to them, huffing. Weird, he doesn't get tired this easily.
He picked up the loot before looking at Eggchan with a very, very shocked expression.
" Dude, I didn't know you were built like that! " He exclaimed, hovering over the items and viewing the enchants.
" I've always been built like that, bro, I dunno what you mean. " Egg wiped the blood off the head of his mace, switching to a golden apple and munching on it, immediately healing any wounds he sustained in that.. uh.. one-sided fight.
It's definitely too weird, now. Egg can't fight.
This isn't Egg.
But it's also him.
What the fuck??
The loot wasn't too bad, the guy had some invisibility and strength pots. It's sad that he didn't have speed, though. The mace is actually pretty good— similar to [Gambit]
" Yo, bro, he had a mace, right? " Egg asked, taking off his armor and stretching his back while groaning.
" Yeah? What about it. " He equipped the mace, and wow, it's heavier than he thought— he almost stumbled forward!
" You wanna have it? "
" What? "
" What? "
Honestly, he didn't think Eggchan would ask about it.
" You want me to have it? I mean, sure! " He'll be more than happy to oblige. The angel shrugged before heading back to their fishing spot. Wemmbu took some time to organise the loot he got— jeez, two stacks of God Apples? Screw that, the guy is rich!
..
He's part of the mafia, isn't he.
Fuck.
The Mafia.
Whatever, he'll worry about them later, he needs to ask Eggchan some questions because everything about this is weird.
What do you mean Eggchan fight?
Well, then, he might've just proved Mane— him wrong. Chungies can fight.
But why the hell is he so proficient with it?
He sighed, going back to the fishing spot too and settling next to Eggchan. Bringing out his fishing rod, sticking the bait on the ball and throwing it in the water.
" Egg? "
The angel replied with a subtle hum.
" I have a few questions for you. "
He audibly heard Eggchan gulp, which is humorous.
" Ask away, bro. "
Alright, here it goes.