Minecraft: I Am The Demon King

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"Roar roar... roar... (I'm sorry... this is the only method I could think of...)"

"Roar roar... (Live well for me, Little Blue, Little Green...)"

Before Little Yellow could finish speaking, the two of them plummeted rapidly to the ground.

The Red-Clothed Zombie didn't even have time to say goodbye to Little Yellow before he crashed heavily onto the ground.

In an instant, there was no sign of life.

It was precisely because of Little Yellow's sacrifice that the Red-Clothed Zombie survived.

And he wasn't hurt in the slightest.

Even in death, Little Yellow clung tightly to the Red-Clothed Zombie's shoulders, never letting go.

He protected the Red-Clothed Zombie with everything he had. And he was right—his sacrifice bought the Red-Clothed Zombie a new life.

The Red-Clothed Zombie truly survived by stepping over his corpse.

"Roar roar!! Roar!!! (Why!! Why did you do this!!!)"

"Roar!! Roar roar!! (Get up!! Look!! We're free now!!)"

"Roar... Roar roar!!... (Didn't we agree to see the outside world together?!...)"

"…"

Seeing Little Yellow's body slowly dissipate, the Red-Clothed Zombie's eyes grew hazy.

He was out now, he was free.

But Little Blue, Little Green, and Little Yellow were all gone.

They had once promised to explore this world together once they escaped. They had imagined countless times how wonderful the outside world would be.

But now, all their promises had turned to ashes.

Now, only the Red-Clothed Zombie was left.

This made him start to feel lost.

What was the point of his survival?

So many companions had been sacrificed—what was the point of him being alive?

Just for freedom?

Yes, he was free now.

But there was no one left by his side.

He didn't know where to go or what to do.

Above the Red-Clothed Zombie, monsters continued to fall from the deep pit.

The first glance they had of the world was also their last.

They didn't even have time to think before their lives simply faded away.

Hearing the sound of monsters crashing down, the Red-Clothed Zombie seemed to realize something.

"Roar roar... (I need to help them...)"

He seemed to understand the meaning behind Little Yellow's sacrifice.

In this world, there must be many monsters like him.

From the moment they were born, they were trapped in all kinds of harsh environments.

They couldn't decide their own fate, nor could they seek help.

With this realization, the Red-Clothed Zombie finally had a new goal.

He would save those monsters and creatures who needed help.

He would give them freedom, give them new life!

With this in mind, the Red-Clothed Zombie looked up at the strange stone structure above him.

"Roar roar... (It begins here...)"

———

In a village on a plain somewhere in the game world...

The villagers were going about their usual tasks—some farming, some daydreaming.

Everywhere in the village, there was a peaceful atmosphere.

But suddenly, a group of players barged in, shattering the village's calm.

"Team One, search the houses, take everything worth taking."

"Team Two, gather all the crops."

"Team Three, clear out everything outside—haystacks, bells, torches, and tie up all the animals!"

"The rest of you, prepare to tie up the villagers!"

"…"

A player with the ID "Ming Yu" was giving orders to his guild members as they looted the village.

They belonged to the Jinglan Guild.

Like other guilds, their main task was raiding villages and kidnapping villagers.

After the game guide was released, villagers became the most sought-after resource in the game.

After all, villagers could trade goods, and having them allowed players to progress faster.

The Jinglan Guild players moved through the village swiftly, looting and pillaging without hesitation.

In just ten minutes, every resource in the village had been cleared out.

"Captain, six villagers in total. Please count."

One player reported while gathering the villagers together.

Ming Yu glanced at the group, then pointed to a green-robed villager and said, "That one's a fool, can't trade. Leave him."

After driving away the green-robed villager, Ming Yu led the rest of the villagers and players away.

Watching Ming Yu and the others leave, the green-robed villager finally let out a sigh of relief.

Staring at their retreating figures, his eyes were filled with anger and helplessness.

'Why?'

'Why do they have to do this?!'

Unlike other villagers, the green-robed villager could think deeply.

Although he appeared as an adult, he had only been alive for a few days. There were many things in this world he couldn't understand.

He didn't understand why he had two fathers.

He didn't understand why the other villagers couldn't think for themselves.

And he didn't understand why those people with letters above their heads always came to destroy his home.

This was already his third home.

His first home had been attacked by zombies one night. He had watched as his family turned into zombies.

Fortunately, he was clever enough to hide in the attic and survive.

With his home destroyed, he was forced to leave.

Whether by luck or instinct, he quickly found another village.

That village was bigger, with more villagers.

But they were just like the ones in his first home—unable to think.

But peace didn't last long. His second home was attacked by another group of people with letters above their heads.

They looted everything—chests, beds, food, bookshelves...

They left nothing behind.

After looting, they even took the villagers away.

Only he and two other green-robed villagers were left behind.

And then they set fire to the entire village.

Although the three of them escaped, the other two green-robed villagers didn't survive the zombies' night attack.

Eventually, he found a third village, but history repeated itself.

Once again, he was left behind while everything else was taken away.

As he recalled these events, he took out a notebook and a pen from his backpack.

He recorded today's events again.

But this time, he wrote a conclusion at the end: "The enemies of villagers: People with letters above their heads, zombies!"

He wrote this with such force that the paper nearly tore.

It was clear how deep his anger ran.

But no matter how angry he was, there was nothing he could do.

He didn't know how to fight back.

The zombies were too strong, and they had recently learned to dig and place blocks. The village structures, made of stone and wood, couldn't hold them off.

And those players... they were even worse.

They were fully equipped, wearing armor and wielding iron swords. They came in large groups. They looted and burned everything, sometimes even more cruelly than the zombies.

'Why!! Why can't I do anything!!'

He was in agony, questioning why he had been born with the ability to think.

If only he were like the others, thoughtless and carefree. The heavens gave him the ability to think, but not the strength to act.

He could only watch as tragedy repeated itself, powerless to stop it.

Kneeling on the ground, the green-robed villager pounded the dirt with his fists, shouting in frustration.

The soil under his fists began to loosen...

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