Minecrafting in the world of Terraria as the Beheaded (Rewrite)

"...This place is stupidly large."

Murmuring to myself, I rested atop a pile of bones, staring at the walls covered in a series of scratches counting something playing around with the small brown bag I found after rummaging through it, finding nothing more than a surprisingly well kept slice of cheese and an illegible scroll.

I would like to say that these were made up of enemies, but they were already here when I found them.

Another thing to note was that I actually found something different for a change.

On the bright side, I found the way out of the circle of the lost and the doomed.

But on the not so bright side, I was perfectly confident that if it weren't for the map that I now had resting constantly in the corner of my vision, I would've been wandering this place till the end of time.

Well looped time that is.

Placing my head against the wall I recalled the small little clues I've learnt about this place.

One, this place was called the prisoners quarters and seemed to follow the general shape of a box if what the map was saying is correct and was roughly a hundred prison cells wide/ long and five floors tall.

And since a normal prison cell could roughly hold three people standing side by side with room to spare, the entire prison was roughly...

'Three people equals to one meter... then by a hundred twice, and by five...'

50,000 meters cubed.

Two, as expected as a prison, the gruesome decorations placed all over the place matched the vibe of an actual prison.

But I doubt that outside of the numerous cell doors and shackles, the appearance of torture tools, numerous bones and some eternally burning blue torches were normal.

Well maybe not the torches part in this part of the world.

Who knows, in a world where time can reset itself every single month, anything could be possible.

'...'

Pausing my reflections to remember what the talking skull who went by the name of death said, I recalled very clearly that he said that someone in this world was constantly resetting the worlds time on this island to most probably deal with this disease called the malaise.

But in addition to that, I also very clearly remembered the world stuttering every single time it spun on its axis, returning to the previous point in space as time went backwards for the planetary body.

'...Something's not adding up.'

Rubbing my chin that I had caused to appear after feeling how inconvenient it was to not be able to say anything, I wondered.

'...'

'Yeah I'm not getting anywhere with that train of thought.' Shaking my head as it was near impossible to draw any more conclusions from the rather pitiful well of information I've drawn up until now I got up from the bed.

Placing the well kept piece of cheese into my inventory, joining the pile of bones, rotten flesh, wooden fragments and explosive pustules lying within I continued my walk through this stupid large place.

Not that I didn't know why it was so large cause good God there were a ton of dead people everywhere. (Death of course, not that damned Fun.)

Opening my mini map and looking for a place that I haven't walked into until now, I noted that I had completely explored this floor leaving only two paths, one heading downwards, and the other heading downwards.

Guess which path I took?

Correct! The one heading downwards!

Heading downwards through the stairs that separated each level from each other I instinctively twisted my head upon smelling the smell of an extremely horrid stench that filled the air with its ghastly odor.

'Oh god that is horrible.'

Immediately switching my head despite my misgivings that I don't even have a proper head that belonged to me, I thanked Death that it at the least destroyed all sense of smell, burning it away.

However, in addition to that, it also burnt out any sense of taste without burning my sight and hearing senses away.

Blinking as the strange sensation of my head being replaced with black flames came over me, I turned my head towards the place where the horrible stench had originated.

"...Yeah, I'm not getting there."

Looking up to see the source of the stench was coming from a glowing green door that was placed atop an extremely user unfriendly wall with no visible way to get up there.

Walls covered in a set of heavy wet moss that broke away easily with just a touch, I doubted that my meagre climbing skills would do well against such a surface.

Maybe I could use my swords to climb up the walls like climbing picks, but that was problematic in another way as it reduced the durability of the weapons I held.

And since I couldn't repair the rusty sword and copper sword with the materials at hand unlike the wooden shield and beginner's bow I picked up at the beginning besides said rusty sword,.

The two items which could be repaired with wood obtained from killing the shield bearers meant that unless I had rusted iron or copper, then if I wanted to lost the benefits of using the Brutality scroll then I should wait until I find a better alternative.

In other words, a strategic retreat.

Nodding to myself and recalling the effects of the test that had occurred soon after using the brutality portion of the scroll of power I chuckled to myself.

Unlike what the game had said, it appeared as if the bonuses granted by the scrolls of power seemed to affect everything related to its stat as brutality gave me just that.

More strength for brutality.

In addition, I confirmed these facts after using the two other scrolls of power I discovered, placing some stats on tactics and survival respectively, gaining a faint green mark around the place where my heart should've been.

I don't know where exactly the tactics stat placed a mark, but I know it was on my head as I felt slightly more clear headed and healthier than before.

But then again, it could've just been the placebo affect acting up so I just did what was logical and tested it out on the nearby group of enemies that had coincidentally walked by.

Turning around and facing away from the near impossible to reach green glowing door without any magic, I continued to walk down the paths undiscovered by me, only a darkness connected to the white lines mentioning their existence.

Footsteps ringing clearly throughout the prisoner's complex, my feet slapped against the odd puddle of water, the murky grey liquids seeping into the bandages surrounding my feet.

Frowning without a face, I cringed slightly at the feel of water seeping into the clothes around my feet.

Now I was as much of a water addict as the next guy, but having it soak through my socks and into my shoes was a different kind of hell that I would only wish upon my worst enemy.

In other words, it was uncomfortable and annoying.

Just like having both sides of the pillow be warm.

Shuddering upon the crime of reality that both sides of the pillow should be warm, I continued to look at the map in the corner of my vision, flipping the sword around in my hand until a sharp whistling noise could be heard from the weapon splitting the air.

Copper hue drawing a trail through the air with its bronze blur, soon enough, I happened across another area.

Well two areas actually.

One of these areas was nearest to me so I did the only logical thing here and went past it.

Mostly because the door was glowing in the same manner of the green door that smelled just horrible and partially because the other room seemed to have lots of paper.

Maybe those pieces of paper were useless, but maybe not.

"An order stamped with the king's seal?" Looking at the piece of paper tacked onto the wall with three lines drawn I read the words on it.

"Castaing, this is a direct order that must remain between you and me... Stop checking the prison entrances until further notice."

Noting that the message ended there, I glanced at the pieces of paper set aside on the table that I had thus far ignored.

'...All these papers are signed by the same Castaing mentioned by the king.'

'A high-ranking prison officer, no doubt about it.' I glanced at the list of names all given the reason of sick with the malaise. 'And by the looks of it, he was recording all of the people who came in here with this malaise.'

Upon checking the desk after storing that little tidbit of information into the corner of my mind, several gold coins toppled out and clattered against the ground.

"Did he set aside a few pennies for a rainy day?"

Tilting my head, I picked them up and observed the gold coins appearance.

On one side was the a man wearing a crown that resembled the triple lined seal on the order and on the other was an elaborate castle design, this coin was no doubt the currency of this place.

I looked at the rotting skeleton resting in a corner of the room. "Little good that his rainy day savings did him."

Moving past it, I continued my search around this room, ending up at a bookshelf neatly tucked away, and by the looks of it, had books in relatively intact condition.

Prison management for dummies.

"Relatively normal."

Bridge building from antiquity to the present day.

"A bridge enthusiast huh?"

Managing soldiers: How to earn their respect without using torture.

"What in the fuck?"

Managing prison entrances in 10 easy lessons (lesson 8 will shock you!)

"Medieval clickbait."

A hundred and one collections of myths and legends.

"Story book"

The history of the kingdom that had lost its name to the disease.

"...An interesting title and maybe what I need." 

Dragging my finger across their leather bound titles, I continued to stuff these books into my inventory and noted that they seemed to stack atop of each other despite being drastically different in their titles.

The third one especially, how to gain respect without torture is something I never even thought about.

Taking the last book off of the shelf and reading its legible cover, I flipped its pages and confrimed that the books insides were relatively intact and was about to send it back to the inventory where it would join the other five books only to pause when a certain word caught my eyes.

"-The Malaise was brought by a traveler originating from distant lands huh?"

Feeling a tingling at the back of my mind, I sat in the wooden chair and began to flip the book to the beginning, reading all of its lines and zealously recording their content into my mind.

Intuition screaming at me, I felt as if this book luckily found in this Castaing's office was a clue on where to proceed from here on out.

I mean, it was better than just wandering aimlessly and hoping I got lucky at the least.

'Well I guess I did just wander aimlessly and get lucky.'

Last thought bouncing around in my mind, it disappeared into the abyss of forgotten thoughts as I read the book in front of me.

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