CH VI: Narrator Trauma and A Surprise

P.O.V - Narrator

Theo decided that if he were to spend his twenty levels on something, it would be Sharpness, Sweeping Edge, Or Efficiency. With this in mind, he covered enough bookshelves with torches so it only showed level 20 enchants, and as expected, he didn't get any of the things he wished for, instead he [Riptide I], [Blast Protection II], And fucking [Bane of Arthropods]. He then fell into insanity.

"He yelled so many slurs and profanities that my account would be banned if wrote them, so you can imagine the things he said. I will neither confirm nor deny if he said anything.

One would think he would just reroll it by removing and replacing the torches, but he held grudges as if they were slathered in gorilla glue. So he left the enchanting table down there to rot as punishment for being a failure.

"Fuck this shit. I'm just gonna go to the nether and get so many levels that I'll at least get something useful out of that fucker." He said. he should really see a therapist, his vocabulary was much tamer in the earlier chapters.

He traversed the "Dark Forest Oak Biome", but unfortunately, no lava pool was found. He eventually found himself in a plains biome.

"Alright, I knew it would be hard, no worries, I have way more time on my hands than usual, feels like I'm getting the normal 24-hour package. Perks of living in a game I suppose." Said Theo who was once again thinking aloud. "No worries though, there will surely be a lava pool here."

There wasn't.

There wasn't one in the plains, the desert. Hell, there wasn't even one in the underground caves. He even dug straight down. What terri-

"What terrible luck!"

*Shivers*

Nope, I quit, just had a Vietnam flashback, although it want Vietnam but instead the begining of a universe, but it's still traumatizing.

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Time Skip: 3,000 Ticks

Time: 18,300(Basically 6:20-ish)

P.O.V- Third-Person Omniscient

'It's been hours! Based on the sun, I don't have much longer until it's dark. I hate mobs.'

It took but 20 more blocks for a ruined portal to render in.

"What kind of protagonist bullshit luck is this!?" He almost yelled. "I-... You... *Sigh* Fuck it, let's just go to the nether." He said with reluctance.

He then proceeded to rebuild the portal, using only 5 of the 8 obsidian blocks he had, he would've bought more, but you know, no one escapes poverty.

"Phew, good thing I didn't fuck up the placement. This obsidian cost me hours of emerald farming. Because apparently, villagers know what their own crops look like. Enough complaining, let's just get a flint and steel so I can light this thing up."

But, no one could have possibly expected what came next. As he was making his way back to his portal, suddenly, out of nowhere.

A cliffhanger appeared.