Minecraft: Diary of a Wimpy Villager (Book 3): (An unofficial Minecraft book)
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Indeed, the zombies were slowly shambling towards him.
They were forming a ring around him.
There was no escape.
My heart sank when the enderman teleported beside him.
Steve swung and swung, striking the enderman before it could attack. With an eerie howl, the enderman dropped to the ground, dead.
Steve bent down to pick up what the enderman dropped.
An ender pearl.
Me being the noob that I am, I had no idea why Steve was gathering the items. He should have been focusing on the zombies that surrounded him, right?
Instead, he set his crafting table on the ground.
Us villagers just stood upon the wall, watching helplessly.
Urf gasped.
"Crafting?" he said. "Ridiculous! What kind of noob is he? Why is he crafting in the middle of combat?!"
A few of us really freaked out. Huge tears, lots of hurrgggs and shouts and gasps.
Stump and I glanced at each other with wide eyes.
"Steve's acting really crazy," said Stump.
I nodded. "Crazy is what we need, right now."
The zombies were almost on him, by then.
Yet, Steve set some sand and gunpowder on the crafting table.
He was . . .
Crafting TNT.
He set the TNT on the ground, next to the crafting table.
"This is for what you did to my base!!" he shouted.
Everyone gasped at what he did next.
He took out his flint and steel, and lit the TNT.
The amount of villager noises was deafening.
Well, the TNT's blast would surely kill most of the zombies, but what about Steve?
He was going to die, too—right?
Wrong.
As the lit TNT hissed away, he whipped out the ender pearl, and threw it at the distant ground . . .
BOOM.
The TNT exploded, sending the zombies flying.
Most died from the explosion, of course. The rest were knocked back, and fell over.
As for Steve, he was standing just outside of the blast radius. Untouched.
He had used the ender pearl to teleport to safety . . . less than a second before the TNT went off.
With nothing but a stone sword and some TNT, he killed a small army of mobs . . . without even taking a scratch. No one could believe it.
I always knew Steve was good, but after seeing this, I realized—
The guy's a master.
The surviving zombies rose up behind him, their bodies smoking.
They didn't shamble towards Steve, though.
They were too scared.
For the first time in my life, I saw mobs that were actually afraid.
Steve turned around and stared at them, as if inviting the zombies to attack.
However, they just turned around and ran away (well, it was more like a slow jog, but still, I'd never seen zombies move so fast before.)
When Steve came back into the village, he glanced at everyone and simply said:
"That's how we do it on Earth."
FRIDAY
I'm a little sad, because my crafting table was destroyed by the TNT.
Also, he used the last of my sand to craft that TNT, and I'd been saving that iron ingot to make a sword. That flint was for some arrows, too.
I know, they're simple items. But I'm poor, remember? The only emeralds I get are the ones my mom gives me to buy lunch.
What am I saying?
I'd pay fifty emeralds to see Steve do that again. Last night was amazing.
Besides, the elders and the mayor agreed to let Steve teach us.
So, Steve's back to normal.
Not only that, but after Steve's impressive display last night, the mayor released Mike from jail.
The elders are finally starting to warm up to the outsiders.
We're cooperating with them.
Of course, Mike also has to prove himself before he can become a Combat teacher. We'll see how that goes. Mike's gonna fight the mobs tomorrow, just like Steve did.
Now, I can focus on my classes, and my homework, and nothing else.
Now that I don't have to worry about Steve and Mike, it's just study, study, study.
I'll pass Max.
Just wait.
Hurrrmmm. I really wonder what Mike is gonna do tomorrow.
SATURDAY
What Mike did was almost as cool.
A group of witches were outside the village last night.
So, for some reason, Mike bought a cow from a farmer and three iron ingots from a blacksmith.
He also bought something from me.
Remember that time I coughed up a slimeball? Well, I'd stashed in one of my chests, and Mike was interested in it. As it turns out, he used it to craft a leash.
The three iron ingots made a bucket.
It was really weird, but, when Mike went outside, he was tugging his cow on a leash, and holding a bucket full of milk.
Again, everyone thought he was nuts.
Why would someone go into combat with a cow? Even Steve didn't know what was going on.
And what was up with the milk, anyway?
Of course, there was a reason for all of this.
Apparently, the people from Earth are really clever.
See, here's the thing. The main attack of a witch is their poison bomb. If they can't poison you, they really can't do much. And then, milk cures poison.
Just chug a bucket of milk and all poison is removed from your body.
Whenever a witch hit Mike with a poison bomb, he drank milk immediately.
Then he turned to the cow and milked it super fast.
It was unbelievable.
The witches couldn't really hurt him at all.
In this situation, a cow was actually invaluable in battle.
Tonight, I realized, there's a lot more to combat than swinging a sword.
Mike cut down the witches, one by one.
The last remaining witch actually started crying.
"Why isn't my poison working?!" the witch cried. "It's not fair!"
"Not fair? Tell that to the zombies who ambushed me the other day," Mike said. "Go on witch, I'm letting you go. I'm letting you go so you can tell all the other mobs . . . this village isn't playing around anymore. Any witch who comes here is gonna meet an army of villagers with milk buckets. And if you send zombies, we'll replace the milk buckets with lava buckets. We'll have an army of cats waiting for your creepers. An army of dogs for your skeletons. Water buckets for your endermen. And send as many slimes as you want. I could use more slimeballs."
With that, the witch gasped, gave him a weird look, and ran off.
The villagers cheered as Mike returned to the village.
"Not bad," Steve said with a grin.
I gave him a thumbs up. "So cool!" I paused, trying to remember the word. "Dude."
Mike smiled. "Thanks."
The mayor soon approached.
"Well done," he said. Then his face became very serious. "Tomorrow, I'd like to have a word with you warriors. A special meeting. I have something to tell you. It's about your world, and how you came to exist here. To be honest, I didn't believe it myself, until I saw both of you fight. What I've been told . . . it must be true. I know that now."
Then the mayor glanced at me.
"This includes you, Runt. I want you to come to my house with Steve, tomorrow night."
"What?" I blinked, totally confused. "Why me? I'm not a warrior."
"Yes, that's true." The mayor sighed. "Now Runt, I don't want to be the one to tell you this, but . . ."
What the mayor said next shattered my heart.
"You are a noob," he said. "Combat is not in your future. I'm afraid you will never become a warrior. However, I do feel that you have a special connection with outsiders. So, please come tomorrow. That is all."
After these crushing words, the mayor took off, along with the elders.
Max and Razberry laughed in the distance. They heard the whole thing.
I only stared at the ground.
. . .
. . .
The mayor said . . . I'm a noob . . .
Well, I know I'm a noob. Everyone says that. But at least I could dream.
Maybe he's right.
Maybe I'll never become a warrior.
The mayor made me really see the light.
My only purpose is helping the real warriors like Steve and Mike.
I am . . . a noob . . .
BOOK 4
Book 4 will be out as soon as possible.
If this book doesn't live up to the same quality as the first two, I'm sorry. I haven't had time to edit at all. I'm in the process of moving back to America.
Feel free to give it negative reviews, if you think it's bad.
I really appreciate all of the positive reviews you've given me so far. I hope that what I've written is something you enjoy.
If anyone's waiting on the Kitten series, Book 2 is almost done.
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—Cube Kid