Minecraft: I Am The Demon King

But this place is not the home everyone dreams of.

This place can only be considered as a place where they live and survive.

If there were a better place to live, who would willingly stay in such a place?

Even if they are dissatisfied with this dwelling, they do not want to break the agreement among the races.

The Wither King naturally understands the hardships of his people.

What he didn't expect was that the Dread Lord could also understand this.

Thinking of this, the Wither King suddenly found it difficult to understand the Dread Lord's intentions.

At this moment, he couldn't figure out the Dread Lord's position.

Is he on the End's side, or the Nether's?

Why did he leave without saying goodbye back then?

If he truly betrayed his people, why would he subconsciously speak from their perspective?

Could it be just to persuade him to join him?

When the Dread Lord saw the expression on the Wither King's face, he realized he might have slipped up.

He looked around in a slight panic, as if afraid someone might have overheard. Seeing the surrounding Nether scenery, he finally sighed in relief.

But his subconscious reaction had already given him away.

The Wither King noticed everything. The Dread Lord's behavior was undoubtedly abnormal.

Although the Wither King didn't know what exactly had happened to him, he was sure the Dread Lord hadn't betrayed them.

A person's subconscious reaction reveals their truest thoughts.

The Wither King's earlier words had clearly struck a nerve with the Dread Lord.

Although he appeared calm on the surface, his words had betrayed his performance. The reason he hid his true thoughts must be because he was wary of something.

Thinking of this, the Wither King pondered for a moment. Then, he finally nodded.

"Alright, I'll join. What do you want me to do?"

Hearing the Wither King agree to join, the Dread Lord finally showed a satisfied smile.

"Assist me in gaining power. And then destroy our common enemy!"

The Dread Lord didn't specify who their common enemy was, leaving the statement quite ambiguous.

Clearly, there was more to his words.

But the Wither King didn't catch the implication and directly ignored it.

"How will you gain power?"

Seeing that the Wither King didn't understand, the Dread Lord didn't elaborate.

The more he said, the more mistakes he might make. Once their plan succeeded, everything would become clear.

"Fear is the source of my power. I believe you've also felt another presence not belonging to this world."

"That presence belongs to the 'Player' race. They mostly live in the Overworld. They are the most suitable race to provide me with power!"

Hearing this, the Wither King understood the Dread Lord's meaning.

"You mean to invade the Overworld?"

The Dread Lord nodded and, noticing the Wither King's hesitation, reassured him.

"Don't worry, the Overworld isn't what it used to be."

"Right now, the only powerful ruler there is the one you sensed."

"We just need to act quickly, before he discovers us, and let me gain more power."

"With our combined strength, victory is almost certain."

The Dread Lord was confident in his power.

His strength came from fear. And the race known as "Players" was numerous and relatively weak.

They were perfect sources of endless power for him. As long as he could gather enough fear energy, he would be invincible.

After hearing the Dread Lord's words, the Wither King pondered briefly. Then, he finally nodded in agreement.

"Don't let me down…" He muttered in his heart.

In truth, this battle was a gamble for him. It wasn't about winning or losing the war. It was about whether the Dread Lord was truly on their side.

He still refused to believe that the idol he once admired had become a traitor.

Seeing the Wither King agree, the Dread Lord immediately began planning the invasion of the Overworld…

———

Xu Yuan rode the Ender Dragon and quickly returned to the beach where he had previously been.

As soon as Xu Yuan dismounted, he saw 007 wagging his propeller-like tail and running over.

"Master!!! You're finally back!!! Ithought you had abandoned us!!" 007 spoke while rolling on the ground in front of Xu Yuan.

Xu Yuan understood that whenever strong emotions needed to be expressed, 007 would let Little Bug take control.

Little Bug was more expressive, wearing his emotions on his sleeve.

007 himself was more reserved and didn't like expressing his thoughts. So, he let Little Bug handle it for him.

Although Little Bug's expressions could sometimes be over the top, it was better than 007 bottling everything up inside.

Xu Yuan patted Little Bug's head to comfort him and then let him go play with the Ender Dragon.

He opened his system panel and checked his Faith Points.

"Huh? They're increasing pretty fast!"

Xu Yuan's Faith Points were already nearing 100,000 again.

Although the growth rate wasn't as fast as Fear Points, it was impressive considering that the Faith Points mainly came from the infected followers.

By Xu Yuan's rough estimate, there were only a few hundred infected people. In such a short time, they had already provided nearly 100,000 Faith Points.

This was quite substantial. With this thought, Xu Yuan opened the Infected Control Interface. He selected a green Player ID and took control.

The Player was in a large underground space lit by torches.

Rows of colorful beds were neatly arranged, each guarded by fully armed Zombie Players.

"The guild master is amazing, camping spawn points is too fun, hahaha!"

"Most guilds put their respawn beds in underground shelters near their bases. They'd never expect us to camp them here, hahaha!"

"How many kills do you guys have? I'm just 10 away from gaining 0.5 armor points!"

"I wish we could level up faster. Zombies are still too slow!"

"100 kills for 0.5 points of armor or speed seems a bit steep. I think I'd rather go for health."

Suddenly, fresh Players started respawning in the underground shelter.

"Here they come again!"

"Charge, brothers!"

"Don't steal my kills! I only need a few more to level up!!"

The fresh Players, weaponless and unarmored, had no chance against the heavily equipped Zombie Players.

After clearing them out, one Zombie Player noticed something.

"Huh? Why didn't my kill count go up?"

"Same here…"

Peng Peng, who had been observing, finally spoke.

"There's probably a kill limit per Player. After three kills, they stop adding to the count."

Earlier, the Zombie Players had discovered that Player kills could increase their stats.

Every 100 kills could be exchanged for 0.5 points in Armor, Speed, or Health.

It was an incredible advantage…

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