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

'Yeah no, I'm genuinely lost.'

Staring at the markings on the walls painted with blood telling me I have been this way, I wondered atop the pile of corpses underneath.

Just how in the seven hells was I returning here?

Everytime I turned left, I somehow returned from the right, and everytime I went back, I somehow couldn't find a way back to the place I returned from.

Even going up a few floors or down them didn't even help besides just allowing me to meet some rather nice fellows that served as bow target practice.

Really nice people, albeit they're now dead.

Kicking the head of a zombie across the room, I let out a long sigh, the energy in my movements dulled down by boredom.

Don't get me wrong, I still find the threat to my life to be incredibly exciting, but I can't help but notice that it was only excessive violence with an abject threat to my life that I felt exciting.

I blame fun for messing with my soul and making everything seem incredibly dull in comparison.

Not that I would willingly do it to myself, messing with my soul and all.

Even now I still don't completely understand what Death had said, and I probably won't in the near future as Death had been turned into a glasses and hood wearing skull tattoo above my heart.

On that note, a human skull was a surprisingly poor football, to light.

The zombie heads weren't any better as they were to heavy, not to say that they were additionally lopsided.

The other heads were basically just different looking zombie heads.

Watching the head splatter against the wall into red blood, I belatedly realized how serial killery I have become.

And honestly speaking?

I couldn't give half of a damn.

'I swear I used to care more about people before this.'

Murmuring this to myself, an unknown feminine voice called out from behind me. "Aren't you the headless fellow that's been going around?"

'?'

Tilting my head, I rubbed my chin and burnt myself in the belated realization that I was in fact still in my headless form.

Maybe that was why I was getting oh so hopelessly lost, I mean, doesn't one usually have a head so that you don't get lost?

"..."

Opening my mouth, no sound but the crackling of flames came out, causing my eyes to blink with realization as my non existent brain made connections with the fact that my head had been replaced by a flickering black flame with one glimmering golden light for an eye.

'Yeah, I'm stupid, fire can't make noise.'

Moving past the fact that fire only made noise when burning something to a crisp and ignoring whatever the hell it was burning because I really didn't want to think about such things anymore, I turned to the source of the voice.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Holding a broadsword and planting the tip of the blade onto the ground, a woman appeared before my vision with mud brown hair tied up into a ponytail.

Rubbing their chin, their auburn eyes scanned my black flame of a face before nodding their head. "Ah yes, that's right... no tongue."

"Anyway, it must be strange to be back from the dead..."

I shrugged as I mentally opened the inventory in front of the yellow chestplate wearing woman, keeping a close eye on the woman's reactions.

And when she didn't even react when I opened my inventory in front of her, two conclusions could be reached.

One, either this inventory function was more common than I had thought, and I sincerely doubt the truth of that, or two, she couldn't even see it in the first place.

And seeing as her eyes narrowed into small pins when she realized the copper sword in my hands had disappeared at some point, subtly tightening her grip around the broadsword planted on the ground, I was leaning towards the second option.

Noting a little twitch at the edges of her lip, although she was a lot more wary of me than previously, she continued her line of speech.

"I mean, surely you have noticed?" She glanced backwards, subtly moving her legs backwards into a stance that would... do something.

I don't know, I wasn't experienced enough to know what that stance would do, but I definitely was experienced enough to know that she was preparing to do something.

Whether that something was harmful or harmless was to be seen as I made sure to keep the access towards the two miniature slots open so that I could access my weapons as soon as I could.

"You can no longer die."

'Thats a... bold statement if I say so myself, but I get where she's coming from.'

Briefly recalling the fact that all deaths basically just revert back due to the time loopy nature of the islan- scratch that, the world itself in a weird semi immortality, I recalled another fact that caused my mood to take a nosedive.

Somewhere in the future, the world was going to end because of this semi immortality nonsense, and it wasn't even a nice end as the world itself would be lost to the sea of time like Death had said.

And since I've had a taste on how terrible it was to experience all moments of your life in one, I have a vested interest in making sure that this time travel nonsense ended soon.

"I don't really understand it myself, but you're not the first to find yourself in this situation, if that's what you want to know..." Taking a wary glance at my fingers which began to twitch with my change of mood, she stared at me.

And I stared back.

And she stared back at me.

And I stared back at her.

Staring each other, time passed like that.

Just as I wondering if I should just replace my flaming head for one where I could actually speak with the woman in front of me, she moved first.

Breaking eye contact first in our stare down, she kicked the flat of the blade with her heel causing the tip of the broadsword to swing upwards, falling into a rest atop her pauldrons.

"Now then, I shall get going Beheaded? Can I call you that? What with you having no head and all." Gesturing at the head above her shoulders, I nodded and gave her a grand ol' tlittle thumbs up with my burnt thumb.

On that note, it didn't look as if it was charred in the slightest.

'Man my mind is all over the place.'

"Got it beheaded, now then, because you seem nice in our first encounter I'll give you a little gift."

Using one hand to unclasp the latch on the brown shoulder bag, she pulled out two different scrolls and threw it to me.

Catching them in my hands, I gave a questioning glance her way as she waved my questions away.

"Take it, it's a scroll of power and a map of this place, the scroll of power is just something you'll inevitably find in your travels all over this island while the map is a new thing developed by the alchemist to record your surroundings with ease."

'Thank... Death there's a map!' Nearly thanking the damned God of Fun, I bowed to the lady in gratitude, what little courtesy remaining in my soul reacting to the two gifts I received.

To bad that the one who was supposed 

'Oh well, it's her loss.'

Shaking my head, I prepared to open one of the two scrolls only for the one in my right hand to disappear into several fluttering fragments.

Widening my eyes, I attempted to grasp these rapidly disappearing fragments on instinct before they could fully disappear only to pause when, lo and behold, a mini map appeared.

'...Well that's the being lost segment of my life over.'

Eyeing the little map at the corner of his eye, Ester noted that it really didn't hinder his vision, becoming transparent when he didn't focus on it and only expanding when he called it forth.

In other words, it was literally just the same premise as the inventories, invisible until a specific action was carried out and could also be called out mentally albeit without using hands this time.

And on that note, it seemed to only record my surroundings and not the areas I have previously in, so now I have an actual chance on finding out how in the seven hells I got stuck walking in a circle twelve different ways.

Yeah, I got lost so many times that I began to count them, what of it?

Incessantly nagging the little me in my mind, I opened the other scroll and took a glance at it.

And just like the name suggested, the scroll of power was... well powerful in the sense that it granted additional stats in the form of attack damage and health.

I recall that it also made things more difficult somehow? But that may just be my imagination talking.

It was also interesting to see how this health and damage scaling would do in reality where even a slight change in one aspect would severely influence other things.

I mean, better leg strength means better jumping, running, squatting and basically anything involving the use of leg strength.

Especially since the damage scaling only affects weapons of a certain type of play style.

Brutality involved anything that was quick, close, personal and explosive with a theme around blood, fire and oil

Tactics emphasised the use of long range, turrets, traps surrounding the theme of lightning and poison.

Survival was a bit of a weird one as it had long range melee weapons, shields, two handed weapons surrounding the theme stun, root, slow and freeze.

In other words, since the majority of the weapons I had were melee, I should pick brutality.

Staring at the scroll, three sigils representing the three playstyles appeared, a red brutal fist, a purple tactical strike of lightning and a green survivalist plus sign, the thing I chose was a no brainer.

The Red brutality.

Wondering how I was to select the desired sigil to selectively strengthen, it seemed that the scroll instinctively responded to my thoughts, breaking apart into red dots centered around the red fist.

Piece of paper crumpling in on itself, the dot instantly surged towards my fists causing a warmth to travel through my veins.

Tilting my head as the sense of newfound strength appeared in my body in a way I couldn't describe from out of nowhere, it was as if I had just used steroids specifically around my fist.

Clenching and unclenching my bandaged fists, I slightly unraveled them to peak underneath only seeing a red band around my wrist, but because the color of the band was so slight, I didn't even notice for quite some time.

Walking away from the sight of a massacre, I continued to observe my hands to see any other changes, briefly shadow boxing against the air to see the difference.

And maybe besides the placebo effect acting up and causing me to think that it may have gotten faster, I couldn't tell if I actually had gotten stronger.

Thankfully, upon consulting the sacred minimap of not getting lost, I found a group of test subjects.

And they seemed really willing to participate in my miniature experiments as they quite literally flew through the air towards me.

Bumping my fists against each other happily, I pulled out my copper sword and cleaved the flying body in front of me.

And maybe besides being slightly easier to expose guts than before, I couldn't tell the difference.

Which was why prominent scientists always experimented with several subjects to compare the differences.

Glancing at the other willing test subjects, the skeleton pulling the string back on their bow rattled for some reason as I flicked the blood off of my blade.

"Now get over here!"

*Clatter

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TRee