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

"Bye friend!"

Three fingered and green scaled hand waving me away, I waved the lizard back as I stared at circular sigil in my hands.

[Open wounds]

Your close combat attacks inflict bleeding [18 base] DPS for 1.5 seconds.

Flipping the coin shaped item, both sides carrying three blood red claw marks, I caught it and mulled over what Guillian, the lizard had said.

'I think he just said I'm supposed to just crush this and I'll mutate magically?'

Flipping the coin over my fingers, I snapped it in half with my thumb and watched it instantly turn into a red dust that seemed to move as if alive.

Sinking into my fingers, half of the coins red dust sunk into my other hand resting on waist.

'...I don't feel any different.'

Clenching and unclenching my hands, I held up the bottle in my hands gifted to me by the child sized Guillian.

Placing it into the bottom of the fancy glass contraption near the end of the hallway, I glanced back at Guillian who gave me a thumbs up while buried under a pile of corpses, only his green eyes peaking out from the top.

'...Don't judge the lizard Slade.'

Turning my head back to the bottle which had at some point been filled with an orange fluid, I stared at its glowing orange hue before locking it to my belt, noting that it instantly merged with the mainframe of Dead cells.

'At this point I'm just wondering what else am I even missing.'

Turning my orange eyes to the door in front of me, I took in a deep breath before stepping forth into a different world.

Space warping around me as I closed my eyes during the process the moment that I reopened them without the feeling of motion sickness, I was some place else.

A place called [Promenade of the Condemned]

'If I recall, a promenade is like a fashion walk.'

Noting the name down, I instantly realized why it was called a promenade.

Widening my eyes, despite not feeling much in my chest, m mouth couldn't help but twitch as everywhere I looked, the synonym of Condemned appeared.

And if one was wondering what the synonym of Condemned was, well does the words, dead ring a bell?

Licking my dry lips I stared at the forest in front of me littered with hundreds of bodies hanging from the branches.

Skeletons in cages hung up by cages, there were bodies strung up with those ropes that you often see in prisoner escape movies, the ones that people form out of dozens of bedsheets.

'...' Turning to the ground where several buildings were sprouted between the forest trees, overgrown with green foliage that seemed to devour all their dead, wood worked brethren, bodies stood moving.

"...I guess I can distinguish which zombies came from where now." 

Laughing to myself as I noted the broken and frayed ropes, chains and other means of strangulation around their necks, these undead lumbered around like a promenade of the condemned.

'Unintended pun, ay...'

Joking to myself as I stepped forwards, I pulled out the blades from my inventory and dropped down, aiming to test out the mutation disk I had just received from Guillian.

What better to face dark humor than with bloody violence of course?

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Please do not commit bloody violence when faced with dark humor, on that note, if dark humor is your coping mechanism you should probably get that checked out.

Tree note end.

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Stabbing my copper blade deep into the skull of an already dead pink zombie with explosive balls, I noticed... Nothing.

Maybe it bled out a bit more, but it honestly wasn't noticeable

But that might've been due to the fact that I was instantly executing all of the enemies I was coming in contact with.

I learnt my lesson after losing a good portion of my flesh after letting my guard down against a zombie.

Their malnourished bodies didn't look like it, but they could pack a very good punch when they wanted.

I had two previously broken finger bones to prove it as well.

But now because of my instant killing tendencies which prevented me from finding out what the hell the mutation that Guillian had gifted to me after figuring out... something after I just flailed my sword around for a bit in front of him.

I honestly couldn't tell the difference.

'...Should I just risk it and leave a zombie mostly alive?'

Knowing full well that anything other than a head shot would cause the undead beings of this island to shrug it off like it were a mosquito bite before giving him the scare of a second lifetime, I was tempted to just aim for an arm or a leg to test this mutation.

I definitely felt my hands undergo a change when I held the sword, I just had to find out what type of change it was.

*Rustle

"!"

Feeling a chill crawl up from the freezer of hell to tickle my spine, I instantly whirled around like a tornado, swinging my copper sword to the left.

*Clang!

The sound of metal against metal ringing clearly in the forest of humanoid fruits, my eyes widened in surprise as a red armor wearing figure glared at me with orange eyes.

Moving their head back to slam their helmet bearing head into my own, it didn't take a genius to know that the interaction of flesh against steel could only end badly for the side made of flesh.

"Ugh!"

Laboriously craning my neck to the side and crouching downwards so that the helmet bearing head barely reached my own, before they could recover from their maneuver, I spartan kicked the man's abdomen.

Leaping backwards, I greedily gulped in air as I felt my heart quicken at the surprise attack that came out of bloody nowhere.

Cold sweat beading the back of my shirt, my brain shifted from it's calm, robotic mode to the more adaptive combat mode.

Observing the figure in front of me, the first thing that I noticed that I couldn't due to the extreme circumstances the ambush had occurred in was that this guy was an undead.

'Just like everything else here, woop dee doo.'

Licking my dry lips, the second thing I noticed outside of the jarring red hue their armor came in, contrasting starkly against the dark green, grey hues of the forest filled with rope vines was that they had no hands.

Well they probably did have hands, but currently both of the figures hands were encased in blocks of steel sharpened to resemble one sided blades.

They were sharpened on both ends though.

And finally, the final thing I noticed was that the edges of the blade hands things were... glowing.

Not metaphorically, but quite literally, his hands were glowing.

An orange hue emanating from the blade gauntlets, I noted that those blade hands were very, very hot.

How did I know that?

Well... Maybe the burn mark I finally noticed on my abdomen?

Grimacing as the pain finally reached the brain, I stared at both hands encased in the same blades before deciding to meet the expectations of my ambusher.

"If you want to duel wield like my Nephew, then it's only right that I meet your expectations shouldn't I?"

Murmuring to myself, I pulled out the rusty blade and paired it with the copper blade.

Stiffly holding it with my left hand, despite not being left handed before coming here as a rightie, I felt as if I was left handed all of my life.

Swinging the rusty blade in my left hand like an old friend named beer during a bar visit alongside other drunken fools, I stared at the duel wielding enemy in front of me that had seemed to have some sort of thinking capacity to them as they patiently stood, preparing to cut me down from where I stand.

To bad that I didn't intend to meet his expectations

Facing off of the undead man in jarring red armor wielding two superheated glowing blades was me in mostly cloth as the only armor I had covered my shoulder as I duel wielded a copper blade that had several chips on its surface and a rusty blade covered in so much rust that it was a miracle it was still holding together.

'You know, in hindsight this is really unfair, I should invest in armor when I get the chance.'

Idly thinking that throwaway thought, almost instantly as if under an agreement, me and this undead fella instantly kicked off of the ground meeting blade for blade.

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Tree that has just found out China has another fucking virus.