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In the Unstable Universe, there was a player named Nightmare. She's very cheerful and kind despite the fact that the universe they're living is plagued by chaos and troubles. She lives with three of her close friends in a peaceful village area that they cultivated together.
The four of them grinded for gear and go to adventures for fun while collecting resources and hiding it to their secret bunker that nobody else knew. They got rare items and valuable resources that they hid from greedy and selfish players.
They were living peacefully... until...
They were suddenly attacked by a group of players who had been lurking around their base and knew they had been gatekeeping a large stash of valuable items. They want to rob them but as the bunker's location is extremely hidden, they started torturing them.
Night saw each of her friends getting killed one by one, they told her that no matter what happened, she should never reveal the stash to anyone. As the bandits cornered her for information, a sudden flash from the sky caught everyone by surprise as a player suddenly fell smashing a mace down killing one of the bandits.
She watched as one by one, the player eliminated all the bandits that killed her friends looting their remains right after. Night sat on the ground with not a single armor on, face voided by any emotions as tears kept falling from her eyes. The player finally turned to her not intending to harm her as he unequipped his mace.
"So, uhhh... I'm not sure what happened here but you should probably get up soon. This universe isn't peaceful, danger lurks in every corner, nowhere is safe. People die everyday from a lot of things, you can weep all you want, mourn for your fallen friends but if you want to live for them, you have to get up and face the universe. The universe is cruel, so you need to be crueller." The player spoke as Night look up to him.
The player was a young purple haired man with piercing golden eyes. He wore black and purple royal clothes and a small gold tiara on. He is wearing almost full enchanted netherite armor and under the bright full moon, he looked like a reaper and an angel at the same time.
"You should collect yourself soon, players might be nearby. I'll be going now since I have an important thing to do" as the player was about to deploy his rockets to fly up, night tug his cape and asked.
"Name..... what's your name" her voice was silent and weak but enough for the player to hear.
".... It's Wemmbu" hearing his name, Night let's go and watched as her savior flew away under the dazzling light of the moon.
After a few moments of silence, she got up and moved to create a grave for the memory of her dead friends. She cleaned up the base that was once held precious memories that will only stay as a reminder of what she had lost.
As the sun had started to rise she stared at their base for the last time and pulled out a fishing rod that is connected to a stasis chamber as she pulled it teleporting her directly at their secret underground bunker in an unknown location.
She put a raw gold to a hidden hopper that activated a piston machine revealing the entrance to the main bunker. The long majestic halls decorated with velvet carpets and lanterns leading to different rooms with the end opening up to a map room containing the map of the entire server.
She went downstairs and into the basement where they put all of the most valuable items such as rows of armor stand with full maxes out netherite armor, double chests full of enchanted golden apples, Exp bottles, Elytras, and most importantly, maces.
Night and her friends had constantly gone to adventures not only carving out maps but also scavenging every trial chambers for maces and they were also able to smuggle out netherite from the nether before Clownpierce took over the entire dimension. This place was stacked to the brim that they decided to prepare a self destruct system just in case evil players manage to locate the bunker.
Opening a door behind the rows of chests, she entered a room decorated in soft blue carpets, a bed, lanterns, barrels and a maxed out enchanted table. She removed her dirty clothes and went to take a shower then changed into pyjamas before settling down to her bed.
Despite being exhausted and the day had just started yet, Night can't seem to fall asleep as she could still recall the horrible scenes from last night. She tried to curl up and shut her eyes tightly but could only see the images of her friends being killed.
This goes on for three days until night eventually started to change her pace. Remembering Wemmbu's words, she started to train herself by equipping herself with armor and resources like strength potions, golden apples, totem of undying, wind charges and rockets before going out to hunt criminals.
She fought bandits, criminals and players who are out for only trouble. Her knowledge about fighting quickly growing as she found different techniques, learning combos for fights, and trapping. She had spent months to master her own way to fight.
She has decided, if it weren't for that player saving her, there won't be anyone who would continue the legacy of her friends. There won't be anyone guarding this bunker from evil players. So she swore in front of their world map, she will do anything for wemmbu, she will help him in times of need and give him her loyalty as an ally.
Wemmbu flew his elytra across the thick jungle biome soon catching the sight of a tall tree with a grand staircase circling up the trunk. He immediately fired more rockets to speed up his flight eventually arriving at the entrance of the treehouse.
"Manepear?" He looked around the bookshelves decorating the hut before proceeding to climb up the stairs to the upper floor.
"Wemmbu..." He look up ,the stairs in the middle of the room and saw him. Manepear, although he wore a childish overall orange jumper short and a white shirt. His netherite armor covered most of his outfit making him look a little menacing. "Why are you here?" The player asked clearly not wanting anyone in his house.
"I want to be like you, can you train me bro?"