Lost in the Labrynth

Part 6

-Pentecost's POV- 

Things just got better and better. He firstly got a command block by smashing a chariot in half, defeated a group of piglin brutes and taking their valuables plus a good meal and defeated an elite nether general. Pentecost took his command block, pressed a random button and paused, what will he pick?

There are an infinite amount of things you can ask for from a command block, an army, infinite money heck, even a whole new dimension!

"I want the most powerful weapon EVER." Pentecost commanded, wondering what it would look like, could it look like a throw-able, double-sided, six feet axe? a pair of powerful pair of flaming katanas? He waited and waited, "Why isn't it working?!"

"Have I broken it? What if only works for nether mobs? What shall I do?" Pentecost was suddenly flushed with fear. He scrambled to look in his backpack, is it in here? And guess what he got,

Another command block. He burst into laughter.

"OK let's stop messing about." he thought out loud.

"I want a maxed out, enchanted blood reaper which I know how to use." Pentecost commanded. He looked in his backpack and found it. It was beautifully decorated, with a single ruby stone embedded into it's golden scythe-shaped head. It had a gilded diamond chain connecting it to it's netherite and silver handle. Pentecost also noticed that it was shimmering with its complete overpowered enchants. 

(Mostly gamers who play Shadow Fight 2 know what a blood reaper is. It is a head of a scythe connected to a long chain which its bearer can swing round and round, chopping down everything in it's wake. If anything gets past the sharp tip, it will be wrapped round and round by the chain and the user can throw the trapped victim to wherever they want.)

-By the way this isn't sponsored-

ANYWAY, where were we? Oh yeah.

Pentecost slung the overpowered weapon round and round which mowed down all the grass around his and even cleanly sliced down a small oak tree. "Nobody can stop me now." He thought and walked off being even more happy than ever.

-Maxwell's POV-

The warriors started picking at the remains, armour and weapons. And after a back-breaking hour of picking and taking the netherite, they measured it and the weight was just above 400 KG.

"Just two more battles and the deal will be done!" Maxwell noted happily.

"NO." Destine replied.

"What do you mean?" Maxwell nervously asked.

"YOU SAID 1000 KG OF NETHERITE OF YOUR OWN."

"WHAT?! No! That wasn't part of the deal. It would take me a million years to get that much!"

"OK, WORK FOR A MILLION YEARS OR HAVE YOUR LIFE SHORTENED TO 17 YEARS." Destine threatened. OK, firstly, why on earth are these beasts so greedy, secondly, I don't have any netherite, and thirdly, HOW ON EARTH DID HE KNOW MY AGE?!

The others overheard their conversation and crowded around him, massive heads towered above him looming down on him trapping him in a thick circle made of massive legs which could crush him in an instant. If he had a slim chance running from Destine, this was impossible to survive.

"RIGHT??" Destine pressurized him. Maxwell was trembling on the edge now, being mentally tortured by all the losses, fear, worry and the most dominant emotion.

RAGE.

"YES OR NO?! WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY." The others laughed.

THAT WAS IT

-Pentecost's POV-

Pentecost trotted over back to where his village is- no, was. He was seeking vengeance, the damn pigs were so cowardly, they used hacks to get an advantage over a weakened village, he was going to enjoy this. The village was now just ruins, all the fire had burnt out and the only few things left were charred buildings and smashed walls.

"Not even brave enough to fight, instead they flee." Pentecost muttered bitterly. There was no point staying here, there were definitely no survivors, and if there were, they probably would've been massacred by merciless piglin brutes. He heard a string snap by his feet and the next thing he knew was that he was swallowed up by the earth and smacked his head onto the floor. He was semi-conscious and could only barely see the blurry sky, which was soon blocked out by heads.

"Take the command block from him." One figure ordered the others. Pentecost felt his command block yanked out of his hand. He could only say, "No." But a metal-studded boot stabbed into his arm and he yelped in pain. They finally took his armour and left him in the pit. 

"Dumb pigs." Pentecost uttered under his breath bitterly, but the piglin brutes heard it and replied, "Yeah, you're going to pay for that." before hitting him really hard in the head, he didn't feel the pain since he was instantly knocked out.