Heeeeeeey, what's up guys? I'm really sorry for the 1-2 month delay! Well, school's a jerk like that, delaying fanfiction updates. Hopefully, these chapters are worth the long wait!

The original draft was 13,000 words long, so another double update. Enjoy!


Immediately Char aimed his new pistol at the Nethergator and shot the bullets. The pellets struck and jabbed the creature's open mouth and the colossal creature cried back. With only a few seconds, the hybrid dove away before the creature's enormous foot slammed where he had stood.

Char quickly jumped into the air and hovered out of the Nethergator's reach. Fortunately, the mobs were too heavy and all they could do was tilt their meaty head up and chop their mouths in contempt. But suddenly, a blast of pain shot at the man's leg. Char hissed in pain and spotted the back wall of the cobblestone structure was lined with dispensers. Arrows and arrows then shot out of them and Char dove back down, landing outside the storm of Nethergators.

The blaze hybrid looked back to search for Felix and Madeline. Their pink skins and shining blue armor stood out against the red ground and storm of dull red mobs surrounding them. The pigmen hybrids shot their range weapons at the creatures to knock them back. Char's heart thundered as he shot a couple of Nethergathors to divert their attention to him. However, after a stubborn trial, it could not lessen the Nethergators' attack.

The two explorers' pig-like squeals rang above the chomping and crunching jaws. Char froze and wished he could unmute and unsee that bloody scene, to be oblivious of the fact that he had let two players die. Not to mention that in the Nether, players could never respawn again. He had failed them.

All of the still unsatisfied creatures then turned to the last player. A couple licked their teeth, starving. They prowled towards. Char tightened his teeth and forced the memory of those hybrids' deaths out. He had to focus on himself now.

Ignoring the pain in his leg, Char dashed away from the creatures and kicked himself to the air again. He flew away and towards the nearest netherrack cliff, which was on a nearby mountain. Char collapsed on the Netherrack cliff and lied still. His entire body ached, overworking himself from flying for too long. Heart thundering, breaths chunky and vision fading in and out to the red world beyond. His brain throbbed next to his skull, just like in the Overworld days cowering from the thunderstorms. The replays of the Nethergators flashed before him like a slow slideshow in this aching state.

For every replay, the man realized more and more how real that damn chaos was. That really was a trap after all. Intended to kill the explorers, just like what had happened to Azure's father.

Char had entered the Nether ignoring Azure's warning. Now, he was alone, with only guilt and pain to accompany him. Still lying on the cliff, Char curled up his body and buried his face into his hands. He should had listened to the kid. Now he had blood on his hands because of his carelessness. The lives of two pigmen hybrid who had done nothing wrong, gone and torn away. Just the thought pressed Char down with regret and he hissed a curse to himself. Felix and Madeline were dead because of him.

He was a murderer once again...

Murder...

Char withdrew the hands off his face, revealing his blazing brown eyes.

No, this wasn't his fault. It was Emmet's fault. Tara's fault. Acid's fault. They set up this trap. Azure was right, they loved targeting those who would challenge their authority, and disposed of them with these cowardly tactics. They were all so desperate to stop any uprising that they would kill to keep themselves safe. Char's blaze rods slowly levitated, twitching with anger. Char's breathing seethed in anger now and he tightened a hand into a fist.

Pathetic, the Player End staff was. But no matter, Char was going to finish this job, so Felix and Madeline's death would not be meaningless. And that their blood would be the last that Player End spilled.

Char pushed himself up and looked back to the direction of Hub Nether. Thank goodness that his blaze instincts gifted him a sense of navigation in this dimension. Otherwise, he would be lost, as he had completely forgotten the trail back after that fiasco.

He searched for one last drop a strength inside of him. Then with a deep breath, Char jumped off the cliff and flew back to the player colony, out of the radar of those reptilian monsters. He landed in front of the cryptic netherbrick building with only an iron door to greet him. Fortunately, probably because barely anyone comes to the Nether, there was no passcode. Only a button that Char hastily pushed. When the door opened, a sudden alarm went off.

Char cursed to himself. Of course, this building would still have an alarm. But he couldn't undo his mistake, so the hybrid dashed inside the building and through its rusty red hallways. The building was only one floor with six rooms inside. Char quickly scanned each room until he spotted the one he was looking for - the smallest room with a single double chest. Char immediately approached and flipped opened the chest, revealing a bundle of ten books. The files of Hub Nether. He snatched them all before running back outside without even closing the door. Char jumped into the air and sped away from Player Nether, the alarm still screeching through the hellish atmosphere.

Through his crazed heartbeat and racing thoughts, Char managed to fish out one emotion. A thank you to Tara for telling him where these files were. Though the cat hybrid did betray him, it was something that he had to be thankful for. Alas that was Tara's last act of kindness to him ever again. He couldn't forgive her for sacrificing himself and two pigmen hybrids.

If only he knew that Tara was just right there in the Player Nether prison, banned for trying to protect him. And that he was flying away from her right now...


Back in Player End, that alarm did not go unnoticed. The staff already concluded that it was the Nether Explorers' doing, though they had never expected them to go rouge and become menaces to the server.

But was what Acid had said. Only the scientists knew the real story of Acid attempting to kill the blaze hybrid and failed. The backup plan was to keep him in the Nether. The scientists hated it and grieved for Madeline and Felix's death. But the Lab already heard that three scientists were banned for defying Acid, assumed by their sudden disappearance. So better not add into the number of disobedient scientists.

Acid had also told the Portal Lab to shut down the Nether Portal until further notice, his backup plan in action. The Lab just had to oblige, as usual. When their admin promptly left again, the Lab was left holding their breath as they continued with their Nether experiments.

"Acid, I'm back," Emmet announced when he entered the admin's office. Acid looked up from playing around with a small command block. He readjusted his seat to a more professional posture.

"Did Golden Pork deactivate their portals?" Acid asked.

"Yes. Took a lot of convincing but it all worked out," answered Emmet, who was now standing in front of Acid's desk. "Now the entire dimension has a lockdown from the Nether."

"Perfect," Acid sighed. "Did they suspect the reason why?"

"I don't think so."

"Good. I know the scientists are on to us. But as to be suspected. They're smarter that most of this server. But as long as Golden Pork doesn't lose our trust, it'll be fine."

"Hah, players are so gullible," Emmet chortled in agreement. Back in the day, he and Acid had bonded over observing Acid's former server and amused over the naivete of some players. The foolishness of humans was still entertaining today. And it was always better to share this amusement with a human who was still smart, like Acid.

"Though, in all seriousness, people will start noticing the lockdown and the disappearance of Char, even if the scientists decide to stat silent about it," the mod warned. "The rumors will fly around."

"I know," his friend breathed but with his voice still unbroken. "I'll take care of it when it happens. I'll tell them what they need to hear and they'll regain our trust again. Like before."

Emmet didn't say anything but emitted an aura of understanding. Of course he didn't doubt him. Acid had a talent in trivializing issues to people and erasing their worry. That was part of Acid's philosophy, or as he called it, his steps to creating an utopia. He had to keep his people under his total control first. Keep them away from skepticism and fear. Acid had been taught by his father how to bat away those two poisons, but he had took it to the next level ever since he became admin. The admin was smart. He knew who to play around with his people.

"Also, I forgot to ask." Acid brought up. "You sent more Nether mobs out after Char, right?"

Emmet flinched and his blue eyes briefly darted away. The analytical admin read the uncertainty in the mod, and knew that he was trying to improvise an excuse. To explain why he didn't follow his order.

"You didn't?" Acid exasperated. "Emmet, you were just near a Nether portal at Golden Pork. You just had to go in and ask a zombie pigman or two to go after him in exchange for their freedom from the factory's harvesting. And I know you never forget anything. Why didn't you do what I ordered?"

Emmet looked away again. He knew that he could not leave until he answered his questions. But just the same as leaving right away, telling the truth was going to scratch the decades-old trust between the two.

The brown-haired mod cleared his throat. "I ignored your request because I'm done with killing," he stated. To Emmet's own surprise, his words descended into a low growl. "I'll defend you. I'll ban players for you. But I'm now taking a stand against killing. Get another mod or do it yourself. I just don't want to be a part of it anymore."

A dead silence followed Emmet's growl. Acid's green eyes pierced into the moderator. The admin's hands flinched and he slowly got up from his seat.

"You can't back out on the one thing you're good at," Acid warned with a tone as dangerous as Emmet's. "Only you are able to talk to the mobs. Only you can tell them to search for Char."

"You can work around that on your own," the mod suggested. "You spawned Nethergathors in front of him. Can't you track him down and do it again."

"But still," Acid suddenly asserted. "This is the first time you've ever denied me. You made a promise to me to help me no matter what."

"I know."

"And you should also know that you could be dead if it weren't for me. You would have still been trapped in the Overworld with no home or power, and killed off like the rest of those slower players after the explosion. You agreed to help me create Player End for both me and for yourself. Because you owe me and want to get your life again. So why are you breaking your loyalty?"

Emmet turned away again.

"Don't you remember how you lost everything after what she did to you?" Acid pushed. "And everything I've done to help you? You have no reason to betray me."

The mod groaned in response and glared at the admin. Their friendship was not perfect and they occasionally disagreed with each other, but this was the first time in years that Emmet spat back.

"Yes, I do remember," Emmet answered. "And I still hate her, even after I got my revenge and showed her how I felt. But I'm not taking out my anger on the Endermen anymore. Nor on the dragons. And not on hybrids like Char. I just want to leave them be. No killing. I'm still grateful for you, but I can't approve of your murderous antics anymore."

Acid remained silent for a minute, breaking Emmet's response down in his mind. He wanted to craft an equally powerful counterargument. But for some reason, the purple-haired human struggled to choose his next words. Usually, he had a clear mind and could pick his responses right out of the air. But now, certain memories were invading his mind and clouding his logical thinking. Every time Acid tried to think of an argument, he instead recalled a past event, similar to what was happening right now. He mentally flinched and batted those thoughts away before giving up and speaking from his heart. He pointed a finger to the mod.

"I understand that you're a changed person," Acid sighed. "You've rebuilt your life. But you still haven't fulfilled your debt to me. I'll give you only a warning this time, but this better be the last time you ignore me. Your loyalty should never change. Because...because..." Acid's arm started to falter. "...You promised that you would never lea...betray me." The admin concluded by looking down, exhausted by himself already.

Emmet looked at the weakened admin with genuine concern. He wish he could say something to make this dead conversation less awkward. But he never had a knack to human emotion. So the mod exited the floor without another word.

He's changed. He's broken, Emmet told himself as he walked back down to the first floor. He had now gotten a better understanding of his superior and friend. Actually, he always knew about this. Emmet had tried to ignore it at first because he never knew how to respond to it. But now he could not deny that Acid was no longer the person that he first met back on the streets.

Emmet recalled the time when Acid had first reunited with him, back in the Overworld after they had gone their separate ways. At the time, Emmet had become independent again and made handsome gains in the server's underground gambling, but had never been able to rebuild his status like before, which had disappointed him. That was until Acid found him again for a catching up. And to introduce him to his plan to create an End haven. They had not seen each other for a few months, and Emmet had noticed that Acid was smarter and more ambitious than ever before. In retrospect, the mob realized another change in Acid, and the biggest change of all: anger. A venomous hunger for justice in those green eyes. An anger that had never been quenched even after establishing Player End.

But why is Acid so angry? What can calm him down? Emmet pondered. ...Is it because of what the Catcher Empire did? ...No, that's a stupid idea. That should be wrong...right? Maybe that change was really tough on him...

He could not make a fair judgement of what the Catcher Empire had done to Acid because he had never saw it. But he remembered what Acid had told him one day in the middle of discussing beta Player End, though Acid had only explained it once and never wanted to hear questions about it again. According to him, those outside thoughts stressed him out.

Nevertheless, the moderator could not deny anymore that Acid had changed for the worse. He was cruel. He was mad with control and perfection. And for the first time in a long time, the concept that Acid was dependently clinging onto Emmet's strength and trust...made the mod shudder.

By the time the man reached the first floor, a nearby golem sensed his rare spike of emotion and glared a concerned look. Emmet was tragically closer to golems than players. He was naturally more comfortable around mobs than players, and mobs seemed to understand his reclusive emotions better than players in return.

Emmet's eyes met with the golem's red bionic ones, and his messy thoughts seemed to translate into the golem.

"Acid's...changed alot since I first met him," Emmet mumbled aloud. "It's worrying." The golem stared at the small human, something speaking in its eyes.

Emmet immediately knew the golem's message. He sighed in submissiveness, "Well, he's not the only who changed a lot." The mod looked at his pale hand, moving his fingers. "I've changed too..."


Acid sniffed and rubbed a tiny tear out of his eye. He needed to clear his mind, so he walked to a window and gazed down to the endstone land.

Acid was born in the Lunar Phase Island, a server established on a floating island in the Overworld. It was inevitable that once Acid came of age that he would become a moderator. Especially since his father was the admin of his server and his older brother had already became his second-in-command. Though during training, Acid started to think he was not good enough for his family, so he started to slack off his moderator duties, wasting the daylight programming command blocks and spending time with his close accomplice, Em.

Acid hissed at himself and shut his eyes. Stupid memory. He gave up, he retreated to his desk and collapsed on the chair and spun around it. He picked up the small command block and fidgeted with it.

However, Acid's life turned for the worse when the Catcher Empire began to cast their power over his server. The Catcher Empire, formally known as the Catcher Union, was an influential floating island server that was building an empire of islands in the sky. The advanced empire absorbed land and resources with one goal in mind: to conquer any servers that it deemed needing reconstruction. Corrupt servers. Weaker servers. Untrustworthy and failing servers. And worse of all, servers associated with the Sky Union - the Catcher Empire's long-time enemy. And Acid's father fell under the Catcher Empire's policing serpentine eye. The imperialistic players soon swept through the Lunar Phase Island. The Island's surrender followed two weeks later.

...the admin checked the pocket of his coat. He remembered the small gizmo that he carried around ever since Player End opened. It was a tiny tool with the skin of a command block. It was a really powerful tool that could...Acid pulled the tool out and locked it into his desk. He should not have that around when his thoughts were messy.

The Catcher Empire representatives arrested Acid's father. Acid's brother succeeded his place, but he was turned into a puppet for the dominating server's demands. He was manipulated into making many tough decisions, to rebuild the Lunar Phase colony to the Empire's appeal. Changing alliances, rewriting policies, brainwashing suspicious people, all of these were steps to a new "utopia," according the to Empire. All of these steps performed submissively by the new admin. And more remorseful choices were made once the Catcher Empire declared war against the Sky Union and used the Lunar Phase Island for resources. In this diplomatic mess, the new changes caused poverty and discord on the island, but the Catcher Empire representatives were too busy with the Celestial War to take action. The Catcher Empire's "renovation" just caused more havoc in the server.

Did Emmet have those enchanted woolen blocks? Acid looked at the corner of the desk and saw one of those woolen blocks. Pink and shiny. Emmet had given one of those to Acid as a small gift for some reason. The admin picked it up and clawed his fingers into the wool. Acid sighed, as everytime he dug into the wool, the more tranquility was emitted from the enchanted block. Maybe these were useful after all.

Acid considered himself lucky that he was not hurt during the takeover. Though, his family was broken apart. Acid was there to see his brother transform into a puppet with no free will. It was a tragic sight. Acid continued being a mod. However, under that diplomatic mask he had presented to his brother, the Empire, and later to Emmet and the Player End collaborators, Acid was genuinely hurt by what the Empire as done to his server. He had felt useless against the resisting defense against the invading empire, and the defeat proved what an inadequate mod he was.

It was not long after the conquer that Acid stepped down as moderator and left the colony. He no longer had a place there. It was his fault that his family broke apart. He could not protect them against the empire. But he also blamed the empire for ruining his life and his home. He despised those Catcher Empire players who had to interfere with his life and preach their foolish notions. Acid wanted to prove himself and his wrongdoers that he could create the utopia that the Catcher Empire failed to create. His father and brother would appreciate that.

Acid opened his eyes, realizing that Emmet was his last loved one ever. That was why he didn't want to lose Emmet. Not only because he was strong and useful, but he was his last friend from his old life. If this bickered soured their friendship, Acid would have no grasp of his former life. No family, no significant other, no friend.

This was why Acid began developing Player End. It was now time to establish his own rule. The utopia where his philosophy was law. Where he had every player at the palm of his hand, micromanaging everything with total control for the better good. No other enemy to threaten the administration. The fantasy could no longer be delayed. Acid would work day and night over it. He would get Emmet and others to help him, entrusting their unique assets to colonize the End. The End, a place where no superior players could restrict Acid. And that was how he liked it. No opposition and full power and control was the best server.

Before Acid left his old home, he searched for his best friend, who was an undefeated champion of underground minigames of the server. When he found Emmet, he explained his story. At that moment, Acid and Emmet bonded more. After all, Emmet had had his status, home, life and identity taken away from him. Now it was Acid who had no future or family. They had something in common, though Emmet didn't sympathize at the time. Acid asked for his best friend's loyalty to Player End and the request to overthrow the Ender Dragon Queen. His ally immediately agreed. After all, he could personally benefit from Player End too, to climb back up to power and his former life again.

Acid placed the wool back to its place. He cleared his throat. His thoughts were at ease again. He turned to the stuffed ender dragon that was across the room. He stared into her dead eyes. This server was his, he reminded himself. It was time to serve it again.


The next day, the door softly opened and Azure and Kendra entered the apartment.

"You should have told me to come earlier, not in the late afternoon," Kendra continued her rant. "My evening plans were ruined, so this better be as important as you say it is."

"Like I said, I'm sorry," Azure replied. "I promise I'll make up for it."

"Azure, who's this?" A soft voice asked. Azure's mother looked over her shoulder, still sitting by the window.

"This is your mom's home?" Kendra said dumbfounded.

"I locked myself out of my own apartment," the enderman boy admitted sheepishly. "And Flash is still at work. So we're at my mom's for now. Mom, this is my friend Kendra. Is it OK for her to visit?"

"As long as she doesn't break anything."

"She won't. We just need a place to talk."

Azure and Kendra settled themselves in the small living room in two recliners.

"So what's so important that you wanted to talk?" Kendra asked.

"You know how I said that I was helping to stop and overthrow Player End administration? Well, I'm stuck on that, and I need your help," Azure pleaded.

"Oh, yeah. You're sort of investigating with some conspiracy theories. But isn't Char helping you with that?"

"That's the problem," the boy exclaimed. "Char's disappeared and no one has seen him for two days. That Nether exploration was a trap and I knew it all along. And Char might be...might be..."

"Dead," Kendra finished a bit crudely. "But that does sound scary. Now I'm worried. Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine...actually, no. Not really." How did explaining feelings work? In his head, Azure could outline his emotions to anger and sadness, but somehow it was hard to actually say. He also felt numb, which was why he didn't take immediate action, and it took two days for him to hustle motivation and call Kendra.

The boy continued, "But the point is that I need to carry on the plan without Char now. The plan against the administration. Is it too much to ask for your help now?"

"Well, how do you want me to help?" Kendra asked sparsely and dubiously.

"I know you're really good with Endermen because you were one of the Cobblestones," Azure began. "And I can communicate with Endermen. So the plan is to get close to them and talk to them. You see, one of them told me that there is a someone in Player End who betrayed the Enders, and I think if we find out more about the traitor, we can learn more about Player End's secret past. I need you to lure the Endermen into Player End, and I'll do the interviewing. Can you do that?"

Kendra pondered, "Well, I can still glitch the server's barrier to let entities pass it, but this time, it'll be a small, undetectable glitch. Bringing one Endermen into the barrier will be easier than bringing five players out. But how can we bring Endermen inside? We can't predict when they feel like teleporting."

"Well, the Endermen are hungry for food and blocks, right?" Azure pointed out. "So after you glitch the barrier, let's place down a chunk of meat or a piece of cobblestone. And just like that, an Endermen will teleport into Player End, and right by us too."

"That could work!"

"So do you want to help me?"

"I'll risk it for you and Char. I still have a lot of porkchops left too."

"Then maybe we should start now!" Azure exclaimed. "I'll meet you behind the auction house 10 OV minutes from now. Deal?"

"Deal. I'll go get the food and experience points. See you there." Kendra stood up, waved goodbye and left the apartment. Azure sighed and sank into the recliner, relieved that his plan was going smoothly so far. As for preparations, he had already jotted down a list of questions he wanted to ask each Endermen about. It was written on the very last page of his Dad's diary, because there was no fresh paper available. The journal had two or three blank pages left, and Azure was planning to bring those pages to take notes about the Endermen's answers. He hoped his late father didn't mind. But other than those pages and an inked feather (that Azure only kept for emergencies), he didn't need anything else. Just to be there on time.

The enderman boy sensed footsteps and he looked up from his recliner. His mother was at the side of the chair looking down at his son. For once, her purple eyes were not filled with depression, but with concern.

"I overheard you," she said. This was the first time that she started a conversation instead of Azure. "How long have you been planning this?"

Azure paled. Was he in trouble? Was his mom going to prohibit this? Or worse?

"Technically, for about a week," Azure answered in submission, knowing that he didn't want to ignore his mother's question either.

"What is this for?" Another first: she narrowed her eyes and hostility gleamed in them. Azure could not even feel worried, but was in awe instead.

"I want to finally do something against the administration of this island," her son replied. "Or, at least, get them to reform. But we need to find facts to build an argument against their authority. Don't worry, Mom, this isn't dangerous." Azure finally sat up and waved his hands in emphasized assurance. "If I stay low, I won't get in trouble. And I'm sure I won't get hurt." Well, at least I hope I don't get hurt.

"No," his mother's voice tensed him. "...don't explain yourself. I understand. I won't stop you." Azure's body relaxed.

After a pause, she continued, "I have a theory that Acid killed your father. You probably concluded that too. I know you, just as much as I know my theory is true. This server killed him, so I understand why your plan must be done."

"I know," the boy agreed, reaching a comforting hand out to his mother. He and his mother were both wronged by the server's cruel ways. By Acid's cruel ways. Azure's mother fell into depression and loneliness, and the young hybrid never had a fatherly figure. And now Acid had possibly eradicated Char too. Another life taken away was the final straw.

"Azure, look at me straight into my eyes." His mom commanded. Azure obeyed. Both pairs of purple eyes synchronized. Their enderman-half, sensitive to direct presence of other Enders and their aura, buzzed. "Please promise me that you'll stay safe though. Please be careful."

Azure nodded, "I promise."

"Thank you." His mom stepped back from this unusually intense situation. And then the apartment resumed to its basic atmosphere, quiet and mournful. The hybrid woman sighed before adding, "This plan of yours is also my revenge against Acid. So, if you ever need help or a rescue, don't hesitate to call me..."


These were the traits that distinguished the damaged Nether from pre-war Nether: the sickly color, the absence of pigment and ghasts, and the eerie dread that the now-rare mobs or corruptive forces would attack you at any moment. Char had noticed these after spending a long time in this fiery dimension, every characteristic of the Nether now obvious to him. How many OV hours, or days, had passed anyway?

Char inspected the area one more time as another lookout for nearby mobs. He had been hiding in this small nether quartz cave ever since he grabbed Hub Nether's files. It was a really good shelter as he waited for his leg to heal and read through these papers. He had treated his leg and it was no longer bleeding. Though, all of his years in the Overworld taught him that the atmosphere's corruption could affect any wounds even after they heal. Char needed a strong potion of healing or golden apple to completely cure the wound.

The blaze hybrid distracted himself by looking at a nearby lava-fall. Actually, Char wasn't scared of the Nether as much as the Overworld, now that he had gotten used to the view. He had always like the Nether. In any other situation, the man would find the scenery calming, even though the Nether was poisoned. But at least the Nether was safer than the Overworld. If only he knew that before. Back in the Overworld, before Player End explorers found him, Char wished that he had been able to find a portal to the Nether. It would had been easier to survive in the Nether. He could had made a better life. He could had protected Cedric...

OK, trying to feel calm was unsuccessful, so back to work.

The man sighed and leaned back against the wall. He grabbed the stack of paper that was on the ground and combed through them again. Char already read through most of these files and winnowed out trivial records with a quick scan. These files included recaps of Hub Nether meetings and blueprints of water containers. A couple of them were procedures on using blazes as energy generators and taming ghasts for work. With a quick scan, Char concluded that Hub Nether had been more focused on using mobs to their advantage, unlike Player End who completely chased out the dragons and endermen. Not even a single Ender mob in that server.

With all of those useful files discarded, only a small portion of these portfolios remained, and the hybrid had organized them into two essential categories.

The first and biggest section were reports by Eric Fragments. Azure's father, Char presumed. He had to know at least something before he died. Char adjusted his glasses and continued reading the reports.

Report 3: The Endermen unanimously confirmed that Player End are using the Queen's island for their project. Acid wants the biggest island to work with, but the Endermen call him crazy for trying to steal from the Queen. After all, the Queen is still active and taking advantage of the Celestial War to spread more fear into the players. She will be extremely brutal to the Player End team. Not to mention that the Queen's island is also home to her close allies and servants - dragons who are just strong and fierce as her. Though, for us, this is a disadvantage for Player End. We can colonize the Nether faster than Player End. Acid seems persistent with his goals, but it won't affect our process.

Report 9: I found an Enderman who recently teleported to Player End's stronghold. He spotted the team working. They have blueprints of elaborate mob farms and a piston pressurizer. The mob farms are obviously food source. The piston pressurizer, according to the latest Minecraft update and Emmet's Carbon Theory, might be a diamond generator. The Enderman noted various materials like coal and carbon dioxide containers in the stronghold, which is why I believe that the piston pressurizers will generate diamond.

Report 15: There was a major change on the Queen's island. There's a new dragon who arrived to the island for two days. This dragon was never invited to the island, but the island doesn't want to kick him out of the island either. I asked an Enderman to talk to the newcomer to figure out his intention. I appreciate the Enderman's courage to speak up to its natural superior. Unfortunately, the dragon never gave an answer.

Char silently mused of these discoveries, but couldn't make any conclusions.

The man moved onto the next category. This one was only one folder.

It was the compromise. The truce that Hub Nether and Player attempted, but it failed to persist. Char never thought about the specifics of this truce.

The Duo-Dimension Compromise, the label of the folder read.

Hub Nether and Player End have decided to join forces and resources to create more philanthropic projects. Both teams were specialized in coding and breaking the rules of their dimensions, though each had their unique features. If combined, they could achieve new achievements to benefit playerkind. After all, they just both want the same thing - save playerkind, and the more saviors, the better.

Char flipped the folder open and there were three major files inside. One was a contract, lacking signatures. The other two were thicker and more preserved. The first one was titled "Endstone Moon" project. Char flipped the file opened and saw it was written like a science experiment and analysis. He was relieved that it included an abstract, which he read.

The Endstone Moon project is an Overworld recovery plan, if the forseen consequences are true. This project is to restore the moon, which is the immediate first step of saving the Overworld, by using the End itself. The goal is to reprogram an End portal and reverse its power. This should transport the entire End island into the Overworld to a certain spawn point - a sky island. Then with coding and manipulating gravity, the End island will remain in the sky and eventually fall into a rotation around the planet as the new moon. The first step is to experiment with the Portal Lab with smaller items...

Char's curiosity spiked. He was impressed. This was a really heroic project. It was a shame that dispute prevented this compromise, thus disapproving this project. It was strange that hate was a cycle that never evolved into anything better and prevented goals like these. Well, thinking about it now, Char hated Player End, so he was no better than Player End and Hub Nether back then.

But what is the other project? Char picked up the other file and read the title, and flinched at the memory.

"Nether bomb" project.

Char didn't even have to read the file, which he dropped to the ground in surprise. The man jumped up and his heart raced, staring at the book as if it was a Nethergator.

He knew that project. He had seen it before! Back then, he didn't know its true name. He didn't even know what the point of it was. He only knew that it existed. And now he realized that it was a project not meant to be.

Why was this project part of the compromise? How was it supposed to be philanthropic?! If it was part of the compromise, then it should have never been approved! Never made and seen. An illegal project! Well, maybe that was why Char had seen this project developed in a hidden part of the Sky Union. Instead of being developed in Hub Nether or Player End, one or both of these teams had illegally continued this project in the Overworld's confinement.

This bomb project was obviously the development of a weapon. The Overworld Hybrid Force had first discovered its existence in the Soren Lab, another ally of the Sky Union. The Soren Lab was famous for mass producing Formidi Bombs for the Celestial War. The Sky Union had appreciated them, but the friendship had soured when the OHF had discovered this unapproved project. To develop a bomb even stronger than the Formidi Bomb? A bomb that could actually destroy the hardest material, like command blocks and bedrock? A bomb tainted with a corrupted element that could actually kill players?

Even Soren Lab didn't know the purpose of the Nether bomb. In fact, some scientists had claimed that they had never knew about this project, and that moles had been developing it in secret behind their backs. But it didn't matter, because the Nether bomb was still created. And if it was associated with Hub Nether and Player End...

Char had to find out. He quickly gathered all of these files, donned his armor and jumped out of the cave. He flew through the dimension.