Chapter 1: Fighting the Law

Journal Entry: MG

Day 7: Okay, this is my first entry... My name is MG; at least, that's what I go by. Ever since I first arrived, I've had amnesia. When I try to remember anything, I only succeed in getting a headache. Starting today, I will be writing down any important events in this adventure log. Maybe they'll help me solve the mystery of who I am or why I'm here...

Day 10: I discovered a dungeon. There was an odd cage that kept creating Zombies. It was strange... Even when there were so many, I didn't feel afraid anymore. In fact, both my hands are steady with a sword. Maybe I've become desensitized... I found some loot in a chest. It had a chainmail chestplate and a compass! Still no progress on my missing memories. I have to try harder! HB won't wait forever...

Day 13: I've been getting stronger these past few days. I noticed something when I fight these mobs: My movements are becoming more fluent, more automatic. It's almost like I've done this kind of stuff before... I dodged an arrow at close range! It seems my body has been doing some remembering of its own... But what kind of person was I? To be used to this kind of combat... I can't imagine what I had to go through to turn out this way...

Day 20: It's been some time since I wrote down anything. I think I've done everything I can in this place. I'm packing my things and moving on. I still have no leads. But my memories are out there, somewhere. The handbook I started with says there are villages filled with NPCs. I don't know what an NPC is, but if there are people out there, then I have to find them. I'm taking my chestplate, my weapons, and all my equipment.

Day 25: I've crossed stone, sand, and snow. In these short five days, I have been from the vast mountains to the deepest part of the taigas. I feel my searching might be pointless... But I can't give up, I finally remembered something: I AM used to combat! I might go as far as saying I was addicted to it... I used to be covered in scars. That's why I came into this world with a hoodie; to hide those scars. It was red; the color of passion and anger. It was also my favorite color. For some reason, all the scars of my past are gone, but that doesn't matter. What matters is I keep going. I've become a lot stronger since I left home. I wonder when it will be time...

MG's P.O.V.

I close my adventure log. That was all the recap I needed. It was bookmarked for day 30; today... I put out the fiery log, and continue my march through this vast land. I learned much about this world. During the day it was safe to travel, but at night—

*Moans*

I grabbed the two sword handles attached to the back of my belt, just to be safe. It was another few minutes before the sun rises over the mountain peak. It's only during the dark these creatures come out to play. You can check as many times as you want, but the mobs will always come from nowhere. I was travelling through a dark oak forest. The leaves would block most of the sunlight, so it's still dangerous during the day. I eventually found the source of the noise. Two Zombies were feasting on the flesh of another. A blocky man with a big nose and a brown robe. When I took a step forward, a twig snapped. The Zombies dropped their old meal for a fresher one.

"You want me?" I pulled both stone swords from their sheaths. I flipped the left one backwards. "Then come on!" Something in me switched, like I became a different person...

More Zombies showed up, some carrying swords. A pair of Skeleton Archers came out of hiding as well. I deflected an arrow, cutting another in half. The Zombies ran straight for me. I flipped the right sword, and using both, sliced its midsection. I tripped another, and finish it off. One ran dragging a sword behind it. As the Zombie raised it, I sprung back and barely avoided getting sliced. When I landed on my feet, I threw my sword. It broke from overuse. I was hit in the shoulder by an arrow.

The pain only fueled my drive to fight. When the second Archer released an arrow, I rolled out of the way and rushed straight for them. I dodge two more. I flip the sword upright. When they were close enough, their fate was sealed. One blow from my blade split the skull of an Archer, and a single kick shattered a vertebrae of another. I still heard the sound of scraping metal close behind. I turn around just in time to guard a strike from another Zombie. This one was slightly taller than me and is covered from head to toe in iron armor. It groand as it tried to overpower me. I jump back, nearly losing an arm. After rolling out of the way a few times, I was right behind him. I ran up its back and stabbed my sword through its neck. It died, only leaving behind an iron helmet.

"Aaand to the victor, goes the spoils... Anyone else after my head?!" I look around. Not a single pair of eyes. The forest fell silent. "...I thought not." Maybe it was the time spent in this world, but my attitude has changed considerably. These mobs don't scare me anymore. They're easy to predict, and with my skill they can hardly touch me!

It was time to treat my wounds. I ripped out the arrowhead, grunting a little from the pain. Then I wrap it in bandaging. Then I put on the iron helmet. It became proper size, fitting to the shape of my head. After stabbing the head of an NPC corpse, I resume my travel, now more eager. That body was a Villager; that means I'm close. I found sunlight waiting for me on the other side of the forest. But that wasn't the only thing: There was an open plane, and stacks of logs arranged to act as a sort of fence. It's a village...

(Finally! I can find some answers!) I carelessly ran towards what I thought would be hope. On the other side, what were happy expressions of Villagers became serious glances directed towards me once I stepped foot on that gravel path. They started off looking fearful, turning more hostile as I headed in deeper.

"Is that really...?"

"Get inside and lock your doors!"

"It's just the one. Somebody summon the Iron Golems!" There were heavy thuds coming from the ground. A shadow casted over me. I turned around carrying the sword over my shoulder. Two large, metal creatures blocked the sun. ...Ah. Iron Golems. I get it...

"Aww, hell n—!" I roll out of the way to avoid a blocky fist swinging like a hammer. A block of gravel was reduced to a piece of flint.

"Take this!" I threw the stone sword at a Golem's head.

*Clunk!* It broke on impact, but it succeeded in stalling for time. The one fell back onto the other. Seeing as I can't win this, I ran further into the village. There were a pair of Villagers clad in armor. They had a dark grey/blue checkered-pattern. Each carried a pike. These were Knights.

"Over there!" One points. I went the other way, now being pursued by these guys.

(What do they want from me?!) I could hear the thudding again. The Iron Golems were running trying to catch up. Ahead was an alley with iron bars for a fence. I threw myself over, and had enough space to slide under the second one.

"He's getting away!"

"Ha-ha! See ya suckers!" I happily waved to the nice men before running again. At least, that was what I was planning to do. On the other side of a fountain was an impressive stone brick structure. The left side had a window shaped like a cross. The right had an oval-shaped on. In the center were three lines going straight down. The building carried this oppressive feeling with it. As I took a step forward, I froze. Someone drew the string to their bow.

"Not another step, fiend!" The Archer crept closer, his hand still on the string. "I will not let you harm the Chief!"

"Who?"

"Quiet! Hands where I can see them!" I complied. When he was close enough he threw the bow and wrestled me to the gravel.

"Hey! What the hell?! Don't I have rights?!" He sawked the back of my head.

"The only right you get is a swift death!" He gets out this metal wire to bind my wrists together.

"Death?!" I headbutt the Archer and hop to my feet. I deliver a roundhouse kick, knocking him to the pavement. When I turned the corner, I stopped. Four Archers and seven Knights were waiting. One of the Iron Golems just caught up. Leading this group from the back was a Villager in a red tunic, clad in the same armor as the Knights.

"This charade has gone long enough, monster! Surrender now and we may be so kind as to give you prison!" My hands balled up into fists.

"No...!" I stepped forward. "I demand the right to a fair trial!" An arrow grazed my cheek. There was a moment of silence before the boss in red started laughing.

"...Gaha-gahahaha! So these creatures really DO have a sense of humor! ...And on what grounds do you demand trail?"

"Your men chased me without first informing me of my charges. And now I'm being detained without so much as a warrant? Surely you have laws that prevent this! Under the Act of Habeas Corpus, I demand to be brought before whoever is in charge, so that I may make my appeal!"

"Is this supposed to be another joke?"

"..." I remained silent. My gaze never left his. He dropped that playful expression when he sees I'm not kidding around.

"What shall we do, Captain Barthello?" A Knight asks.

"This has never happened before. Should we kill him?"

"No...I like this lad... Take him to holding!"

"Sir!" They all respond. They grab me by the arms. I don't resist this time.

"You win, lad. Come along quietly and wait until preparations have been made..."

\Later...\

"This can't get any worse..." I sarcastically remark. There was a noose around my neck, attached to an iron bar. My hands were tied together, still bound with the same metal string, so I can't free myself. Of course it can get worse! This is humiliating! From what I know, this is some sort of trial being held for me. On the second floor were four small boxes *Those fancy private areas in theaters?* filled with people. A Villager in a green robe sat behind a tall desk.

"For centuries, these mobs have slaughtered us to nourish themselves, and still continue to do so today. Our towns are so few and little. We hardly have the means to protect ourselves. They can just waltz in here and exterminate us at any moment! But now...we have a bargaining chip! A PRINCE from one of the 12 Hostile Kingdoms has fallen into our lap!" They started cheering from above.

"You there, boy—what Mob Kingdom are you of blood?!"

"My name is MG, and I am heir to no kingdom." I answer truthfully.

"Do not lie to me! You are clearly not a Cubehuman; therefore, you must be a mob!"

"But I'm not!" Two Knights put swords to my neck. I was not allowed to speak, unless asked a question.

"I will ask again: to what kingdom...are you from?"

"None! I plead human!"

"Clearly the boy is lying..." Someone answers from the right box.

"And yet he wishes to appeal? Ridiculous! Why must we waste our time with this?!"

"Well I find it amusing; a mob disguised as man tries to act like man. What a good joke. Let us humor the creature in its final hour..." The rest of the voices came from the left.

"The only judgement this creature will receive is divine judgement!"

"Let Notch decide his fate in the afterlife!"

"Enough!" He settled them with a bang of his hammer. "This is a place of order, not a place for petty comments. Proceed with the trail!"

"As I was saying, I am not a mob. I'm a human from another world."

"Lies! A human hasn't appeared in over a thousand years!"

"And do you have any proof?!" I ask him. He remained silent.

"Even if he cannot prove this, what about you? Can you prove that you are what you say you are?"

"What kinda question is that?!"

"Look in a mirror lately? Humans do not have red eyes."

"What...? No... That can't be right!"

"Silence!" A Knight put his blade in front of my face. My reflection said otherwise. I watched them turn from red to yellow. I was paralyzed with fear. "That's right. Take a good, long look..."

"Do you have any evidence that tells us otherwise?" I take a moment to pick my words carefully.

"I... No...I don't. I came to this world with amnesia. The memories of my previous life are gone."

"Is this true?" I didn't answer back. Only kept my head to the floor.

"This is the first time I'm seeing my reflection... This is news to me as well..."

"Then let us return to the incident at hand for evidence." He read from a paper. It was my written statement. "Early this morning, only you arrived. Upon which, our Iron Golems were activated. Is this true?"

"Yes."

"After breaking your sword in what you proclaim was self-defense, you fled. To which our guards gave chase. When one of our Archers grabbed you, you resisted. Correct?"

"Because he said—!"

"Just yes or no?"

"...Yes."

"When our Captain cornered you, you claimed this was an invasion of your rights and demanded to be brought before the court. Is this really all the information you posses?"

"That's everything." I sigh.

"Young man, this does not give us enough information to go on..." The same voice from the right told me. The next came from a woman to the left. She sounded rather calm.

"Think back to before. For what purpose did you come to our village?"

"Don't tell us you two are planning to defend this monster!" Someone shouted from the right.

"I am not taking sides. I only want the truth to prevail."

"From his testimony, we can say he hasn't harmed a single Villager, with the exception of slightly-damaged Golem. Does anyone not find this strange?" They all started murmuring.

"And he invoked Habeas Corpus. Rather civilized for a mob, wouldn't you agree?"

"Objection! The law protects the rights of citizens, not the mobs!"

"Perhaps this is all a ruse... The boy wants to be in the heart of this village for when the attack begins!"

"But from his testament, we know he was alone." The woman argued. He started speaking gibberish, pressured to think of an excuse.

"Because he is a recon unit! We're lucky to have detained him before he could escape and tell his comrades!"

"Silence!" The Chief in green commanded. He leaned over and looked me in the eyes. "How about telling us why you came here? Surely you know that much."

"I...wanted information—about this place, about this world..."

"And what were you planning to do with that knowledge?"

"I dunno. I would decide that for myself..."

"He truly knows nothing!"

"Nevertheless, he is still a mob. No matter how intelligent he may be."

"That is right! We hold proof!" They started murmuring.

"Oh? Then perhaps you should have presented it earlier."

"Present the corpse!" The double-doors behind me were kicked open. A Knight dragged the body of a dead Villager in front of me. The body was already decomposing. There were flies all over, and his body smelt terrible.

"This is the body of one Franz Brewer: Father of two and owner of the only brewing shop in our village. As you can see, there are chunks of his flesh missing and what appear to be teeth marks." They continued to murmur until one jumped to a conclusion.

"This monster killed him and ate his flesh!" Nearly all of them agreed. I had just about all I could stomach with this smell.

"What?! No! When I found him, Zombies were already eating him. After killing them, I made sure he couldn't come back as one! Ugh..."

"I believe there is some truth to that statement. The gash on its head appears to be a stab wound.

"Your story would make sense, if for the fact that we can't tell which wound came first."

"Have you any proof which came last?"

"I..." I started to get naxious. "I..." I spat up my breakfast. It was just small chunks of a porkchop.

"Behold! Evidence!"

"No...!" I threw up again. My voice sounded like that of an old man. After recovering for a moment, I explain. "Pig! It's just Pig...! That stench is rancid...!"

"Get this body out of here, and fetch him some water! Otherwise, we'll just be here all day..." They poured the water down my throat degradingly. The floor was wiped clear of my mess as well.

"Now, let us resume. You had proof that it was Zombie that killed Mr. Brewer, correct?"

"Yes. In my bag."

"In your bag?"

"My things were confiscated. Along with my bag should be an iron helmet that I obtained just recently from the Zombie responsible."

"Present this item!" A Villager came from a door on my right. He stared at me before, before handing him my helmet. The Chief inspected it.

"Hmm... This is in fairly new condition." Part of the council was in an uproar.

"You can't be serious!"

"You've seen the body yourself! How can you deny the evidence against him?!"

"Are you going to take the side of this 'thing' instead of your own kind?!"

"Enough!" He silenced them. "We can say with certainty this belonged to a Zombie. The smell is proof enough." I heard someone sigh.

"A mob that eats animals. How quaint."

"I told you I'm not a mob!" I argue back.

"Notch, this is going to be difficult..." There it is again—that name, Notch. The Chief notices my curiosity.

"...Young man, do you have any idea who Notch is?" I shook no. The left side was in an uproar.

"That pushes it! He must be a worshiper of his corrupt brother!"

"How can anyone not know Notch?! Only a mob wouldn't, that's how!"

"Enough! There will be order in this house!" He broke the hammer on the table trying to settle them all.

*Sigh* "We do not have time for this! Religion aside, we must figure out what to do with him!"

"Isn't it obvious? He should be killed!"

"No! We lose him, then he will clearly come back with an army to exact his revenge. He already knows our location, so we can't release him either."

"Are you idiots serious?!" I lunged as far as I could with this noose. I was halted with swords against my throat. "Get this through your thick-ass skulls: I. AM. NOT. A MOB." He looked me in the eyes. I shot back the same look.

"...Put him in the dungeon. From there, we will debate our next course of action."

"Are you guys fucking insa—?!" I was hit with the hilt in the back of the head. Everything went black. They dragged my unconscious body across town. When I came to, I was behind bars. The walls were made of stone brick. I had no tools, no armor—nothing. How I'm going to break out of here, I don't know...

Hey guys, hope you all liked this chapter. This is my concept on Villagers just to entertain you people.

Villager Notes

Like the Farmer, Librarian, Priest, Blacksmith, and Butcher, there are going to be some new types:

—The unused green robe will represent the Chief or King to any village.

—The ones in iron armor with blue robes are known as Knights. Capable of wielding a sword, shield, axe, or spear.

—Red robes with fancier designs are Captains. They are capable of holding any weapon with great skill. They are also fully equipped with steel armor, wearing the crest of their kingdom/village with pride.

—Ones in leather armor with a bow are known as Archers. They protect the village and often hunt.

Bandaging

Does this one even need explaining? It helps treat wounds!

1.) 1 block of wool surrounded by 4 pieces of paper in a cross-shape pattern creates 3x bandages.

—For personalization, the color bandages can be dyed.

—For a speedy recovering, the bandaging can be dabbed with a Potion of Regeneration, absorbing its healing properties.