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THE CRUEL COMPETITIVE FLAME
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The darkness was absolute.Not the cool,empty dark of the Overworld night, but a hot,suffocating,crimson-tinged blackness that pressed in from all sides. The box was precisely 2 meters by 1 meter by 1 meter. A perfect, inescapable prison.
Across the impossibly small space, Flame said nothing. He could feel the heat radiating from Wemmbu’s netherite armor,could hear the faint, shaky breath the other man was trying to control.
A soft, glowing script appeared on the wall they were both facing,the only source of light:
ESCAPE CONDITION:ONTERCOURSE.
Wemmbu let out a sharp, disgusted laugh.
Flame remained silent,his mind racing. He could feel the subtle tremors running through the metal box. it wasn't stable. They were running out of time.
This is pathetic The universe’s idea of a joke. There is no scenario,in this timeline or any other, where I would ever—”
Flame’s voice was low, but it cut through the babble like a diamond sword through netherrack. It wasn’t loud it was final.
Wemmbu blinked in the faint glow of the text.
The sheer, stark practicality of it was a bucket of cold water.
Wemmbu’s ego, a fortress built on trash talk and victory screenshots,suddenly found itself under siege by the simple,unassailable logic of survival.
Flame took a breath ,the air hot and stale.He made a decision. It wasn't about desire. it was about physics. it was about getting out.
This is humiliating,Wemmbu’s voice echoed, tight with a familiar, grating arrogance.
Trapped like a common mob. And with you.
Across the impossibly small space, Flame said nothing. He could feel the heat radiating from Wemmbu’s netherite armor,could hear the faint, shaky breath the other man was trying to control.
A soft, glowing script appeared on the wall they were both facing,the only source of light:
ESCAPE CONDITION:ONTERCOURSE.
Wemmbu let out a sharp, disgusted laugh.
Intercourse? What is this, a bad romance novel? I’d rather respawn in the middle of a lava ocean I'd rather have my hardcore world deleted i would literally rather die.
Flame remained silent,his mind racing. He could feel the subtle tremors running through the metal box. it wasn't stable. They were running out of time.
I mean,look at you,Wemmbu continued, his voice a weapon,aiming to wound because he was scared."My rival.
This is pathetic The universe’s idea of a joke. There is no scenario,in this timeline or any other, where I would ever—”
Shut up,Wemmbu.
Flame’s voice was low, but it cut through the babble like a diamond sword through netherrack. It wasn’t loud it was final.
Wemmbu blinked in the faint glow of the text.
Excuse me?
I said,shut up,Flame repeated, his tone flat.
Your whining isn’t helping We either do this, or we die here. Permanently. I don’t know about you,but I have builds to finish.
The sheer, stark practicality of it was a bucket of cold water.
Wemmbu’s ego, a fortress built on trash talk and victory screenshots,suddenly found itself under siege by the simple,unassailable logic of survival.
Flame took a breath ,the air hot and stale.He made a decision. It wasn't about desire. it was about physics. it was about getting out.