Minecrafting in the world of Terraria as the Beheaded (Rewrite)

Tree Note: It's come to my attention that you may not know how our MC's head works.

During the interaction with Death it was revealed that he could change his heads at will from one made of fire (The head of the Dead cells protagonist)

And one actually made of skin (The fanfic protagonists head.)

There of course are some more heads, but they will be talked about later when they're more important.

Peace!

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"So where are this guys drops?"

Searching the corpse in front of me I belatedly remembered that all of the drops usually get swept into my inventory in the instant I killed the enemy.

And although I don't completely understand the logistics of it, I just chalked it up to something that the damned God of Games had thought up to make my life easier.

Although I appreciated that fact, I won't be forgetting that soul melding anytime soon.

Yes I'm petty.

Opening the inventory, the greyish white screen revealed a few things.

"Rotten Flesh as expected as a zombie, Iron... Probably from the armor, and... a rune?"

Pausing as I perused the inventory that had the new additions to them I instantly threw out the rotten flesh once more with familiar movements, placed the iron in a corner before focusing on the item.

"A rune huh...?"

"I have no fucking clue what that is." Scratching my human chin despite not having gotten over the fact that I could remove my head anytime I wanted, I stared at it.

'...Unless I suddenly gain eye powers I should actually just read the description.'

Touching its icon which resembled a glowing hand inscribed on a stone, I read the description that had popped up.

[Blaze Rune]

[This Permanents Rune lets you charge items with energy.]

'Straight to the point I see.'

Taking it out of the inventory, it was the same as the icon in the inventory albeit a lot less pixelized as I carried the apple sized rune in my hand.

"Now how the hell am I to use this?" 

Looking at it all over I for sure wasn't supposed to break it in my hands as the moment I tried to do so a repulsive force came out of it near instantly.

And although I could probably break it if I put some more effort into doing so, it just wasn't worth the effort, and I doubted that the results would be as I wanted anyways.

Even the process of dripping blood onto it didn't work as it was now just a blood stained rune with a glowing hand inscribed on it.

'...Let's just figure this out later and instead just try to solve the mysteries of this island before we all get sent to damnation in the sea of time.'

Placing it back into the inventory where I had found it, something else caught my eye.

'...When the hell did you get there?'

Staring at the brand new cell counter that I had received from the collector, I noted that it had the numbers 78 from its initial 0.

In other words, if what the collector had said was correct, then killing the undead people infected by the malaise proliferating wildly across the island provided cells, and the fight I just had with this armor wearing duel wielding zombie bastard had given me 78 of them.

Kicking its head like a football and instantly regretting it when it collided against a hanging cage, the cages chain instantly broke causing the entire thing to come plummeting to the ground.

And if there was one thing that I had learnt from my days as a chaotic youth, it was that the unexpected always make the loudest noise.

Instinctively flinching at the sound that would've instantly gotten my mother next to me like death themself holding the dreaded chancla in their hands, I accidentally touched the icon containing the so called Cells.

And oh am I glad that I did it.

A miniature blue orb manifesting instantly atop my palms, the cells that had initially been stored as a number in my inventory went down by one.

"...What a curious thing."

Looking at it all over, the orb was perfectly circular.

Like unnaturally so.

No curves or bumps on its surface, the only deformations that occured on the thin skin layer covering the blue core were the ones that came from my finger gripping it, and even then, the moment I moved my fingers away they returned to their previous shape with surprising elasticity.

And honestly speaking?

Seeing this weird blue ball in front of my face I couldn't help but think, using a combination of logic and recent memories I just had a thought.

'Why the hell not?'

It certainly didn't hurt to try.

Taking the Blaze rune out of my inventory, the moment that I did the blue cell finally showed signs of deformation, edging towards the rune in my hand that also finally reacted.

Heating up in my hands I let go of the cell which instantly darted to the rune.

Colliding against its spiky stone surface, the heated rune in my hand instantly was swallowed by the blue cells, absorbing it in all of its entirety.

Staring with anticipation, the rune glowed briefly and heated up in my hand before...

Doing nothing else.

'...How anticlimactic.'

But where one had failed, maybe all of it shall succeed?

Bringing out a clump of other cells from my inventory, they instantly began rolling towards the rune.

And with it, the rune finally reacted violently.

Blazing orange in my hands, all of the cells were sucked into the hand like insignia carved on its surface.

Resembling the center of a maelstrom, heat was transferred into my hand to the point that it burned.

Flinching at the sudden burn covering my skin, I nevertheless held it in my palms, withstanding the burns.

It certainly hurt more than the time he experienced his past future and present all at once, but in terms of how badly it affected he would have to rank the burning sensation way below many others.

To note, yes, the time squishing soul thing was first and there was no doubts about that.

But back to the rune.

Glowing orange, the very instant that it had absorbed fourty nine of the cells I had brought out of the vial that the collector had lent to me, a large flaming hand suddenly appeared in the air above the rune.

Air rippling from the heat that it emanated, the hand instantly fell onto me, slamming onto my body.

But instead of burning my whole body like its appearance had suggested it would, the burning sensations that had been centered solely around the rune just spread to the rest of my hand.

And through some sort of mystical connection, my other hand not touching the rune instantly began to burn up as well.

Falling to my knees, sweat beaded my forehead as I grit my teeth not noticing that the rune manifesting the burns had already disappeared.

Feeling as if hundreds of fire ants were carving at my bones and gnawing at my flesh, they drilled themselves around my hands and made their presence spectacularly known as a pain I was distinctly familiar with suddenly appeared.

Cold sweat instantly drenching my back as my soul seemed to burn up, I felt my mind tremble as flames seemed to manifest even there, doing something to the mental image of my hands, performing things that I was sincerely not prepared for.

And to be honest, who the hell would be prepared for a giant flaming slapping down at them so that it could burn the hands of the body, mind and soul?

Not me that's who.

Eyes flickering with the light of the damned as I instantly cursed the God of fun, the pain seemed to ebb away as I was left sweating profusely on the ground.

"Fun damn that hurts!"

Cursing the name of God, I slammed my fist into the ground and tried to push myself off of the ground only to fail miserably in my attempt to remove the pain with an even greater pain.

'?'

Tilting my head, I face planted onto the earth, luckily it was dirt otherwise I may have had to sport empty holes in my mouth for as long as my teeth took to heal.

And tell me if I was wrong, but I don't think teeth grow after the milk teeth grew out.

Not that I expected an answer when I'm literally by myself.

'Why ask yourself questions that you don't even know to the answer to Slade?' Chiding myself, I looked for the source of the incredibly self aware thought.

And honestly speaking? After seeing reading the runes description, seeing what that guy did with his heated blades and seeing the flaming hand, I should've connected the thoughts sooner.

Glowing bright orange, these hands of mine sunk deep into the dirt which was the initial reason of why I fell flat on my face in the first place.

You couldn't really get up when the thing that was aiding you in the first was what led to your quite literal downfall.

'...But how am I supposed to even get up like this?'

Glowing hands not stopping their orange glow, everytime I tried to move them, with a resistance akin to clay, the dirt melted and gave way.

I could definitely get up, but it would take some more effort than I was used to.

'Learning how to climb out of a pit of clay has never helped better.'

Quickly pushing before the clay could give way, I slowly climbed up bit by bit, supporting myself with my abs and legs, digging into the dirty ground not touched by the blazing hands.

However, halfway through this attempt at escaping the ground trying to swallow my hands up, the soft clay like resistance suddenly hardened and solid enough for me to push off of.

'?'

Crawling out of the self made pit consisting of two arm width holes, I stared at my hands that had lost their glowing sheen.

Covered in batches of dirt, I dusted them off and began to unravel my bandages to reveal the skin underneath.

Half expecting their to be burns after experiencing that soul and mind burn, I instead was greeted with the sight of flame like markings covering the portion of my arms that were initially hidden underneath the bandages.

And since the bandages covered up my hands to my elbows, it was as if I had suddenly been assaulted when I was asleep and granted a tattoo I never wanted.

And unlike the ones granted to me in my sleep, these ones were a lot more permanent, the mind and soul burning could attest to that.

'...Ok that's cool and all, but how the hell am I even supposed to use this?'

Blankly staring at my arms I instinctively felt like punching something that was preferably alive and/ or dead before widening my eyes at the sight of my arms now glowing the same hue as the heated weapons the dead guy wore.

'...' Smiling to myself, I flexed my hands, covering my arms in the magically defying bandages and prepared to perform another series of tests on the non living inhabitants of this island.

They may protest with violence, but you only needed to greet their violence with an even greater violence before they understood.

Or they didn't understand, but who cares? They're dead! And besides, seeing as most of the undead were mutants, they certainly accepted being the experimental subjects of some sort of mad scientist figures experiment gone wrong.

And if they agreed to that experiment despite knowing the risks, surely they would agree to mine despite that 99% mortality rate right?

Walking forwards with brisk steps, I cracked my neck and began to run into the forest for the nearest group of four that I could find.

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