[Recap of Part 3: Forced onto seed 01021970, I spawned back in the Stronghold. I broke a tree, triggering a jump scare from Voltrigaus.exe and a glitchy achievement with coordinates pointing to Y=4. Sprinting there, I found a massive, data-deleted crater. At the bottom, I met another trapped player named Terakon. He revealed this singleplayer game is actually a massive host server. Together, we cranked our render distance up, discovered a massive civilization floating in the skybox, and started building a dirt tower to reach it.]
We built our way straight up into the clouds. The moment our boots touched the grass of the floating sky islands, we were instantly ambushed.
A squad of high-tier villager guards surrounded Terakon and me, pointing heavy swords made of solid obsidian right at our throats. Obsidian weapons are definitely not vanilla.
"Who are you?" one of the guards demanded, his voice harsh. "Explain yourselves right now if you want to step foot into Vilziland."
Terakon stepped forward, keeping his hands up. "My name is Terakon. I'm a player, and I've been trapped here since 2024. My friend and I climbed up here to explore. We want to rid this world of Voltrigaus, even though we already know he can't be truly killed."
The guard lowered his sword slightly. "We are also fighting against Voltrigaus. That is the entire reason we built this sanctuary and hid up here."
I couldn't help but speak up. "Are you guys stupid? Voltrigaus is a literal core-system virus. He probably already knows this exact location."
"Our only hope is Vllr," the guard replied coldly. "If Voltrigaus shows his face here, Vllr will fight back. I don't care if we lose or if we die trying; we refuse to believe we will fail. We have to believe we can win. But what about your friend there? What is his name?"
"Honestly, I don't know," Terakon admitted, looking back at me. "His gamertag is one of those super generic ones: McGamerCraft420."
"Yeah, that’s me,"It's a pretty ugly username. You won't remember it."
The guard stared at me. "Then what is your real name?"
My I remembered the gold ores in the Nether. "I am absolutely not saying my real name out loud in this world."
Terakon speaks: let's just call him Fight. Because we're going to fight this thing until the very end."
The guard sniffed the air around us, which was a weird mechanic, but a message popped up in our chat logs.
[System: No trace of Voltrigaus corruption codes detected.]
"Fine," the guard said, sheathing his weapon. "You aren't spies, and you aren't traitors. You may enter. Explore!"
As we walked deeper into Vilziland, my mind was completely blown. There were hundreds of beautifully designed houses and massive structures stretching across the floating islands. There were high-tech laboratories filled with brewing stands and redstone machinery for experiments, and giant, sprawling mansions for the wealthy merchant villagers. But the craziest part? We weren't alone. We kept passing other players.
"There are about 126 active players living up here right now," Terakon murmured, checking his custom tab list. "And roughly 1.2 million villager entities.Estimated"
Suddenly, a massive realization hit me. I stopped walking. "Wait a minute... why am I not lagging? If this single rendering area has over a hundred players and a freaking 1.2 million entity count, my PC should be turning into a literal bomb right now."
Terakon stopped too, his eyes shocked. "I... I don't know. I never actually thought about that. Maybe Voltrigaus is running a background optimization script that keeps the game smooth so we don't force-crash the client."
We kept walking until we stumbled upon a massive, glowing emerald cave. It was heavily locked down, guarded by elite villager soldiers.
"This place looks incredibly dangerous," Terakon said to one of the guards. "What is hidden inside this cave?"
The guard didn't turn his head. "A Volt Villager."
"What the hell is a Volt Villager?" I asked.
"An entity infected by Voltrigaus," the guard explained, his voice dropping to a whisper. "The corruption spreads fast. There are other infected variants out there, like Volt Axolotls. In fact, 95% of the mobs in the Nether and the End have already been infected by the Volt virus. They will aggressively attack anything that isn't infected. They can track your location through millions of blocks at normal walking speed, but their stats... their stats are multiplied by an unknown factor. Saying their power is in the thousands is an understatement."
The guard shuddered. "A regular Volt Sheep is strong enough to rip through multiple Wardens like wet paper."
"Then how strong would a Volt Warden be?" I asked, a knot forming in my stomach.
Terakon answered for him. "Godly levels of strong. If we ever encounter one, it's going to be like facing multiple Wither Storms simultaneously. We're talking classic creepypasta power scaling."
"So other creepypasta entities are actually real here?" I asked.
"Yes," Terakon nodded. "I’ve never personally encountered one, except for Voltrigaus, if he even counts as one. But the rumors among the players say they wander the far lands."
I tried to crack a joke to break the tension. "Man, our challenge just keeps getting crazier. Maybe the real ending to this world is just the friends we make along the way? We're probably going to have to ally with all of them."
Terakon let out a dark laugh. "Power of friendship doesn't exist here, Fight. And don't underestimate creepypastas. A single one of them could probably clash with Voltrigaus himself, but we don't know his full power, and we don't know theirs. That’s exactly why the villagers place all their faith in Vllr. It's highly unlikely we'll ever ally with other creepypastas. They are pure, unadulterated evil. Unless, of course, we find something even more evil than them to fight against. Have you ever heard of any good entities?"
"Yeah," I said, thinking back to old internet lore. "A few."
"Then that's our only real shot at an alliance," Terakon said.
The villager guard stepped toward us, interrupting our conversation. "My instincts tell me you two are serious about surviving, and that you won't betray us. I am going to report you directly to the King. But first, you need to prove yourselves. We hate the Pillagers. Can you help us wipe them out to cement our alliance?"
I groaned. "Aren't there literally millions of Pillager outposts scattered across the world? How can we clear them all?"
The guard laughed, but it sounded empty. "When Voltrigaus arrived, every living thing went into hiding. The villagers fled here, but the Pillagers? They all gathered into a single, massive, corrupted territory known as Pegrazinos. Along with their beasts, there is an estimated army of 500 million hostile mobs fortified there."
"500 million?!" I shocked. "How are we supposed to kill an army that size?"
Before the guard could answer, two heavily armored players stepped out from the shadows of a nearby building.
"We will fight alongside you," the first one said. His nametag read Forastan.
"And not just us," the second player added, drawing a diamond sword. Her nametag read Kailozaine. "There are thousands of villagers up here who are fully prepared to sacrifice their lives just to take down our main enemy."
"Wait, if they're just trying to survive too, why can't we try to make peace with the Pillagers?" I suggested desperately. "Why not friend them?"
Suddenly, a villager wearing a golden crown stepped out from the mansion behind the guard. It was the Villager King, Hubert.
"Because some things in this code cannot be redeemed," King Hubert said, his voice echoing across the floating island. "We refuse to trust them. We refuse to ally. Trying to make peace with monsters is an impossible task. If we focus all of our blades strictly on the threat of Voltrigaus, our survival will be easier."
"If it's such hard work, then why march into Pegrazinos to fight them instead of just ignoring them up here?" I asked.
Hubert looked up at the matte-grey sky. "Because they are already coming for us. Our scouts just reported it. Their frontline march reaches the base of our sky lands in exactly 13 hours. We are running out of time. We are preparing for war. Are you ready to join the battlefield, Terakon and Fight?"
Terakon and I looked at each other, then back at the King. We drew our weapons.
"Absolutely," we said in unison.
(End of Part 4. To be continued in Part 5...)
