The fisherman snapped his eyes open. A wave of indescribably stench slammed straight into his nose, nearly knocking him out again.
Enduring the smell, he forced himself upright. His entire body felt like it had been torn apart—especially his face, which burned hotly. When he touched it, a sharp jolt of agony shot through him.
"Where… am I?" he muttered groggily, glancing around. His last memory was Ian dragging him out of the ocean.
The stench grew stronger—so strong he thought he'd pass out. Gritting his teeth, he searched for the source.
Then he froze in terror.
He was trapped inside a house made entirely of "Chocolate".
The walls were "Chocolate".
The floor was "Chocolate".
The tables, chairs, and even the bed—"Chocolate" from top to bottom.
"Ugh—!" He couldn't hold it in anymore. His stomach churned violently. Fear, disgust, and fury all surged at once.
"Which bastard locked me in here?! Let me out!" he screamed.
No one answered. After a while, he tried again with what he considered "generous persuasion."
"If you let me out, I might graciously accept you as my servant!"
Still no response.
He began pounding on the walls like a madman, trying to break through. But despite looking disgusting, the "Chocolate" walls were shockingly sturdy.
Even after exhausting himself, all he managed to do was chip off a few crumbs.
"Damn it!" He clawed, kicked, and even rammed his head against the walls—like a trapped beast thrashing in a cage.
Time passed. His strength faded. And then he saw it—beneath the outer layer of Chocolate, the entire structure was reinforced with an impenetrable layer of obsidian.
"No…"
He collapsed to the floor, utterly broken.
…
Earlier, Ian and Zeke were happily discussing how to "entertain" the fisherman.
"How about tossing him into a goblin cave? Let the goblins 'take care' of him," Zeke suggested.
"No, that's too kind." Ian shook his head. "What if we throw him into a zombie world? Let him feel what it's like being chased and bitten."
"Not bad… but still not satisfying enough." Zeke rubbed his chin.
"I've got it!" Ian's eyes lit up as he pulled a "Chocolate" block from his Inventory. "Let's build him a little Chocolate house. Let him enjoy it properly."
"Brilliant!" Zeke instantly understood. The two clapped their hands together and cackled.
After handling the fisherman, they continued their Terraria exploration in high spirits.
Ian replaced his Slime Staff with a Hornet Staff, boosting his summons' damage and mobility. Zeke, still refusing to drink more milk, stuck to his current weapon for now.
Riding their giant wasp mounts, they flew through the skies.
Suddenly, they spotted a camp below—under attack.
Inside, the Dryad, Arms Dealer, Princess, and others were fighting desperately against endless waves of monsters.
"Zeke, rescue time!" Ian shouted, commanding his swarm of wasps to dive.
"On it!" Zeke urged his wasp mount downward alongside the Slime army.
The wasps buzzed fiercely, firing poisonous stingers at the monsters. The slimes leapt in and smashed whatever they landed on.
Within moments, the battlefield was cleared.
The rescued NPCs thanked Ian and Zeke profusely.
"What happened here?" Ian asked.
"Until a few days ago, everything was normal," the Dryad said shakily. "There were monsters, but nothing overwhelming. Then suddenly their numbers exploded. Even working together, we can barely defend ourselves."
Ian and Zeke exchanged awkward looks. They already knew—Zeke arriving in this world had altered Terraria's mechanics.
But the Dryad and the others thought it was due to the Wall of Flesh acting up, so they begged Ian and Zeke to defeat it.
"No problem. Leave it to us," Ian agreed.
To keep them safe, Ian teleported the NPCs back to Minecraft, picking up the Guide along the way.
"I can't leave yet," the Guide warned. "Remember—when I die or leave this world, the Wall of Flesh will appear."
Ian sent the Dryad's group to Minecraft, leaving Chloe and Miss Witch Anna to care for them. Then he teleported with Zeke and the Guide into the Underworld.
"Zeke, your turn to shine," Ian said, swapping to the Imp Staff.
Zeke, not wanting to drag Ian down, reluctantly gulped down a few mouthfuls of milk and began summoning imps.
Thankfully, the Dryad had provided mana crystals and powerful mana potions.
After Ian converted them, Zeke's mana capacity soared and his recovery speed skyrocketed—though the milk aroma around him intensified.
Once he had summoned more than thirty thousand imps, Zeke collapsed on the ground, lifeless, milk dribbling from his mouth.
When preparations were complete, Ian, Zeke, and the Guide reached the Underworld.
Endless lava seas and black islands filled the scorching landscape. Sulfur, ash, and hostile monsters drifted everywhere.
After building a platform, Ian sent the Guide back to Minecraft.
The instant the Guide vanished, the lava began boiling. Blood rain poured from above. Monsters fled in panic.
In the swirling mix of sulfur vapor and blood mist, a colossal wall of flesh assembled itself from countless corpses.
Hundreds of crimson eyes snapped open at once, radiating mind-warping psychic pressure.
Scarlet limbs and tendrils rose from the magma, grasping forward. Enormous eyes bulged from the wall's surface. Then massive bloody mouths tore open, unleashing earth-shaking roars.
Zeke felt a nauseating dizziness—like his brain was being churned.
Ian noticed instantly and force-fed him a bucket of milk.(T/N: Ehm…)
Milk leaking from the corners of his mouth, Zeke regained clarity.
"W-what… what is that thing?!" he stammered.
"That's the Wall of Flesh," Ian said grimly. "Stand behind me."
Ian himself didn't feel threatened, but Zeke clearly had. Combined with the horrifying appearance and lore of the creature, Ian abandoned any trace of carelessness.
He stepped forward.
The moment Ian drew his weapon, sixty-five thousand imps shot forward like arrows, blotting out the sky. They circled overhead and rained fiery projectiles onto the wall.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Explosions shook the Underworld. Flesh splattered. Tendrils snapped. Eyes burst one after another.
The Wall of Flesh wailed—but the barrage smothered its cries.
After several devastating volleys, the monstrous wall collapsed entirely into a heap of rotten sludge.
Ancient spirits of Light and Dark burst free, scattering across the world.
Ian just stared blankly. A moment ago he had been prepared for a life-and-death battle.
"Bro… you look terrifying, the effects were insane, and yet your actual strength was this pathetic?"