When the square sun lit up the Ice Spike Plains once more, the "massacre" that had gone on all night finally came to an end.
Ice Empress was panting heavily. The character she controlled stood in the middle of the snowfield, the stone sword in her hand nearly depleted of durability before crumbling into scraps.
Gunpowder, rotten flesh, and spider eyes were scattered everywhere around her feet.
"Phew... That felt great!"
Inside the internet café, Ice Empress stretched with satisfaction, her impressive curves immediately outlined by the gaming chair.
The frustration of having her house blown up by a Creeper last night had finally been completely vented through this night of one-sided slaughter.
"Still, fighting monsters is fun, but we need to rebuild our house."
Snow Empress walked over with a cup of hot milk.
In the game, she was sitting quietly on the village steps. The black-and-white stray cat with a red collar lay obediently in her lap, purring away.
"Then we'll rebuild it!" Ice Empress waved her hand grandly. "With this cat around this time, let's see which blind Green Cucumber still dares come looking for death! Come on, Xue'er, let's go shovel snow and build a house!"
"No, Bing'er."
Snow Empress shook her head. Her sky-blue eyes seemed to hold an obsession with perfection. "A snow house is only a temporary solution, after all. We are the rulers of the Far North. If we're building something, it has to be a true, crystal-clear ice palace."
"But didn't the boss say we need an enchantment called Silk Touch to mine ice blocks? We don't even know what an Enchanting Table looks like." Ice Empress scratched her head, troubled.
"We don't have an Enchanting Table, but..."
Snow Empress smiled faintly and clicked on a square villager dressed in a