Strange laughter echoed through the deep, dark upper reaches of the Nether, loud and chilling.
Yang Bo narrowed his eyes at the figures racing toward him in the distance and immediately destroyed the Portal.
If even one of them gets out, things are going to get really interesting...
Yes, there was not just one Joker, but a whole crowd of them.
A rough count put their number at over a dozen.
"You finally came back..."
The voice sounded as though it came from an abyss, laced with barely restrained madness.
But the next instant, with a wet squelch, the Red Matter Katar pierced the speaker's chest.
Yang Bo tossed Joker to the ground in disdain, then curled his lip at the remaining Jokers. "Who do you think you're showing off to? Haven't had enough mushrooms yet?"
At the mention of mushrooms, even Joker's white makeup could not hide the green tinge creeping over his face.
Do you have any idea how he's spent this past year?
Brown mushrooms... red mushrooms...
If he ate, he lived. If he refused, he still couldn't fucking die. Gnawing hunger tormented him constantly, and he could not even kill himself. Even if he successfully bashed himself to death against the black stone beneath his feet,
he would come back to life after a while.
His condition had improved considerably, though.
With a soft pop, the Joker whose chest Yang Bo had gutted vanished in a puff of white smoke, leaving a miniature car behind...
"Huh?"
Yang Bo stared at the item Joker had dropped upon death, surprise flashing in his eyes.
"He actually drops loot?"
Clearly, for some unknown reason, Joker had now been completely assimilated by Minecraft, becoming something akin to an elite monster.
He could see the health bars above the Jokers' heads,