Muck, the book. Day 7
Day Seven
Fred woke up broke. Not in the sense that he had no money—he actually had too much money. Thousands of Coins filled his backpack to the brim, gathering dust like useless relics. He had looted them from chests, Daves, and unlucky Villagers, but they served zero purpose.
Until now. Because today… Fred found something magical. A casino! Fred had been wandering through the forest when he saw it—a neon-lit hut in the middle of nowhere. A huge sign read:
🔥🎰 BIG CHUNK'S CASINO & BUFFET 🎰🔥
Fred blinked. "Wait… WHAT?"
The hut buzzed with activity. Inside, Villagers gathered around slot machines, throwing coins like maniacs. One guy in the corner was punching the air, screaming, "DOUBLE OBAMIUM, LET’S GO!"
Fred's eyes sparkled. Finally, a place to spend his fortune. He rushed to the nearest slot machine and slammed his coins in. The wheels spun. Fred held his breath.
🍖 - 💎 - 🔥
A meat soup, a powerup, and literal fire.
DING DING DING!
"JACKPOT!" the machine blared.
Fred cheered as a bunch of buffs dropped in front of him. A sniper scope for… his bow? A Knuts hammer – no idea what it did, but it looked cool. And a jetpack – Because why not.
Fred was unstoppable.
He kept playing, winning more and more. He doubled his earnings, won sword hilts, and won peanut butter (???) — he was stacking power-ups like a muck-god.
Then, just as he was about to go all in— a loud crash shook the casino. The Villagers scattered, the slot machines flickered, and a deep, familiar voice growled from the entrance: "So we meet again, Fred."
Fred froze. At the door stood The Chief.
The last time Fred had seen The Chief, it was Day 2, when he had accidentally opened the sacred chest and triggered a full-scale village riot. He had barely escaped. Now, The Chief was back and he had an army. Villagers with bows. Villagers with swords. Villagers with… bread?
Fred gulped. "Okay, listen, I know what this looks like—"
"YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR CRIMES!" The Chief bellowed.
Fred looked around. No exits. Only slot machines. And then… he had an idea. He reached into his inventory… and threw all his remaining coins into the nearest machine. The wheels spun. Fred prayed to the ones above in Muck heaven. The Chief charged at him. The wheels stopped.
🍖 - 🍖 - 🍖
"SUPER MEGA JACKPOT!"
A golden glow surrounded Fred. The floor flooded with loot. Health buffing broccoli, super shields, and strength multiplying soup.
The Chief swung his sword— Fred weaved and uppercutted him then somersaulted into an axe kick, sending him plummeting into the ground.
BOOM!
The Chief ragdolled across the room, crashing into crates of ligon and sugon shrooms.
The Villagers froze.
Fred looked up coldly at the villager army. "Who’s next?"
They sensed Fred’s overpowering aura and immediately surrendered. Fred looted everything, grabbed a handful of meat soup, and walked away. As he left the casino, he saw something shiny in the rubble— a glowing blue crystal. The power crystal.
Fred snatched it up and laughed. "I CAN FINALLY LEAVE!"
Behind him, the casino collapsed, slot machines sparking, Villagers shouting. Fred did not care because tomorrow, he would set sail.
But something told him… it wouldn’t be that easy.