Prep froze. He tested it. He picked up a dirt clod, focused, and honked . The dirt flew from his beak and clicked perfectly into the air, forming a floating platform. He did it again. Cobblestone. Honk. Oak plank. Honk.
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The generator cracked. The force field dissolved. The lever flipped itself from the sheer pressure wave. Prep froze
Herobrine watched the security feeds. A duck. Building. Impossible. The dirt flew from his beak and clicked
Prep waddled back to Squawkborough. Gnash carried a mushroom for soup. The villagers threw a parade, but Prep just wanted breadcrumbs and a warm lamp.
Honk. Slime block beneath his feet. Honk. Piston. Honk. Redstone torch. He created a vertical flying machine—a self-constructing ladder of sticky pistons that pushed him upward faster than the lava could rise. By the time he reached the ceiling, he was moving at piston-bolt speed. He smashed through the glass dome and landed on the Voxel Shield Generator’s mainframe.
“Irregular,” Herobrine hissed, his white eyes scanning the data. “The key belongs to… a duck.”