Above him, the reaper faded into mist. Not because he’d won—but because the beta had something worse planned for morning.
Not three blocks—three hundred blocks, mining with his flint pick until he hit a small air pocket. He torched the walls. Placed a crafting table. And with his last two flint shards and a piece of leather he’d stolen from a broken saddle, he crafted a canteen. rlcraft bedrock 1.0 beta
He tried to punch a tree. His fist connected—and he lost half a heart. Splinters. Actual damage. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Above him, the reaper faded into mist
“ You’re not geared. ” “ You didn’t sleep. ” “ You have no bed. ” rlcraft bedrock 1.0 beta
