Not a duck-billed slime. Not a duck-horse hybrid. A plain, white, farm-variety duck.
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.
The generator cracked. The force field dissolved. The lever flipped itself from the sheer pressure wave. quack prep minecraft
He was no longer a duck. He was a constructor.
Herobrine was there, diamond sword drawn. “You are a glitch,” he whispered. Not a duck-billed slime
End.
The interface flickered:
He honked .