Author's notes: I'm going to start by saying that this fanfic has already been posted on another fanfiction site, but I'm not saying this to advertise but to avoid any misunderstanding, stating that I didn't steal anyone's story. However, if you don't believe me, feel free to go to my profile to check, and you will see that both accounts on both sites are linked.

And I would also like to warn you that this fanfic is a translation from portuguese into english from Google Translate (Yes, I know what you're thinking, good things can't come out of there ...) but give it a try , I am not completely sloppy, I made sure to review the fanfic and correct what seemed wrong, however it is not completely guaranteed that you will not find any errors here.

Just be understandable and kind, okay?


In a world infested with demons and monsters like Constant, in addition to the watchful eye of the ancient monster of the night and the current ruler of the place, Charlie, surviving is difficult and seems to be approaching the impossible, but none of these dangers is the biggest problem of those with sweat and blood on their faces try to stay alive, but what everyone calls "Tyrant."

Wilson Percival Higgsbury, the oldest, the strongest, the tallest and the most intelligent of all Constant survivors. Rumors revolve around the leader of the survivors, he was in this world four or six years before everyone else, with an impeccable reputation, he had survived in this world without even dying once, something unbelievable in such a cruel world.

"That's right, useless! Time to check that tasks have been completed! " Said Wilson, looking at his map.

The scientist closes his map and guards it, turning to the group with a snobbish look, with a certain tone of contempt and superiority. "Come on ... Who to start with ...".

"Brats come here." Wilson called Webber and Wendy, the boy was shaking with fear as he approached.

"We were unable to accomplish our task." Said Wendy, making Webber cringe, he was really concerned about the scientist's reaction, while the girl just looked down with an unreadable expression. "We were unable to collect the flowers, we were being chased by a Deerclops."

"This is not a justifiable reason." Wilson rolled his eyes, and then pointed to their individual tents. "Go to your tents, go to sleep early without playing!"

"But we were being chased by a Deerclops! We had no escape, we had no way to collect flowers! " Webber protested desperately, with big tears streaming from all of his eyes.

"If they had run fast, he wouldn't have caught it!" Wilson protested angrily. "Go to the tent! They will sleep early without playing, they are grounded!" the scientist scolded the young girl and the spider boy.

"But ... But ..." Webber tries to say something, but Wilson interrupts him as soon as he can. "Enough! To the tent, now!" Says the scientist, pointing to the camp, without allowing either of them to say anything. Head down, the two go to the tent, since they had no way to oppose their rigid leader.

"Next!" Wilson Berrou, trembling, Wolfang approached, his mania always referring to third person got on the scientist's nerves.

"Okay, buddy ..." said Wilson, rolling his eyes. I suppose I made it quite clear that you should protect those children! They couldn't get those damn flowers because of you!

"Wolfang couldn't ..." The strong man tried to protest, only to be interrupted by Wilson. "And why not?" He asked aloud, "Aren't you always calling yourself the mighty Wolfang?" The scientist continued, making quotation marks with his fingers, disdaining the adjective of powerful. "You could and should face that Deerclops!"

"But but..."

"But ... but, that's all you say to me!"! Wilson screamed again, shortly after sighing. "Go to your tent! And you are not entitled to food today! "

And one more walk back to his tent, clearly upset, but he couldn't argue with tyrant Wilson.

"And now, what will be the next disappointment ?!" Wilson called the next one, already waiting for another failed task.

And Willow came over, making Wilson sigh, he really couldn't stand her because of the fires she always caused.

"Say it, Wilsy." And there she goes, with that insulting nickname again, making Wilson growl. Although she still feared Wilson, she was the most willing to confront the scientist's rigid manner.

"I already said it's Wilson!" The scientist protested, gritting his teeth.

"Ok, ok, Wilson ..." Willow rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, completely mocking the scientist.

"Did you do your job?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah, I got some wood." Willow replied.

"Did you start a fire?" Wilson asked, his eyebrow rising.

"I don't know, did I provoke you?" She replied, shamelessly. "Because?" She put her hands on his waist, issuing a challenge to a scientist, making him growl again.

"I swear Willow, I'm still going to throw your lighter away!" He said, with genuine threat.

Willow was not at all happy with this threat, no, she was not going to let it go unnoticed, even though she was somewhat afraid of the tyrant scientist. "Not over my dead body." She says, in a defiant tone of voice, which makes Wilson even more angry, he was already fed up with Willow's boldness.

"If you insist ..." Wilson replies, with a somber tone, making Willow shiver.

No, Wilson would never hurt a lady, as he had said before, but as he had also said, he could not help being frightening and rude.

Then the scientist started to approach Willow.

"Get away from me!" The pyromaniac protested, taking a few steps back, but Wilson was not going straight for her, and without going for his lighter.

"Give it to me here." Wilson said, as he pulled Willow's strength. "Give me back!" She protested, throwing herself at the scientist, trying to recover one of his most valuable assets.

"Do you want?" Wilson questioned, trying to push Willow away. "Will get!"

"No!" Willow screamed when he saw his precious lighter being thrown, started running to try to reach it, but it was too late, he had already fallen into the sea.

"Ready!" Wilson said walking away. "It's the end! You hate to get wet, but if you love your lighter so much, you'll have to go into the water to get it back!"

So, who's next? "Wilson said, leaving Willow alone thinking about what he was going to do about his lighter, which was now sailing across the ocean.

Everyone lost their speech when they saw the next survivor approach the camp, there he was, the man who had tricked and brought all the presents to Constant ...

The Great Maxwell, a magician of great renown, according to himself, and without a doubt, the one who was most opposed to Wilson, the traces of the rivalry of years remained latent ...

"Well, well, well, well ..." said Wilson, walking towards the magician. "Look who's back?"

Maxwell frowned at the scientist, the magician still had the desire to kill him, but he knew this would be extremely difficult and frankly ...

It seemed to be approaching the impossible.

Since Wilson had arrived in Constant years ago, during all that time with monsters and traps, the magician had not been able to kill him without a damn time! And what was most frustrating, was that over the long years that the scientist had spent here, he became full-bodied, when he arrived in the world, she was skinny and fragile, but after so long collecting wood, mining, fighting monsters and building structures, it was inevitable that over time he would become a little more muscular, since Maxwell, stayed all this time on his throne without having to make any effort thanks to his dark powers, and now he was feeling the weight of his perks.

"Did you get enough stones to reinforce the walls?" Wilson questioned, smoothing his Glass Cutter, for any unforeseen ...

"What if I didn't make it, Wilson?" Maxwell replied bitterly. "What are you going to do?"

"That would be sad ..." Wilson replied, narrowing his eyes. "Because the little arm that goes ..."

The scientist cut a slice of his cooked meat dish in front of the magician with his weapon, making Maxwell shiver a little.

"Don't come back."

Maxwell felt this threat directly in his soul, it was not a bluff, certainly not, Wilson was quite capable of doing something like that with all his hatred for the magician, it was a completely genuine threat.

"Yeah, I did it." Maxwell replied, trying to maintain his brave stance.

"Good, it looks like someone's not going to have their arm ripped off today." Said Wilson. "Today ..." he repeated, still in a threatening tone.

"You don't scare me, Higgsbury." Maxwell replied, making Wilson raise an eyebrow.

"Right then." Wilson replied. "You can go to your tent, sweet dreams, sunday magician."

"Don't abuse your luck." Maxwell replied.

"Who is abusing luck, is you, answering me like this" said Wilson, getting up from the trunk he was sitting on.

"Mr. Higgsbury, I think that is enough." Said Wickerbottom, approaching the camp leader. "You are a very strict master."

"I have to be strict." Wilson replied, despite his usual rudeness, he had a respect for Mrs. Wickerbottom.

"Mr. Higgsbury, you threw a bucket of water at poor WX, you threatened to throw Lucy, Woodie's ax on a cliff because he was unable to cover the necessary wooden quota because he was running from a Treeguard, you threatened to burn my books for use them as fuel ... "

"I do what is necessary." The scientist says, simply. "If I hadn't been so strict, our camp would have become a pile of ruins long ago! Ashes, even!"

"Hey, I wouldn't burn our base, you idiot!" Willow protested.

"I wasn't talking to you." Wilson replied rudely, turning to Willow. "But knowing you, you would be more than capable of that!"

"The point is, I'm trying to clean up the mess that Maxwell's stage assistant put us in!" Commented Wilson.

"Don't be rude to Charlie, scientist." Maxwell said, through his teeth, but with a genuine threat.

"You are right, there is no reason to be rude to her." Said Wilson, turning to Maxwell. "According to what you told me about her, it's all your fault! You turned her into Grue, and it's all your fault! You're just a big IDIOT!" The scientist kept his index finger pointed at Maxwell as he approached him.

"Enough!" Maxwell screamed, raising his Dark Sword towards the scientist, who quickly retaliated with his Glass Cutter. "Our truce ended here, scientist!"

"En garde!" The magician screamed shortly thereafter, as both weapons separated, and without wasting much time, Maxwell struck another blow towards Wilson.

"Not this one!" Said Webber, poking his head out of his tent, he had woken up by the noise.

"Stop it, you idiots!" Winnona protested, approaching.

Ignoring everyone around, the two continue their stupid duel, their weapons colliding here and there, neither of them could deliver a right attack, although Wilson is stronger compared to the magician, Maxwell's Dark Sword is a very powerful weapon , which easily compensated for his inferior physique.

Until Wilson found a free spot to attack, while Maxwell delivered a straight blow to his neck, Wilson managed to bend down in time to hit the scientist's left belly, forcing the scream of pain, and staggering disoriented, until he dropped his sword.

The magician quickly tries to quickly retrieve his sword, but before he could react, Wilson's Glass Cutter was already aimed at his neck.

"Ended." Wilson said, seeing what seemed to be the end of the conflict, since he was the only one who still had his gun in hand.

"No!" Screamed Willow, running up to Wilson, holding the scientist's arm, preventing him from attacking. "You are making a serious mistake!"

"It wouldn't be the first!" Wilson protested, pulling on his arm, but Willow's distraction had already allowed Maxwell to retreat and reach for his sword.

"Mr. Maxwell, that's enough." Said Wickerbottom, approaching the magician.

The desire that both had at that time was to end that fight once and for all, however, it seems that the others do not intend to allow this to happen.

Wilson sighed. "Next time, I will not be tolerant, Maxwell. No one here can challenge my authority."

Wigfrid watched the duel with a smile on her face, she was practically the only one who admired the way Wilson ran the camp, he was a true viking.

Maxwell was about to answer something when he realized it was getting dark.

"We have to light the fire and go into the tents, Charlie is coming ..."

"Yes, I know how it is, I was bitten several times by her." Wilson replied. "Because of you."

Get in your tents, go to sleep! "Said Wilson." I'll be on guard! I frankly should leave you unprotected and advance my services for tomorrow, but one of my duties as a leader is to kill monsters to defend you, and you still dare to call me a tyrant. "

And in the evening, everyone went to their proper tents, as Wilson had said. The night was one of the greatest dangers in this place, certainly, everyone knew that it would not be very pleasant to be without a shelter during that time.

Wilson drew his Glass Cutter and lit his fire, he needed to be prepared for what was to come.

And then, night had come, and with it, a rose had appeared on the floor, and the scientist knew exactly what it meant.

"Good night." Said a familiar voice, and the usual smell of roses, that always followed.

Charlie, the queen of Constant.

"Good night." Wilson answers. "Now, please leave."

"This is not how you receive someone who has just arrived." The queen protested. "I thought that of all the other survivors, you would know the ways on how to treat a lady properly."

"Okay, then, welcome my dear, but, please, leave." Wilson repeated.

The scientist can hear the queen sigh. "That's not how a lady is treated, Wilson." She protested. "However, I must tell you that I am impressed, you and Maxwell put on a great show! I am obliged to confess that I have been rooting for you since you arrived at Constant, always running away from me with your torches and bonfires, fighting monsters and creating structures to survive, I am also obliged to admit that I am a fan since I arrived at kingdom."

When Wilson didn't respond to the compliment, Charlie went on. "Anyway, anyway, I'm here to offer you a deal, come with me ...". She said, in a gentle tone.

"No." Wilson answered simply.

"You shouldn't refuse an agreement without listening to its terms and benefits. Charlie protested. "I have been thinking about it a lot lately, I thought about choosing a survivor to help me rule Constant, watching the other survivors, gathering information for me, and I could reward you very well for that ..." She said , with that gentle tone returning.

"Hmpf ..." Wilson narrowed his eyebrows. "No, I'm not interested in being on your side."

"Ah ... But are you sure ...?" She continued, in a very tempting tone. "Think about it ... It isn't always that you get an offer like that ..."

"I already said no, and I don't intend to go back on my word." Wilson says, confident and direct, before Charlie can continue talking. He didn't seem to be tempted at all, oh no, he didn't even want to know the details, he just refused without even thinking twice.

"Well, this is sad ..." Charlie comments, in a tone of voice that looks hurt. A sudden silence signaled the queen's departure. "Take care not to suffer, Wilson ..."

Wilson simply blinked and took an aventurine out of his pocket.

"I have suffered for a long time ..."

And in that total silence, Wilson continued to watch the camp. The scientist had learned long ago that life is not a bed of roses.

He heard the howling of some Hounds, they seemed closer tonight, but Wilson was not concerned, those puppies of the Devil did not scare him.

He just focused his gaze on his aventurine, it reminded him of his beloved correspondent. It was still painful to think of her ...

And as the night goes on, Wilson remains thoughtful, staring at his aventurine for a long time, but not without being careful, of course, he still has to do his duty and protect the camp from any threat that may be lurking in the darkness of the night. .

The other survivors, in turn, slept peacefully, free from the dangers that surrounded them while they were resting, only three were awake: Wilson, Maxwell and Wickerbottom, who was in the magician's tent, taking care of his injuries caused in the fight against the scientist.

"I already told you, you shouldn't care about the provocations, let alone start a confrontation with him! He's a brute!" Said the librarian, while smoothing the injured part of the magician's body with painkillers.

"And let him offend me?" Maxwell asked irritably, groaning in pain with the bandage. "I think not!"

"Mr. Maxwell, you need to understand that we have no escape! No one could face, let alone defeat, the tyrant and his influence on Constant, the truth is that he rules the rules of this world!"

"And besides ..." Wickerbottom continued. "As hard as it is to accept this, it is also true that we would not have survived many past situations if it weren't for him! It was always him who was willing to face the biggest monsters, do you remember that time he came back with the carcass of a dead Deerclops? "

"That will change, Mrs. Wickerbottom." Maxwell replied. "If the group surrenders to me, I promise that not only will we be able to free ourselves from the dependence we have on him and the influence he has on us, and we can abandon him so that he can die alone at Constant, while I will lead the group in the ongoing battle for survival! "

"It seems to be a very audacious plan, Mr. Maxwell."

"I like audacious things, I always like to try fate!" Maxwell replied confidently.

"You know that facing him with your Dark Sword is like trying to face the worst creatures in this world empty-handed, don't you?" Questioned Wickerbottom, narrowing his eyebrows.

"A magician is not a magician without his tricks, Mrs. Wickerbottom." Maxwell says, with a confident smile. "A plan will be necessary, obviously! I don't intend to just face it anyway." As much as the magician did not like to admit, he would not be able to beat Wilson in a one-on-one fight. If he really wanted to pursue this idea of taking down the tyrant and taking his place, he would need to do it another way, with a more elaborate strategy.

"But enough talking about that man." Said Wickerbottom. "Let's talk a little bit about you..."

Maxwell's smile widened. He loved to talk about himself.

"Answer me dear, explain to me once and for all who is the current woman who rules Constant, I have heard you refer to her as Charlie and I have heard Wilson tell scary stories about her being the ancient monster of the night." Said Wickerbottom. "You know her? Do they have a story? "

Maxwell's face fell into a wistful expression, as he sighed, he didn't like to remember this. "She is my former stage assistant, I met her when I was just a silly magician who used silly tricks to try to impress the audience, and I couldn't even do that! The audience, which was generally small, was either taken by Morpheus' arms, or withdrew from my shows bored! " Maxwell commented, a frown forming on his face. "And then, I met Charlie, she was looking for a job because she was new to the state, she wanted a job that was related to stages, theaters, magic shows and the like. So, I offered a job, she was an elegant partner, and if the audience didn't stick to my magic, they would stay for her. " Maxwell commented, laughing lightly.

"But still ..." continued Maxwell. "People kept going or sleeping at my shows, dismayed by the failure, I decided to take a break from my performances, but my closeness to Charlie hadn't been shaken, and then, one day ..."

"One day?" Questioned Wickerbottom, when the magician was slow to continue.

"One day I found this." Maxwell took out of his elegant suit a book with a large "M" written on it in red. "It's called the Codex Umbra."

Wickerbottom stepped back a little at the sight of the evil book, the dark energy that the Codex Umbra radiated was powerful.

"I frankly don't remember when or how I found it, but it was coded, but with effort I managed to break the code, and I found that the book offered several powers, tricks, secrets and a summoning bestiary, all of which being arcane." Maxwell explained.

"I realized that there was the possibility of not only standing out, but also being the greatest magician, The Great Maxwell was back!" The magician continued, his voice rising proudly as he raised his arms upwards. "I called Charlie and explained the plan to her, she initially refused to participate in what I was projecting, but I calmed her down and convinced her that there were no risks, we could offer something that the world has never seen! And my plan worked! In all the shows, my audience grew and grew until the heights reached! In every show, something new always happened! Until ... "Maxwell's happy countenance quickly disappeared.

"One day, while Charlie and I were about to start the presentation, several dark hands came out of the book and we pulled in to it, and then, we got to Constant, I don't fully remember what happened, but as far as my memory goes , I was already seated on the throne of nightmares, and Charlie ... "Tears started to come out of the magician's face.

"What happened to her? Tell me." Said Wickerbottom, when Maxwell was slow to answer again.

Maxwell placed his hands over his face, as tears continued to descend more and more from the magician's face, until he calmed down and wiped his weeping with his hand, placing another on his chest.

"Charlie became Grue, the monster of the night ..."

The librarian came over and kissed the magician on the cheek, in a gesture of comfort. "I'm sure you'll find someone else to love if you love them."

The magician is a little surprised by the librarian's actions, but, hearing his words, Maxwell is thoughtful for a moment. Yes, she was right, but ... This was not exactly what the magician wanted, however much he wanted to deny it, he did not want someone else.

"Thank you very much, Mrs. Wickerbottom, but I'm not sure if this is what I want." Maxwell replied.

"And there is nothing wrong with this dear one, since love, even if it is no longer reciprocated, can last a lifetime." the librarian replied.

"One day, I would like us to have mandrake tea, if you wish." Maxwell said, turning his face to Wickerbottom.

"It would be a dear pleasure." Wickerbottom replied smiling slightly.

"Well, I suppose you have already spent too much time together, you should withdraw." The magician said, dismissing the librarian.

"I could stay a little longer, you know my boy, I don't feel sleepy! The only reason I go to that tent is because I need some time for myself and try to ease my mind from the stress caused by the scientist."

"Still, I should go to sleep." Maxwell replied. "Until I get a solid enough plan to overthrow Wilson's tyrant government, we will have to live in the cycle orchestrated by his iron fist, and we all know that a lot of energy is needed for this."

"You're right, good night, Mr. Maxwell." Said Wickerbottom, the magician simply lay down to sleep and did not answer the farewell, and the librarian got up and left the tent.

"You should be in your tent, not someone else's." Wickerbottom was startled to hear the voice of the camp leader, who without even looking at her, knew that she was outside his individual tent.

"Mr. Higgsbury, I already explained to you that I don't feel sleepy." The librarian protested, raising her voice slightly.

"Then go into your tent, close your eyes and lie down, you will not be able to sleep but you will be recovering and saving energy anyway, and if you are not interested, take a torch or a lamp and try to advance your task for the next day , you will have to go and get some wood! " Said Wilson, still not looking back.

Wickerbottom simply sighed and went into his tent, shaking his head negatively, Wilson was unbearable.

And then as the hours passed, Wilson continued to hear Hounds howling all night, but none had appeared yet. And then it dawned ...

Wilson shouted, every dawn reminded him of a horrible moment in his life.

The tyrant then got up and walked towards the tents. "Wake up useless!" There he goes, shouting with his usual rudeness.

All the survivors woke up and complained softly, while stroking their poor heads, they would give anything they could to keep sleeping.

"I swear if they don't leave now, I will go into the tent by tent and drag one by one!" The tyrant had increased the timbre of his screams.

"Hello, Wilsy!" Willow said, coming out of his tent in his sassy and mocking tone of voice as always.

"It's Wilson!" The tyrant shouted, gritting his teeth.

The other survivors began to leave their tents, much to their dismay.

"And speaking of going into tents, any day I'll go to your tent! Do you want me to take something?" Willow said these words in a flirtatious tone just for the sheer desire to irritate and embarrass Wilson.

"Just don't take you!" Wilson replied dryly.

Willow kept narrowing her eyes, irritated that her provocation had not had the expected effects.

"Oh, how rude!" Wickerbottom commented, shaking his head. "That was stupid, Wilson."

"Stupidity is not following my orders!" Wilson replied.

"And by the way, the task for all of you today is simply to go out and collect wood, stones, sticks, minerals and grass. I think that at least you can do that, right?" Wilson said irritably.

"And who's taking Chester?" Maxwell asked, pointing at the little monster, jumping excitedly, eager to walk and help his friends.

"We will." Wilson replied, making Maxwell stagger back.

"Us? And why us?" The magician questioned.

"Because first of all, I want to keep an eye on you to make sure it won't be inconsequential! Secondly, even if swallowing and storing things are basically the only things that this walking chest does, only with that it does more things to me of what you could all do in your entire lives. "

"Tsc ... Okay." Says the magician, holding on to not reply to Wilson's words, while Chester circled the two, running in circles as if there was no tomorrow. Although he didn't want to have to be stuck with the tyrant scientist at all, he had no option, since refusing would just result in the same thing as the previous day and, as much as he doesn't want to admit it, he would probably end up defeating Maxwell anyway .

"And one more thing, you will take absolutely nothing but the ax and pickaxe, so that you can acquire the requisite materials! No weapons, no torches and no food!"

"But what if a monster appears, genius?" Willow asked indignantly.

"You guys have an ax and a pick doesn't you?" Wilson replied, irritated.

"These tools don't kill those things efficiently! What if it gets dark if we can't get back to camp? And thanks to your stupid punishment for starvation, some of us will starve if we don't eat soon!"

"Then die!" Wilson screamed. "If a monster shows up, gets dark or gets hungry, die! And try to get back to get the materials!"

"What ?! This is stupid!" Willow continues to protest the scientist's tyranny, although Wilson's severe punishments are not exactly a surprise, she was completely outraged.

"This is my order!" Screamed Wilson. "I was the one who ordered it, so obey it, because here ..." Wilson's tone started to get darker. "My word is law."

"Forgive me, royalty, but I will not obey!" Willow protested.

"Go now!" Wilson screamed, loud enough to make the pyromaniac shrink with the scream, the tyrant scared all survivors of the camp, even Maxwell was a little afraid of Wilson, but he would never admit it, and poor Wes was shaking , he was not acting, the fear was genuine.

Willow sighed. "Whatever!" She said irritably, taking out her ax and pick. "Let's stop this idiocy!"

"I hope so!" Said Wilson, his tone lowering.

"Come on, idiot." The tyrant scientist turned his gaze to Maxwell. "And try to move fast, because I won't wait," said Wilson, shaking Eye Bone, drawing Chester's attention.

Maxwell, having nothing to say, began to follow the scientist.

"I hate him!" Said Webber, looking bleakly down while Wendy followed.

And then, the group spread out, each taking their tools. Nobody was exactly happy to be doing all this, but it's not like they have an option, besides, it was basically routine to have to follow Wilson's strict orders. Maxwell and Wilson in particular were a pair that could not give good results, they were with serious faces, it was very clear that they were not in a good mood, unlike Chester, who followed the two happier than ever.

"Well, let's get started!" Said Wilson. "Take your ax and start cutting the trees!"

Following the scientist's orders, Maxwell draws his ax and heads towards the nearest tree.

Maxwell sighed softly, he really hated having to obey the scientist's orders, but at the moment, he had no other choice, so he immediately started hitting the ax in the trunk.

"My goodness, an eight or eleven year old girl would cut trees more efficiently than you, you worthless." Wilson commented, rolling his eyes impatiently.

Maxwell speeds up a little when he hears that comment, as if taking his anger out on the trunk. His desire was to drive that ax into the scientist's face, but since he couldn't do that now, he just kept cutting the trunk. "I should be grateful that I'm following your orders." Muttered the magician.

The magician sighed again, full of disgust, the magician knew that such an act of violence would mean his own death, Wilson would not allow himself to be hit, and even if he did, someone told the magician that it would be inefficient, that it would not kill the tyrant and that he would still be on his feet to fight back.

However, Maxwell had already noticed that Wilson seemed to have a strange habit of not defending himself in combat, often when monsters appeared, jumped and ran to try to bite or strike the tyrant, he did not defend himself, he simply received the attack and continued to deliver blows against the opponent, it was as if he did not feel pain.

"I shouldn't be grateful that you should do this anyway!" Wilson replied.

"And by the way, you idiot ..." said Wilson, approaching a tree. "This is how you get wood!"

And in a sensational move, the tyrant simply punched a tree, breaking its trunk and knocking it to the ground.

It was impressive, really, even Maxwell was surprised, to break a stiff trunk with his fists, even more so by hitting him once, it was certainly a superhuman feat, but Wilson had already crossed those limits while surviving in this hellish place. "Displayed ..." says Maxwell, finishing cutting a tree, while Wilson collected the results of this show of power.

"I heard that, Maxwell." Wilson said somberly, making Maxwell's eyes widen in fright, the scientist had very good hearing, and that was very worrying, he couldn't conspire against him to knock him off his "throne" while he was around.

"And notice your hypocrisy." The tyrant approached the magician. "Did you call yourself Great Maxwell, and put several statues of yourself in a proud posture all over Constant, and I'm the one who gets exhibited?"

"Tsc ..." The magician had no way of answering this, since it was true, as much as he doesn't want to admit it, so he just goes to the next tree and starts cutting.

The two and the rest of the group continued like this, cutting wood and collecting the materials requested by the leader, the hours were slow to pass, however, it was already getting dark, and this was not even the biggest problem.

Treeguards, several of them.

Due to the great environmental crime that the group was causing, several tree-shaped monsters rose with the intention of punishing and injuring the survivors, the creatures roared and began to march against each one, who were in distant isolated places in the world.

"Don't even think about it, you idiot!" Winnona yelled, seeing a Treeguard approaching.

"Why did I go to obey that asshole?" Willow started to run away from the guardians of the forest. "I should have brought a gun!"

"Treeguards!" Maxwell shouted as he saw the monsters approach.

"It was already expected." Wilson said calmly.

The creatures roared at the same time, and started walking quickly towards the two survivors, making Maxwell run.

"Where are you going, you idiot?" Screamed Wilson.

"Those beasts are going to kill us, you asshole!" The magician screamed as he continued to run. "We should have taken some weapon!"

"We both have axes, you coward! That alone is enough!" Wilson protested, enraged. "But if you want to be a sissy, do something useful and take Chester with you!" the scientist then launched the rattle towards Maxwell, who captured him quickly, making the little monster start to follow him quickly and animatedly, completely disconnected from the terrible situation in which the masters found themselves.

"Well, it's time to collect more wood!" Said Wilson, putting a smile and a somber expression on his face.

The Treeguards approached Wilson, who was already preparing to fight with his ax in hand. In the meantime Maxwell was going away with Chester, it was not the most courageous thing to do, but it was practically suicide to fight so many monsters with just one ax, or so he thought.

The largest of the Treeguards, delivered a powerful blow towards the scientist, who quickly jumped on the monster's arm, and before the forest guard could react, the part of his trunk where his head was located had already been cut with the ax. , and then the monster fell to the dead ground, with its gushing sap, causing its fellowmen to cry out in rage.

Wilson launched his ax towards the arm of the new pack leader, cutting off his arm and forcing sap to spurt again, the creature roared in pain and dealt a blow towards the scientist, who simply held the monster's arm calmly.

The Treequard opened his eyes wide, startled by the calm of the survivor and how he had simply repelled the attack.

"My turn." Wilson said, smiling.

And in a quick movement, the monster's arm had been torn off, forcing the creature to roar once more, but it had been silenced when its own arm was used to hit it and knock it to the ground.

The monsters were increasingly indignant at the scientist's petulance, and continued to roar louder and louder, while Wilson simply dismantled the guardians, either with the ax or with his own hands, he had severed his legs, arms and heads. of the monsters, which fell to the ground, staining the ground, stones and inanimate trees with the sap that was poured from the dead bodies of the creatures, inciting more and more the fury of the horde of Treeguards, whose numbers constantly fall, even in a certain point, at which the monsters lost all motivation to fight when seeing that it was impossible to fight against that man, and began desperately to retreat.

"That was ridiculously easy." Wilson commented, putting a proud smile on his face.

Maxwell, listening to the Treeguards' bestial screams, put a smile of morbid satisfaction on his face. "That idiot is dead."

A silent laugh arrived in the magician's throat, the timbre began to increase ominously, but concern flooded Maxwell's interior, drowning out the pleasure and joy he felt.

He could still be alive, that wretch was hard to kill! It was quite plausible, and frankly, it seemed to be a proven fact that he would still be alive.

And as the magician thought, the screams did not announce the scientist's defeat, quite the contrary, they were the sounds of his victory, of washing by the way. While the magician questioned whether Wilson was alive or not, he collected the remaining resources from the Treeguards, taking everything without any sign of tiredness, even though he had just struggled with several of them.

Upon reaching where the forest massacre had taken place, Maxwell's jaw dropped as far as he could when he saw so many dead guardians on the ground, the ground and everything that was close to the site were drenched in the sap that the creatures gushed in combat.

Wilson kissed his hand and gestured, his mouth and hand were soiled with sap. "Delicious!"

Yes, now Maxwell was absolutely sure, there was no way to beat this tyrant in a direct confrontation, even if everyone in the group got together.

"Ahh ... Maxwell ..." The scientist sighed, happily, his expression was darker than usual, there was a sadistic air in the air ...

"I think we should go back to camp or else, Charlie will kill us." Said Maxwell, trying to cut through the strange weather that was forming.

"We can stay a little longer." The scientist's sinister smile narrowed. "I have to talk to you about a certain subject ..."

"As you may have already guessed, silly magician ..." The tyrant started to approach Maxwell, who was slowly backing up, Wilson was behaving unpredictably. "I have excellent hearing ..."

"And last night ..." Wilson started to smooth his ax, which was still dirty with sap. "I couldn't help but hear the lovely conversation you had with Wickerbottom, I loved hearing you tell the tragedy you call life, but my favorite part of you when you revealed that you were conspiring against me and my authority ... "

A chill passes over Maxwell's body. No, it was not possible that his plans would be crushed so easily, the scientist's hearing was really superhuman, it was even hard to believe. But what the magician feared most was that he was the next victim of the tyrant's ax.

"Calm down." It was all that managed to get out of the magician's mouth.

"Maxwell, the only purpose for me choosing you as my assistant is because I wanted to keep us away from those other idiots, so no one will hear you scream suffering ..." said WIlson, with his sadistic smile intact.

"Let's get this over with," shouted the scientist, and when the magician least expected him, Wilson was already running toward him, and he would almost have hit his neck if he hadn't dodged quickly, the ax had driven into the tree, and had been quickly withdrawn by the scientist.

"There are only two ways out of this dilemma, fool..." Said Wilson, surrounding Maxwell, who quickly pulled out his Dark Sword, which he had brought discreetly. "You either die, or I die."

"Tsc ..." The magician held his sword with both hands, entering a battle position. "I will guarantee that it will be the second."

The two walk in a circle, facing each other with serious and intimidating faces, like two cowboys in a duel to the death. Who would be the first to attack?

Wilson just continued to smile proudly, arousing the magician's fury, his eyes burned with fire, and his teeth gritted with anger.

"You will die, scientist!" With a bestial cry, Maxwell advanced towards his opponent and delivered a powerful blow, which Wilson quickly repelled against the ax, although the scientist was stronger, Maxwell's Dark Sword was stronger than a simple ax.

Maxwell smiled as he saw the smile disappear from Wilson's face, now he really was making an effort to fight. This time, the magician had the advantage.

However, Wilson's focused face became relaxed, and a smirk appeared on the scientist's face, as he pushed Maxwell's sword without an ounce of effort, making the magician's eyes widen, he had been horribly deceived!

"Even with the strongest weapons ..." shouted Wilson, his smile disappearing as he delivered a blow that knocked the magician back, even though he defended himself with his sword. "You don't prevail in a fight against me!"

Wilson continued to deliver blows, forcing Maxwell to retreat, while he desperately tried to defend himself against the scientist.

Even in a tragic moment that Wilson was able to put enough force on the ax to throw the Dark Sword out of Maxwell's reach, which he was soon punched by the scientist.

"You are weak!" Screamed Wilson. "You talk too much, you think too much and you don't fight!" Said the scientist, raising his ax and hitting the magician's leg, it had not been cut, but a large wound had been opened, staining the floor with blood.

The magician had no choice but to lie on the floor, in pain, he would not be able to get up.

"If you don't want worse things to happen to you ..." said Wilson, raising his ax towards the magician's neck. "I suggest you don't go back to the base!"

Maxwell closed his eyes, he didn't want to see what would happen next.

The blow did not come.

Wilson had given up on striking halfway, when he realized it was getting dark, Charlie would show up soon ...

"Next time, idiot ..." said Wilson, narrowing his eyes at Maxwell, in a stern expression. "Think twice and come up with a strategy before trying to fight me!"

The scientist simply turned and picked up Maxwell's backpack, which had been thrown a few inches away. "I'll take that." The tyrant said.

And without much ceremony, Wilson started to build a torch, and lighting it, he took the rattle and began to distance himself from Maxwell's body.

"May Charlie kill you." Said the scientist, as he continued to walk away.

Maxwell raged and gritted his teeth, and slamming his hand on the ground he screamed. "I'm going to KILL you, you bloody bastard!"

Injured and without resources right at dusk, this is certainly a combination that would result in the magician's certain death. He stays on the floor for a few moments, trying to endure the tremendous pain that came from his injury, barely managing to move properly, but he wouldn't die there, no, he couldn't give up before making that tyrant pay. With his remaining strength, Maxwell starts to crawl, using a supportive tree trunk to get up, even though the pain almost holds him to the ground.

The trail of blood that his injured leg left showed his effort to walk, he finally reached for his sword, but Maxwell had fallen to the ground when he bent down to pick it up, however, supporting himself again, he had managed to get up again, and began to use his weapon as a kind of walking stick.

It took a while, but he had found Wilson, he was standing there, holding things in Chester's mouth, this was the perfect opportunity.

"Did you think you got rid of me?" Maxwell said in a deep voice that showed his complete hatefulness, Wilson had not reacted.

And then, the sword had pierced the tyrant's back.

"No, I'm the one getting rid of you!" The magician had taken the scientist's shoulder and pierced the sword even more deeply into Wilson's back, increasing the wound.

When Maxwell thought he had already done enough damage, he released his opponent's shoulder, hoping that he would fall dead on the ground, surprisingly, that was not what happened.

"Weak." Said Wilson, when he turned to face Maxwell, who was perplexed by the scientist's resistance.

"Give it to me here!" Said the scientist, quickly disarming the magician, and then, wounding himself with the Dark Sword, Wilson had pierced himself three times in the belly area with the sword, blood stained his clothes, and he didn't seem to care how hurt he was.

"I'm already used to severe injuries, you idiot." Said Wilson. "You're not, yet!" And then Wilson hit Maxwell's injured leg, this time, severing it completely, making the magician scream in pain.

"I must give you the credit for working so hard to keep fighting me." Wilson commented. "However, I don't know how you intended to face me being so hurt. Well, when you come back from the dead, maybe you have another chance." Wilson looked up.

The night had come.

"Charlie is waiting for you." Wilson said, smiling.

When the scientist was moving away, all the light faded with him, the only remaining light being the tyrant's torch flame, leaving Maxwell in complete darkness.

"It won't be like that next time, scientist." Maxwell said, in pure hatred and low voice.

The magician heard a noise, something was approaching.

"Charlie?" Maxwell looked back.

Wilson, with his powerful hearing, had also heard the noise, and turned back, and immediately afterwards there was a cry.

In the light of the flame, the tyrant can see a stone in the vicinity being smeared with blood.

Well, this is the end.

So Wilson just turned and kept walking towards the camp, while Chester followed, completely disconnected from the barbarity that had just happened.

As the scientist walked, he began to hear several screams and howls from Hounds, he knew exactly what this meant.

"What the hell!" Wilson screamed, starting to run towards the base, he could already see him because of the light of the fire, which revealed that the camp had been completely destroyed by the damn invaders!

The survivors desperately tried to fight the monsters that were in greater numbers, as if those little devil puppies were no longer enough, a few insistent Treeguards had chased the survivors to the camp, and left them with little space to defend themselves, both from the Hounds as the guardians.

When Wilson was finally able to reach the camp, he quickly picked up his Glass Cutter, which was on the floor, next to the chests that had been destroyed.

"Enough!" Wilson shouted with a bestial timbre, all the survivors and even the monsters stopped to observe the leader of the base, with an expression of hatred on his face, and with several holes in his belly area, the same ones that had soaked their clothes with blood .

But even with all these injuries, he was more than ready to go into another battle, the scientist had already gone through much worse. "I'll get this over with!" Wilson says, shortly after advancing on the monsters, who now had their attention on the scientist, as if they knew it was a more dangerous target. He held his Glass Cutter in both hands, ready to go after the creatures.

Wilson was not only smart and strong, he was also athletic, he had tricked the creatures that would go into direct combat for her, while running, he had jumped on the monsters and hit a tree, and propelling himself with his foot, he managed jumping again and with a punch, he had severed the head of a Treeguard, who had fallen on top of some Hounds, killing them crushed, and soon after with an acrobatics, he managed to push the body of the dead guardian over the infernal horde of the other members of the horde.

Besides, the battle had been smooth, the scientist punched and easily killed the monsters, either with punches and kicks or with the use of his weapon, blood and sap, and the remains of the monsters' bodies stained the ground and the surroundings, until there was nothing left.

"This is how you fight these monsters." Said Wilson, removing his weapon from a Hound's head.

The jaws of everyone in the camp fell, Wilson was a formidable warrior, defying him would only lead to the death of the fool who tried to fight him, and that was exactly why they feared him all.

However, before going into combat he already had stomach wounds, and where was Maxwell?

"Mr. Wilson, where's Maxwell?" Wickerbottom asked, she was worried, the magician had not arrived.

"Maxwell, there were setbacks." Wilson replied, with a sinister smile accompanied by a small laugh.

"Setbacks ...? What do you mean?" Wickerbottom asks again, making an expression of notable concern for a moment, seeing the scientist's manic smile and considering that the two were alone, the librarian soon assumed the worst.

"There is no need to worry about that!" Wilson frightens the subject, still with a smile on his face, as if he were satisfied. "That idiot is not going to cause any more problems."

Then everyone opened their eyes wide, realizing the atrocity that the scientist had done.

"You ... you ..." Webber couldn't speak, tears started to come out of the spider boy's eyes.

"You killed him." Said Wendy, in a somber voice, but she was clearly horrified.

Wilson just rolled his eyes and let out another laugh.

"I just crippled him, Charlie was the one who killed him." He replied, shamelessly, as if he were proud of the feat.

Everyone was completely scared, Wilson had left Maxwell to die without any pity or remorse, quite the opposite, for him it was like getting rid of the garbage or ending an obstacle, a completely inhuman thought.

"In my defense." Wilson narrowed his eyes at the outrage of the other survivors. "I heard him last night plotting a way for him and you all stabbed me in the back ..." The scientist started making quotes with his finger "And they abandoned me to die at Constant."

Wickerbottom soon remembers hearing Wilson's words, she did not expect that the scientist would have heard the whole conversation, it did not seem possible ... But it seems that it is not possible to say anything in this place without reaching the tyrant's ears.

"And if you knew all the time and all the ways he tried to kill me, you wouldn't be so outraged!" Wilson commented, becoming visibly irritated. "He was lucky that Charlie removed me from the throne because what I would do to him would be much worse than what I just did!" the scientist had placed great emphasis on "a lot".

"Well, I'll try again." Said a voice, very familiar, making WIlson smile insanely again.

The magician had managed to find a Touch Stone. And there he was, the great and illustrious Maxwell, he held a torch in his hand and his Dark Sword in another, his face formed an expression of pure fury, he was out of control.

Wilson turns slowly until he looks at the magician, letting out a sinister laugh without wanting to speak beforehand. "Ah, are you back already ?!" Says the scientist, with his voice breaking as he spoke, he was definitely no longer healthy. "Then try it! It will only result in your death again and again!"

When the conflict was about to start and the eternal enemies were about to charge each other, Willow and Wickerbottom had stepped in front of the two.

"Maxwell, no!" Willow shouted, stepping in front of the magician and holding him in his chest with both hands. "He's going to kill you!" Although the pyromaniac admired Maxwell's courage in challenging and facing Wilson, she also knew that this would be tantamount to suicide.

"Get out of my way, Willow." The magician replied, making the pyromaniac protest. "No!" the magician snarled. "Don't make me force you to leave!"

"Mr. Wilson, please don't make such an atrocity." Said Wickerbottom, with open arms in front of the scientist.

"Atrocity?" Wilson questioned, his face forming a completely demented expression. "I'm just doing it justice!" The scientist let out a few small laughs as he said these words.

"My boy, please look around! Our camp has been completely destroyed, our food is gone and our equipment is gone too! We cannot spend our time on futile conflicts! " Protested the librarian.

Upon hearing these words, Wilson blinked a few times, both he and Maxwell seemed to be coming to, realizing the reality in which they and their group found themselves.

"And do you think I didn't have a plan B for this?" Wilson questioned, his expression had returned to normal. "Why do you think I sent you to collect so many materials? Come with me, and I will show you something. "

And without further ceremony, Wilson enters the darkness with a new torch, the members of the group were extremely afraid to follow him because of previous events, but there seemed to be no other choice, Maxwell in turn, held his Dark Sword for as long whole, he was still suspicious that the scientist was plotting some trap.

And then, the group opened their eyes wide when they saw a great and incredible monument.

It was a huge fortress! Protected from large stone walls, extremely solid and reinforced, several meters long and wide, in which there were several torches around two wooden doors made from tree trunks, with a lock.

"Much of the material we obtained over the time we spent here at Constant was invested in this installation." Wilson commented, proud of his upbringing. "And with these materials that we collect daily, I will finally be able to finish it!"

The scientist then took a key and stuck it in the lock, unlocking the doors and allowing access to the inside of the wall, Wilson pushed them and as soon as they were completely open, the survivors could see the greatness of the project, there was a huge plantation of grams, berries and even there was a corral for Beef and Koefalants, and in the center of the wall, there was a big wooden house built with refined wood and details of tree trunks, there were also some windows, very similar to Pigmans house, and speaking of them, the facility had been built near a village of those creatures. Next to the windows, there were strangely stairs.

"A facility with many rooms!" Commented Wilson. "With windows equipped with stairs if Willow went crazy and set the house on fire. And not only that, it is completely decorated, and all the food that I collected in my daily hunts is inside in refrigerators! Do you think I would be foolish enough to leave our food in unprotected refrigerators for the Hounds and other monsters to destroy and steal our food? "

Everyone was impressed, even Maxwell, even though he didn't want to admit it. Wilson's orders were always very strict and often very tiring, even seeming to be torture for the survivors, however, the group's efforts were not in vain, and here was, finally, the result of all this hard work. Even though he was rigid and often cruel, Wilson did all this thinking about the survival of the group, and this fortress was proof of that.

"Did you build all this for us?" Questioned Winnona, perplexed by the grandeur of the fortress.

"Yes." Wilson answered simply. "But he won't be!" The scientist with an expression of hatred pointed at Maxwell. "And you also won't be here if you continue with the idea of stabbing me in the back!" He ground his teeth and narrowed his eyebrows.

"Then I will give you two choices, or you will remain by my side and begin to follow my orders with complete purpose and with no questioning, having the reward of receiving food and always having a roof over your hollow heads, or you begin to follow Maxwell's leadership, and thus receive the penance of never being able to return to this stronghold. "

Listening to the alternatives, this could hardly be considered a choice, although everyone wanted to get rid of Wilson's tyranny, they would not survive for long without such a reliable shelter.

"Don't listen to him!" Maxwell protested quickly. "If they come with me, we can survive together, away from his tyranny and influence!"

"Yes, you're right." Wilson said approaching. "You will be able to get rid of me, but I must remember, that all the materials you carry belong to me, so give them to me, and withdraw from my presence into the darkness."

The group members were trapped, if they went with Maxwell, they would have no more materials to survive until daybreak.

"However, as I am a gentleman." Wilson said, smiling, mockingly. "I will give you some advice, everything can serve as food! Since this stick ..." The scientist started to chew the stick, since he arrived in Constant, he was used to eating anything. "Or else ..." WIlson lifted his Glass Cutter, in it, was trapped a spider that he had killed halfway. "A delicious spider." He made a point of looking at Webber while saying this.

And then he just the dead spider's paw and started chewing, while a purple slime came out of the scientist's mouth. "Delicious!"

Webber had opened his eyes wide, he was horrified.

"We will not give you the materials!" Maxwell protested. "They are ours! And we will use them for our survival!"

"Then I will have to kill you all right here!" Wilson replied, smirking.

"Tsc ..." Maxwell is silent for a moment, he was sure it was a bluff, it was not possible that Wilson intended to kill his entire group for something like this, and even then, he wouldn't be able to fight everyone, would he? Well, this is what Maxwell was trying to convince himself of, however, he knew very well what the tyrant was capable of, he could not doubt any possibility.

Everyone knew it was a possibility, however hard it is to believe. Even if everyone came together against him, the scientist's previous struggle proved that numbers don't work against someone like him. And even if they won, they would certainly come out with a lot of losses, so it didn't seem like a very ideal alternative.

"That's right! We will give you the material, my torch will still last a long time, we can find more! Come with me!" Maxwell repeated to his group members. "We will find a way to survive!"

"I'm sorry Maxwell ..." said Wickerbottom, sighing wistfully. "But we have no options, we need to follow the lead of the scientist."

Maxwell sighed, defeated.

"But please, Mr. Wilson, spare the magician's life and forgive him." Said the librarian, approaching.

"I will never forgive you." Wilson replied simply, narrowing his eyes.

"Please, young man, I promise that if you forgive him, I promise that I will be keeping an eye on him and will report you about any suspicious actions."

"You should all do this anyway, it is your obligation." Wilson protested. "But that's right, I'll give you another chance, I'll be able to have fun doing the most stupid, humiliating and dangerous tasks available." The tyrant completed with a smile.

Maxwell's torch had gone out as soon as Wilson had finished speaking.

"Your torch would still last a long time, wouldn't it?" the scientist had snorted. "Well, Wickerbottom has already decided, but what's the rest of the rabble's decision?"

Everyone looked at each other, there was no other option available at the moment, either to accept tyranny, or to die at Charlie's hands.

"We accept." They all responded in chorus, wistfully.

"Great!" The scientist exclaimed. "Follow me!"

And then the group followed the scientist into the strong and resistant refuge, which was lit by thousands of lamps.

"This is something too extravagant." Maxwell commented. "Charlie and Constant's monsters are sure to want to destroy the fortress!"

"They also wanted to destroy our base, didn't they?" Wilson replied. "And guess what? Because of your imbecility and uselessness, they did it! Can't they fight well?"

"And leave that mutt outside!" Said Wilson, looking at Walter.

"But ..." The poor boy tried to protest, while his faithful companion cowered behind him.

"Now." Wilson replied.

Walter sighed and started walking towards the door, with Woby following him, despite the young boy being a fearless boy, both he and his faithful friend were afraid of the scientist.

"Get your meals, they're in the refrigerators." Commented Wilson.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and started toward the refrigerators, but Wilson had stopped Maxwell. "Less you."

"But I ..." Maxwell tried to protest. "Silence. You should be pleased that I allowed you to enter this haven after what you were planning. May it not be repeated!" the scientist's tone of voice worsened severely, making Maxwell withdraw.

After everyone had had enough, Wilson said that everyone should go to sleep, he would have to settle some private matters while he was away, and they all went up the stairs to the first floor that led directly to the rooms of each survivor, Maxwell being the last to go up. , you can see young Willow crying in front of her bedroom door.

In a few moments, the pyromaniac entered the room, such was the suffering that Wilson caused to the other survivors, as much as he never admitted, he really felt sorry for Willow, the scientist saw all the members of the group as sticks, if they didn't bend and obey his commands, he broke them.

Sighing, the magician entered his room and curled up in his sleeping bag, this was not over yet, he would not give up on his plan.

"I'm going to overthrow that tyrant's throne ..." Maxwell said to himself, silently.