One day, The Evil Guy was very jealous of the Person Who Farmed Cubes. The Person was very famous. Everyone looked up to The Person. Why didn't The Evil Guy get to be as famous as them?

In fact, The Evil Guy lived in jealousy every day. Heroes, heroes, it's always heroes, The Evil Guy thought. The Person didn't deserve their popularity. Those fans of The Person were people who had problems. What problems did The Evil Guy have? None, he thought, of course.

The Evil Guy wanted to dominate over The Person, but you know what you had to do to be popular. The competition was on. The Evil Guy started to make his own place where he manufactured fake products. Now surely people would look up to him.

Every day, The Evil Guy would stalk The Person. He would do everything that The Person did. If people liked the way The Person manufactured cubes, then surely people would like it if The Evil Guy made cubes the same way.

But The Evil Guy was wrong.

Now, there was one thing The Evil Guy could not do. It was to be nice to people.

People started calling The Evil Guy's products a rip-off.

The Evil Guy's what seemed to be successful business became a failure.

This aggravated The Evil Guy. His envy was stronger than ever. He simply could not understand why everyone looked up the The Person. There had to be some way to be popular.

The Evil Guy would kill The Person.

After a failure in business, The Evil Guy still did not give up. He would go undercover. He planned out everything: the date, the time, and the place of The Person.

The days passed by. The day of The Evil Guy's plan would soon arrive.

It did.

The Evil Guy was ready. He sneaked into The Person's base and pulled out his weapon. With precision, he aimed at The Person. This would be the one shot that changed it all.

Then, The Evil Guy fired. A tense feeling filled the base as the projectile travelled through the air towards The Person.

If The Evil Guy made it, it was over.

The Person had heard the noise. He quickly turned around, trying to block or dodge the object coming at him.

But it was too late.

The Evil Guy had succeeded.

The Person fell to the ground. Everything seemed to happen so quickly.

The news travelled around like a flash of light.

Everyone mourned over the loss of the hero who they had always looked up to.

The Evil Guy stayed hidden over the next few weeks. He no longer cared if he became famous or not. He was just satisfied that the people no longer had someone to look up to.

Nothing was the same after that. There didn't seem to be a happy atmosphere. Everything felt tense. People were cautious and watchful for whatever was bound to come next. Everyone was prepared.

After months of an anxious atmosphere, The Evil Guy seemed to have a problem. A new problem.

It was not jealousy.

The Evil Guy went out to find a way to fix his problem. He did not know what the problem was, but once again, he was determined.

After a while of travelling, he came across something mysterious. It was.. A cube...

The Evil Guy could sense something. Something that could help him. He touched the cube, expecting to have his problem fixed.

Instead, a voice started talking, "I see you have a problem that needs to be fixed. All you have to do is find a cube made by The Person and touch it. It's as simple as that."

The Evil Guy started panicking.
Then, he remembered. He did not have the recipe.

You see, the purpose of the cubes were to fix problems. Mysterious problems like ones that could not be solved on their own.

The problems were caused by The Evil Guy.

Little did The Evil Guy know that he caused himself a problem. A problem that could only be fixed by The Person.

As much as The Evil Guy loathed The Person, he would rather choose hatred over his fate.

The Evil Guy thought back about everything he did. A feeling of dread and regret filled him. He wanted to go back and fix everything, but there was nothing he could do.

If only he had not killed The Person.
If only he had not caused problems.
If only he had not been jealous.

It was too late now. The Evil Guy knew. He knew everything. Now he understood.

He got down and got ready for his fate. This time, it would be over for him. He would be the last guy to have a problem.

No one would remember him. No one would honor him or call him a hero. No one would mourn over his death, all because of the things he had done.

He apologized to everyone as he thought back about everything. Then, he slowly closed his eyes and collapsed.

He had died.