Chapter 2:
The sun's lingering glow filtered through the forest, casting a delicate, translucent curtain over the surroundings. Even the clouds in the sky bore a warm orange tint, sharply defined against the backdrop.
Fang Mo, freshly awakened, felt a hint of disorientation. The fundamental questions of existence began to surface in his mind: Who am I? Where am I? What is my purpose?
His memories remained fixated on the moment before his demise. If he recalled correctly, Fang Mo had been preparing to leave his final words for his younger sister. Yet, in the blink of an eye, he found himself inexplicably transported to this unfamiliar place.
Clearly, this was no longer Earth. As far as his eyes could discern, the world consisted entirely of blocks.
"No... Could it be that I have truly crossed over?" Fang Mo's astonishment grew as he surveyed the blocky realm before him. As an ardent player of the game, he immediately recognized it as the iconic world of Minecraft. Though in his previous life he may have entertained whimsical wishes like, 'May I become a block person in my next life, free of regrets,' he never anticipated such a wish becoming a tangible reality.
"According to the game's mechanics, my first task should be punching a tree, right?" Drawing upon his familiarity with the game, Fang Mo quickly immersed himself in the moment, focusing his attention on a perfectly square tree not far away.
Fang Mo paused, a troubling thought crossing his mind. He looked at his own palm, feeling a sense of uncertainty creeping in. "Hold on a second..." he muttered, contemplating the task at hand. "Am I supposed to dismantle this tree using only my bare hands, block by block? Can that even be done?"
To his surprise, the moment this concern crossed his mind, his brain was seized by a sudden, sharp pain. It felt as if his soul was being torn in half. In an instant, a flash of white light burst forth, revealing a sharply defined blocky figure standing before Fang Mo.
"!?" Fang Mo was startled by the figure's abrupt appearance, yet a curious sense of familiarity welled up within him.
As if stirring a dormant instinct, understanding began to dawn in Fang Mo's mind. Soon, another perspective materializeda first-person view of Steve, a perspective deeply ingrained in the memories of Minecraft players. It showcased not only Steve's health and hunger bars, but also his inventory and even the accompanying mini-map.
Through Steve's eyes, Fang Mo could even catch a glimpse of his own body not far away.
Fang Mo gazed at the blocky figure before him, his face etched with bewilderment. Unexpectedly, a fanciful notion struck him. "Hold on... Is it possible that I've been reborn with a Steve Stand?"
The concept of Stands, originating from an anime, referred to the physical manifestation of one's subconscious mind.
"Wow... Your sword swings are even faster than Yasuo's..."
Fang Mo couldn't help but marvel, overturning his earlier supposition.
It appeared that Steve's rapid attack speed mirrored that of version 1.7. In light of this revelation, Fang Mo surmised that this world might not adhere to a specific version. Rather, it could be a harmonious fusion, amalgamating features from different iterations.
With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Fang Mo embarked on an exploration of his surroundings.
The world he found himself in was a pure manifestation of Minecraft, hardly distinguishable from the game itself.
The square sun hung in the sky, casting its radiance upon the equally square clouds. The trees, dirt, and everything around him were meticulously crafted structures, each measuring 1m1m. The level of organization was astounding, as if the entire world were a sprawling sandbox, fashioned by the hands of divine beings.
Fang Mo realized he was situated in a forest.
Fortunately, the spawn point offered a favorable starting position, sparing him the worry of obtaining wood.
Considering the imminent arrival of nightfall, Fang Mo decided against venturing too far from his current location. Instead, he set to work clearing some trees in the vicinity. His plan was to construct a modest abode and make necessary preparations for the upcoming night. Additionally, once the leaves disappeared, he could also gather a few apples for a satisfying dinner.
However, to Fang Mo's surprise, while Steve diligently chopped away at the trees, he stumbled upon peculiar formations of plant piles beneath one of them. Oblivious to their nature, Fang Mo destroyed them, only to witness a torrent of exotic vegetables and fruits bursting forth. Cucumbers, broccoli, cabbage, raspberries, wax berries, grapesthe assortment filled nearly half of Steve's backpack.
"Hmm?"
Fang Mo gazed at the unexpected bounty, momentarily taken aback. "Could this be from Pam's HarvestCraft Mod?"
As this realization dawned upon him, Fang Mo's expression took on a peculiar twist.
Recalling the earlier discovery of the mini-map, which he had initially overlooked, and now encountering the presence of Pam's HarvestCraft, he couldn't help but entertain a bewildering notion. Could it be that his last words, uttered before his demise, had been transformed into a ModPack in this world? Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)
