Hearing the tyrant HIM's words, the real HIM's originally firm gaze suddenly became a bit unfocused, as if pulled by an invisible force, and his thoughts instantly drifted back to that distant and blurry past...
All of this story has to start from when he had just been born.
The real HIM was not like tyrant HIM and Annoying Village HIM who knew their identity right from the moment they were born.
When he was born at the very beginning of the world, the real HIM did not know his identity.
He did not know exactly how he came into this world. He only knew he was born inside a dim, deep mine cave filled with the smell of dust.
When he first opened his eyes and blankly looked at the unfamiliar surroundings, the whole world to him was like a huge mystery, full of endless unknowns and confusion.
Just when he was lost and unsure what to do, not far ahead a group of figures appeared. It turned out to be a group of players exploring the mine cave.
Seeing these living humans, a bit of hope rose in his heart. He quickly stepped forward, wanting to ask them clearly about his situation and the conditions of this world.
However, what he never expected was that when those players noticed him getting closer, their faces all showed extreme fear.
As if they had seen some very terrifying monster, they let out sharp screams while running away in panic without caring where they went.
At the same time, they kept shouting two names.
"HIM?!!! It really is HIM?!!!"
"My god?! It's HIM!!! It's Herobrine!! He really exists?!!!"
Although he had no idea what those two mysterious names the players shouted meant, deep down a kind of instinct told him that those two names were closely connected to his own existence.
And judging from the excited reactions of those players, they clearly knew something about him.
So the real HIM did not hesitate and started a deep investigation.
After a long and difficult period of searching and digging, HIM finally gradually uncovered the truth hidden behind the fog.
It turned out that he was the Herobrine often mentioned by players, the legendary figure that made countless players change expression when talking about him, HIM.
Like a ghost he often appeared in dark, deep mine caves, quietly following and tracking players who were not prepared.
If there was the slightest disturbance, once players noticed him or got close enough, he would instantly disappear without a trace, as if he had never appeared at all.
Even more frightening, this ghost was good at carefully planning deadly traps, luring players step by step into the abyss of death.
Sometimes, he would even silently teleport directly behind players and give them a fatal strike.
After the real HIM got this detailed information through a series of investigations, he did not stop exploring.
Instead, he personally put himself into practice, repeatedly carrying out various experiments and verifications.
Finally, after completing all the investigations and personally going through many attempts, HIM at last fully understood the mystery of his origin.
It turned out he was not naturally born, but a concrete product created from players' wild imagination.
Because players imagined such a terrifying image frequently appearing in mine caves in their minds, he came into being accordingly and took the mine cave as his birthplace.
Because players imagined in their minds that he had the ability to teleport, he also gained the ability to teleport.
Even though he had already figured out the mystery of his own origin, for the real HIM that clear feeling of finally seeing the sky after pushing aside the clouds still did not come.
Instead, the feeling of confusion in his heart became heavier, as if he was in endless fog, unable to find an exit.
His name, identity, and even the abilities he had, none of them were truly his own. They were all forced onto him by others.
This made him like an empty shell with only a name, hollow inside, without any real traits or substance that belonged to himself.
Without inner support and without a clear life goal, he did not even know what he should do.
Should he really, like those fictional stories made up by players, wander aimlessly all day in dark mine caves just to scare unprepared players?
Or appear suddenly behind players from time to time and kill them cruelly for no reason?
In the real HIM's eyes, such behavior was simply extremely absurd and completely meaningless.
It was basically just having a sick brain.
Although the real HIM felt these actions had no meaning, at that time he still could not find a goal worth striving for.
Like this, after going through many complicated events and meeting all kinds of people, the real HIM finally gradually found the goal he should work toward.
Since quite a few players had already seen the real HIM, the fact that HIM truly existed spread among the player community.
Players being players, those who know, know. Just like earlier when players learned about Xu Yuan, many players wanted to crusade against HIM.
At that time, the real HIM, like Xu Yuan back then, did not have overwhelming destructive power.
During that period, the real HIM could be said to have struggled at every step.
Just when he was about to be unable to hold on, he suddenly understood something and thought of a way to improve himself.
He was a concrete form of players' imagination, which meant as long as players could imagine some powerful abilities, he could also gain those powerful abilities.
And what the real HIM needed to do was make players believe he had those abilities. Once this spread among players and they all accepted that he had such abilities, those abilities would also appear on him.
For this, the real HIM racked his brain and made many efforts. Thankfully, effort did not fail the one who worked hard, and results were finally achieved.
From then on, the real HIM seemed like he had cheats turned on, gaining many powerful abilities in a short time.
He also once lost himself because of those powerful abilities and slaughtered living beings.
But at some unknown time, he developed a sense of belonging toward this land where he was.
He began to get tired of war, tired of killing. He did not want to see corpses everywhere, living beings displaced, barely surviving every day in fear in this world.
He wanted to see the beautiful side of this world.
From that time on, he had his final goal.
And from that time on, he had his first contact with D…