The fading rays of the setting sun filtered through the gaps between the trees, casting a thin veil of crimson silk over everything. Even the sharply outlined clouds in the sky seemed tinged with a hint of warm orange.
Mo had just woken up, and a wave of confusion swept over him. Slowly, three of the great ultimate questions of philosophy rose to the surface of his mind:
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I supposed to do?
His memory still lingered at the moment right before his death.
If he remembered correctly, he had been giving his last words to his sister. Yet in the blink of an eye, here he was, somehow in a completely different place.
And it was obvious this wasn't Earth.
Everywhere he looked, the entire world was made up of blocks.
"No way... Did I actually transmigrate?"
Staring at the blocky landscape before him, Mo was deeply shocked. As a hardcore Minecraft player, he recognized it immediately—this was the Overworld, the main world of MC. Sure, in his past life he had often half-jokingly wished things like "No regrets entering MC this life; in the next, may I be a block person", but he had never seriously thought his wish would actually come true.
"Following the game's progression... the first thing I should do now is probably punching trees, right?"
Since it was a world he was intimately familiar with, Mo quickly gathered himself and locked his eyes onto a nearby square-shaped tree.
However, just as he was about to act, a serious problem struck him.
"Wait a minute..."
Mo hesitated and looked down at his palm.
"Am I seriously supposed to claw at that tree barehanded? Can that even work?"
But before he could think further, a sudden sharp pain ripped through his brain. In a daze, Mo even thought he heard the sound of his soul being torn in half. Then, with a flash of white light, a figure appeared abruptly before him—a blocky, pixelated human.
"...!?"
Mo jumped in fright at the sudden appearance, but almost immediately, a strange feeling of familiarity welled up inside him.
It was as if some dormant instinct had been awakened. An understanding rose in his heart—and then, astonishingly, a second vision opened up in his mind: Steve's first-person perspective, something every *Minecraft* player knew by heart.
Health bar, hunger bar, inventory, even a mini-map from a mod—it was all there, crystal clear.
Through Steve's first-person view, Mo could even see himself standing not far away.
"Uh, what..."
Mo stared blankly at the blocky figure in front of him, an absurd thought flashing through his mind:
"Don't tell me... I awakened Steve as my Stand?"
The concept of "Stand" originally came from an anime—essentially the physical projection of a person's subconscious mind.
Mo suspected that maybe he loved *Minecraft* too much, and that's why he had awakened a Steve Stand.
And almost instinctively, Mo found he could command this Stand effortlessly—even more smoothly than when he had controlled Steve in the actual game.
_Ah... ahahaha! A cheat ability, here we go!_
Looking at his Stand Steve, Mo felt a thrill of joy unlike anything he had ever experienced.
It was the kind of pure bliss you might feel on a freezing winter day, with snow swirling outside, when you didn't have to work and could just stay home and enjoy hot pot—a pleasure so deep it seemed to tremble through the soul.
With Steve at his side, Mo's lingering worries melted away.
He quickly got moving again.
First order of business: punch some trees.
Mo commanded Steve to approach the tree. With a swing of Steve's right hand, the tree quickly broke apart into several wood blocks, which Steve absorbed into his inventory.
Then, with a thought, Mo opened Steve's backpack.
While crafting planks and a workbench, he took the opportunity to examine Steve's inventory—and immediately noticed a distinct off-hand slot.
In the game, this slot was usually where players equipped shields.
Seeing this, Mo had a rough guess about things.
Any veteran knew that *Minecraft* had many different versions.
The older versions—like classic Java and Bedrock editions—were plain and straightforward, with battles relying purely on hand speed.
Newer versions introduced lots of new equipment and features—like shields, sweeping edge swords, and more.
If this world had a "version," Mo figured it had to be at least post-1.12.
But very soon, he realized he had guessed wrong.
Because after making a wooden pickaxe, digging deep for stone, and crafting a full set of stone tools, Mo encountered a zombie that tried to ambush him.
Sure, he had killed countless zombies in the game.
But this wasn't a game anymore, and facing real combat for the first time, Mo couldn't help feeling nervous.
So he controlled Steve to swing his sword like crazy, and the sword swung at an absolutely ridiculous speed. Before the zombie could even hit the ground, it was hacked apart mid-air, letting out a shriek and dropping a piece of rotten flesh.
"Good lord... even Yasuo doesn't swing his sword that fast..."
Mo couldn't help but quip, while also silently discarding his earlier theory.
Steve's attack speed seemed more like the mechanics from 1.7, which suggested that this world didn't belong to any specific version. Rather, it was a fusion of many different version features.
Thinking that, Mo began exploring the surroundings.
The world he was in was an extremely pure *Minecraft* world, almost identical to the game.
The sun was square, the clouds were square, even the trees and dirt were built from perfect 1m×1m cubes. Everything was so neat and orderly, the entire land looking like an endless sandbox—a toy in the hands of some god.
Mo had spawned in a forest.
Not a bad spawn point, at least he wouldn't have to worry about finding wood.
Since night was approaching, Mo didn't wander far.
Instead, he cleared out some trees around him.
He planned to build a small house for the night, and as the tree leaves decayed, maybe he could also get a few apples for dinner.
But then something unexpected happened.
While Steve was cutting down trees, he stumbled upon a strange clump of plants hidden beneath one of them.
Breaking it apart caused a massive pile of odd fruits and vegetables to spill out—things like cucumbers, broccoli, cabbages, raspberries, waxberries, grapes—filling nearly half of Steve's backpack.
_"Huh?"_
Seeing all this, Mo paused, puzzled.
"Is this... Pam's HarvestCraft?"
Thinking about it, Mo's expression turned a bit strange.
Back when he had noticed the mini-map mod earlier, he hadn't thought much of it.
But now, seeing Pam's HarvestCraft appearing too, Mo couldn't help but remember that weird noise he had heard while giving his last words...
"Don't tell me... someone made my dying wishes into a modpack!?"
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