Azathoth's different dimension chat group

"Herobrine! Why are you so stubborn! This is a world created by us! It is a world created by the two of us brothers! Why are you like this!"

Notch held the weapon in his hand and asked the "Creation God" with white eyes opposite him with a trace of hope in his heart: "Can you just bear to watch them destroy?! Can you just bear to destroy them?!"

HIM held the sword in his hand and swung it towards the bald man opposite him with a bolt of thunder and lightning that could easily destroy a weak world. He said disdainfully: "Ha! I'm tired of this world! I don't want to either.

Let’s continue creating in this place!”

"I was born to destroy!!!"

He casually scattered the thunder and lightning of heavenly punishment, and after sighing, Notch finally understood everything. He knew that as the creator gods of creation and destruction, they would definitely end up in trouble because of the final destination of this source world.

Choose to part ways.

“But I was born to create!!!”

Notch also shouted loudly and rushed forward to do what he least wanted to do - engage in a life-and-death battle with his brother!

Even if they become the creation gods, they are still under the control of this world system, and they cannot fight against their own destiny. Or they themselves are the destiny, or... they have decided their own destiny with their own hands!

This battle was fought in darkness, and almost half of the entire Source World was destroyed. Fortunately, this is a "Source World". Otherwise, if the entire world collapsed, it would be a catastrophe that could affect other parallel worlds!

In the end, HIM was defeated by Notch, but he was unable to completely destroy HIM, because gods at their level cannot die, nor can they be truly sealed, and can only be exiled or suppressed forever.

Notch, who looked almost like a beggar, but was actually not injured at all, took HIM, whose consciousness had been suppressed by him, in his hand, and said a few words to the surrounding air cubes: "Jeb,

I know you have been watching the show, and from now on you will manage this world system, and I will always suppress this restless guy from now on."

After that, Notch took HIM and disappeared into the "origin world".

"From now on...it depends on you..."

"Um!"

The phantom in the sky that looked somewhat similar to "Zeus" responded imperceptibly to the source world where the two brothers had completely disappeared.

"Don't worry... I will take care of 303, Null and the others..."

"...Although it is very troublesome."

Jeb looked at the guys around him——

A red-eyed virus, dressed in white.

A white eye hole, the whole body is dark.

A skeleton mage, wearing a purple robe.

A withered skeleton holding a giant sword.

"Oh~ I didn't want to be like this..."

In the end, Jeb sighed and began to confront the four gods!

"Remove 'Entity 303'!"

"Beep! Removal failed!"

"Remove 'Null'!"

"Beep! The command is invalid!"

"Remove the 'Undead..."

"Beep! Command interrupted!"

"Remove..."

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"Um...where is this?"

On an open grassland, a guy with a square head and a square brain gradually regained the clarity in his eyes that a normal person should have. At this moment, he was standing under a big tree at a loss.

"You're here, kid..."

"who!"

Listening to the voice coming from nowhere, the square-headed guy looked around all of a sudden, as if he wanted to find the guy who made the sound.

"Don't worry," the kind voice comforted him, "I'm here to guide you to survive."

"Survival?" he asked puzzledly, "What is survival?"

The voice replied: "Survival... means finding the meaning of life, finding a goal and then struggling to survive for that goal, and bravely pursuing your own truth."

"Here, you can create and destroy, you can go wherever you want, and you can also do something you want to do...and the origin of all things -"

A mysterious force guided him to look at the big tree.

"——This is it!"

He stared blankly at the big tree, seeming to see the origin of life, the asxs. and the end of all stories in it, and his hands unconsciously raised, and his clenched fists were driven by a more mysterious force.

with...

But in the end he put down his fist, and he didn't know whether it was to the voice or to himself, but he raised a question——

"who I am?"

In an instant, the whole world stopped.

But the voice was still gentle, but it had a hint of sadness that was not easy to detect.

"Steve"

"Me? Steve?"

Steve looked at his hands, his expression unchanged, except that a flash of white light suddenly flashed in his blue-purple pupils, but it was suppressed by some mysterious power.

Suddenly he punched the big tree, and a small but obvious crack suddenly appeared on the one-meter-diameter tree. When his fist left the trunk, the crack resumed, as if the punch just now was a fight.

Dream.

"What's this?"

Steve was a little dazed

"This is a law—a law unique to this world system."

The voice explained dutifully.

"The laws we create together."

But he didn't say this sentence.

Except for answering when Steve was confused, the voice was as silent as inanimate matter at other times.

Steve also continued to explore and the voice prompted him to gradually understand one of the keys to survival in this unfamiliar world - to get rich, first cut down the tree.

Looking at the log in his hand, Steve suddenly felt as if he had understood something. Without the guidance of the voice, he opened his backpack by himself, and at the same time he saw a square grid-like thing.

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Relying on some unknown force, Steve successfully obtained some wooden boards, and also synthesized some wooden sticks, buttons, wooden pressure gauges and workbenches.

But Steve knew that only the workbench and wooden sticks were useful among the things he synthesized, and other things were temporarily unavailable. However, Steve didn't know how he knew. Anyway, he just had such a feeling.

Bar?

After synthesizing a three-piece set (wooden sword, wooden sword, and wooden axe), Steve began to use the remaining wooden boards to build a simple house, which we commonly call a matchbox.

Looking at the manuscript in his hand, Steve suddenly felt a little dazed, because he no longer knew what he should do next, so he could only stay silent in this small matchbox.

"The long road to creation begins with logs and develops from foundation stones. In deep caves, we dig out the iron ore that shines with the glory of creation. We use the power of destruction to obtain something more solid. We dig out the shining mysterious black crystals that lead to the netherworld."

stone……"

That voice came again, and it was like a beacon guiding Steve as he stumbled forward in this world.

Steve suddenly realized it, and he began to go out to find exposed rocks, waving the fragile wooden pickaxe in his hand, and collected the necessary round stones on the road to promotion from the earth, and successfully entered the "Stone Age".

After obtaining the cobblestone, Steve followed the prompts of the voice and found a block in a deep mine with a texture slightly different from that of the stone. In addition, there was a block with a similar texture next to it, except that

But black squares appeared, and Steve knew clearly - these were iron ore and coal mines.

Waving the stone pickaxe in his hand, the yellow-green experience balls and fallen blocks were sucked into Steve's body in an instant. He saw the harvest this time - fourteen pieces of iron and more than twenty pieces of coal.

and level 3 experience.

Looking at the sun that had already set on the horizon outside the cave, Steve seemed to hear the low groan of some kind of creature, as well as the sound of bones colliding with each other.

Suddenly he caught a glimpse of white, but it was not what he wanted to see, and he also heard a strange sound like drawing a bow. Along with the constant "gurgling" around him, he had an unpleasant feeling in his heart.

.

"Boom!"

A flash of silver light flew towards Steve, but he nimbly dodged it.

Just after dodging this bunch of arrows, Steve saw a large rain of arrows shooting at Steve from the pile of skeletons, but what was slightly embarrassing was...

"Oh! Made! Do you want to die?"

"You're blind! You can't even shoot at such a big man across from me! Shoot me in the back of the head! Go to hell!"

"Ho~~~"

This group of skeletons and several zombies got into a melee, and Steve seemed to hear "kind regards" between them for each other's families.

He doesn't know why he can understand the words of these undead, but Steve only has one idea now - go home and stay as far away from these monsters as possible in the dark night!

"Hiss~bang!"

In the process of escaping, Steve was accidentally injured by a green monster with a reminiscent shape.

After finally returning to the small matchbox, the faint light from the torch supported the hope in Steve's heart - the hope that originated from the desire to survive deep in his heart.

"Huh~ I'm finally back..."

Looking at the wooden board and listening to the roars and quarrels of the monsters outside the door, Steve was a little confused at this moment. He didn't know what he was going to do now. He only knew how to avoid and search.

, he seems to only know how to survive in this world full of blocks, but ignores the true meaning of survival...

"Use cobblestones as furnaces, use coal fire to calcine solid steel, use the power of law to forge a protective armor and attack weapons, use a brave heart to attack the enemy, and bravely survive here for dreams and goals.

…”

Following the prompts from that voice, Steve made a furnace, smelted iron ingots, made a pair of iron breastplates and an iron sword, and then he mustered up the courage to rush out of this place that he thought was incomparable.

Safe "matchbox".

The monsters around saw Steve rushing out of the house and started rushing towards him without any hesitation. Countless white, green, and black figures gathered in front of Steve in an instant.

Countless spiders, creepers, zombies, noobs and witches all started indiscriminate attacks and melees in this extremely chaotic situation. The scene can almost be said to be "a chaotic dance of demons", with few monsters actually attacking at all.

Steve.

Seeing this scene, Steve also took the opportunity to rush forward, relying on his flexible movement and strong fighting skills to clear the monsters. He didn't know where his fighting talent came from...

Soon, daytime arrived.

The scene of "the dance of demons" has completely disappeared under Steve's frantic clearing of monsters and the sunlight, leaving only a few remaining hostile creatures, as well as the loot and experience dropped by countless monsters on the ground.

After chopping down a few sheep, Steve got some more mutton and wool on the battlefield, just in time to go back and replenish his satiety.

Back home, Steve sat on the bed he had just made, chewing on the cooked lamb that had just been taken out of the furnace. His thoughts gradually began to become clearer. He had already understood part of the meaning of "survival" in this battle.

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"Beep! The chat group is loading..."

In the silence, Steve suddenly heard another voice. He was sure that this voice was definitely different from the one that guided him from the beginning!

"Who is it again?"

"Forget it, it doesn't matter who it is."

Steve raised his head, looked around and murmured to himself.

"We're the only ones here anyway."

He could feel that there was really only him and that voice here, maybe it was just an unnecessary hallucination he had?

"Beep! Loading successful!"