Liz's spawn point was a small island spanning just a few thousand square meters—for reference, a standard soccer field is about 7,140 square meters.
Calling it an "island" might be misleading, though. There was no ocean surrounding it—just nothing. Beyond the horizon lay a void of pure chaos. In fact, Liz tested his "immortality" by jumping straight into that abyss.
Yet, gravity existed here. Logically, an object this small couldn't generate such force… but when Liz looked up, the sky was perfectly blue, dotted with clouds and a blazing sun.
—Totally unscientific.
Then again, this world wasn't built on "science." According to the knowledge implanted in Liz's mind, this was a realm crafted by Minecraft's rules—a game world. And in this world, absurdity was perfectly normal.
Everyone knew MC was a sandbox game with insane freedom. This starter island was meant to be a blank canvas for Liz to eventually build castles… except right now, it was too tiny and resource-starved. To expand it, he'd need to:
"Level up" in other worlds to increase the island's size and resources.
"Broaden his knowledge" to unlock more crafting recipes.
"Recruit villagers" from other worlds for labor.
No system forced him to do any of this, but if this was his private world, neglecting it would be downright weird.
"Time to explore." After dying once and respawning under a tree, Liz began scouting the island.
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Thirty seconds later: Exploration complete.
…Well, it was only a few thousand square meters. One glance covered everything.
A medium-sized tree (species unknown) stood at the center. No fruit, so climbing for food was pointless.
A small pond at one edge solved short-term water needs—though Liz didn't realize it was MC's infinite water source yet.
Patches of grass barely qualified the terrain as "plains."
With the surface scouted, real work began.
"To get rich, first punch wood." Liz blurted the phrase instinctively, marching to the tree.
Then… how?
"Where's my starter pack?!"
No tools. Just the clothes on his back.
No superhuman strength. Just a Level 1 newbie's physique.
His innate abilities?
Kissing to recruit teammates—useless right now.
"Praying" to warp to new worlds—too lame to use immediately.
Respawn immortality—sure, but dying repeatedly to chop wood? Even gamers had pride.
"Guess I'm relying on this cheat…" Liz hadn't forgotten his MC-style game system.
No pop-up menus. No stat screens. No annoying tutorial fairy. But the power was there.
Channeling that energy into his hands, Liz—
Thud-thud-thud-thud!
—crouched like an idiot, punching the tree's base.
"At least my hands don't hurt…? System OP." He smirked, glad no one saw this humiliation.
Then—"Huh?" The trunk cracked where he'd punched.
Abruptly, the entire log popped loose and vanished into him.
"..." Silence.
Punching trees? Fine. Without it, he'd starve in MC.
"Absorbing" logs? Cool. He felt them enter an "inventory."
But the tree's floating canopy?! Why's the accuracy so damn high?!
"Thank god this world isn't pixelated…" Sighing, Liz kept punching until the whole trunk was gone.
He even stacked harvested logs to reach higher spots—classic MC logic. Irregular bark became perfectly square wooden blocks after inventory processing.
With the trunk cleared (floating leaves ignored), next step:
"…Craft planks." Turn logs into wooden boards.
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"…Craft a workbench." Assemble planks into a crafting table.
No "spells" were needed—just vocalizing helped focus his intent.
Liz placed the workbench on the ground.
"..." More silence.
The wooden frame made sense, but… since when did it have iron clamps, saws, hammers, and rulers?!
"Screw it. Wooden pickaxe first." His bare hands couldn't make one, but the workbench could.
Pickaxe in hand, Liz immediately dug into the ground. Stone Age, here we go!
Bonk!
Whether Newton actually got hit by an apple was debatable, but Liz definitely just did.
"..." Silence³.
He'd sworn the tree had no fruit earlier. Yet an apple fell from nowhere as the leaves despawned.
…Yeah, adjusting to this world would take time.