–Prologue –
The Player's Guide To Crafting.
Disclaimer: I don't own Minecraft but I own everything else that I will slowly shape in this story.
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It all began once upon a time…
When The World trembled in anticipation as something within the system of order changed.
Something new, something never seen before nor thought possible took shape…
The mortals of that time saw visions and dreams of Onyx armored Man atop a Horse of nightmares…
A hero? A Demi-God? A murderer? A conqueror?
Such questions plagued the minds of the many lords and Kings that became increasingly aware of something being amiss with their world…
It was as if nature itself had decided to give a hand with the creation of this individual as a Titanic lightning storm engulfed the Whitepeaked mountains of the North in a constant barrage of strikes that carved a huge star-shaped Rune upon the frozen mountain.
As if fate had decided the place of the rune, a final lighting strike caused the hidden Lapiz Crystal in the center of the star to break and activate the summoning Rune.
A beam of Blue light flew straight from the heavens and hit the potent summoning rune with a shower of dazzling light and sparks of interdimensional energy that caused brief bursts of bluish fire to appear around the Kneeling person, the brief light source showed the human-like shape of the Man who came from the heavens.
Taking a deep breath of this new world he had been brought into, he was assailed by memories that weren't his. Brief flashes of battles, strange glimpses of monsters that he had never seen before and humans…it's been a long time since he had seen any humans that weren't already converted into some kind of eldritch abominations or slaves of some monster that he had to exterminate.
"Truly "that Entity" wasn't lying when he said this world was still pure enough for me to lie low for a while until I have returned back to my Prime State. Anyway this was the prize I was payed for my labors of cleansing that unholy realm, I better get back all of my Stuff that I Had to use to purge those monste–" He stopped for a moment as he heard something creep closer to him without making any noise.
He heard a quiet "Tsk" before he jumped back a few meters to create some distance and take stock of his current situation, to his disgust it was a fucking monster. A four legged creature built like a tree stump but with a green coat that failed to hide the horrifying aroma of something foul coming from the two empty eyed of the monster that had dark fumes coming out of its maw.
"Well well well…lo and behold another type of Monster I have never seen before in my long life, truly I can't catch a break can I?" He lamented to himself as he observed the monstrosity in front of him."Well, at least this world that will soon be mine isn't boring at least eh? Greetings monster, my name is Steve but in my long life as an Immortal I have gained many titles…Beastmaster, Exterminator, conqueror, Hero, Villain, traveler of one thousand worlds, and as of the few minutes ago Bane of Outermost layer and God killer…in this world I shall go by my first name. And as for you, you will be joining my "Codex Of The Slayed".
Not waiting for a reply he took off in blur of speed and punched the Monster straight to the gut which send it flying backwards, he grabbed the nearest Rock and threw it at the Monster with all his power, the rock flew straight for open mouth of the monster and blasted straight out of skull and nailed a piece of the skull one on the stonewall.
{Achievement Unlocked: Creeping the Creeper!}
{Achievements unlocked: first monster kill!, one hit kill!, shatter dem bones!, Nail the center piece!, false alarm!, Rock-'n'-roll!}
"This remote World has a achievement system?" He wondered as he observed something he had missed in the corner of his vision, there was a small screen with different functions.
"More surprises, levels, health, mana? Interesting…so this place has magic? Well judging by the runic summoning that brought me here it's more likely to be an archaic ritualistic type that requires sacrifices or a medium…hmm how peculiar." He muttered as his eyes met the broken remains of some type of crystal.
"Potential evidence, Bluish crystal struck by lightning to activate judging by the melted center of the rune." He muttered, collecting a few remaining pieces for future reference.
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It's been a few weeks since then, I have learned much from my exploration into the nearest forest of darkwood…for example: undead are a thing here? I have killed many of them and tried to come up with a possible theory as to why they exist but nothing matches my knowledge from previous worlds, undead are a signs of the corruption of natural order as they rise when the spirits of dead feel unrest or haven't accepted their passage to the land of the dead or when a necromancer foolish enough to play as Master Of The Dead awakens the fallen to do his bidding.
Yet there are no visible signs of the natural order being corrupted by an outside force or a leak of interdimensional energy nor are the undead led by a necromancer, Truly this puzzles me…
"I still hate the undead, every time I have to deal with them they leave a stench on my clothes that is hard to purge without me throwing away my armor and clothes." He muttered as he brought out a piece of cloth he had made from…skinning a wild sheep he had come across a week to clean the iron sword he salvaged from the corpse of a Fallen Zombie warrior he had trapped with a wooden pole to the gut.
"But hey as long as they have some type of loot for me to salvage I have no complaints, this world has strange fruits that can remove the stench of the dead from my equipment." He had found a strange glowing fruit from a vine when he was looking for some strong vines to craft some traps and had come across the body of a skeleton archer being slowly decomposed by the fruits of this cave vine.
"Now judging by the telltale hardened earth and the horseshoe marks I have been following, this road must lead me to the nearest village or settlement…or knowing my luck a battlefield full of deranged Mutants and abominations trying to convert the World into some type of Domain for their masters." He sighed in resignation, he has gotten used to the random bullshit he has been forced to deal with as the favorite "janitor Guy" that people summon when they in their shitty incompetence get their asses and worlds taken.
"Enough with your pessimistic outlook Steve! You're gonna do what you do best and punch the first guy/chick who demands you to serve him." Saying that himself and began jogging towards the place he heard making all sorts of noises.
"Well this a pleasant surprise for a change, its medieval Settlement that reminds me of begone times." He muttered thoughtfully, his eyes darting from object to object taking note of the architecture and the defensive measures against the hordes of monsters and beasts he had come across.
"Well i will give them props for the thick stone walls made from hardened stone bricks and smooth stone for the towers equipped with archaic ballista even tho they look more old then the ones made from the romans, there are archers in the walls with long bows and at least a small company of infantry spearmen and a few swordsmen acting like a blockage at the main doors. Conclusion, judging by the symbols on their chest armor and their stylized pauldrons, this is an easy world to rise at the top of the food chain without the usual politics from corporate types." He muttered as his hand went inside his inventory and brought his exploratory book he had made for each world he had been in.
He crossed five boxes and wrote some ideas on how he was gonna play with this particular settlement.
"Now with which persona should I go? The valiant adventurer? The Hero searching party members for his quest? Or perhaps the unusual Individual in search of his destiny?" He thought to himself as he looked at entrance where different group of people payed a small tribute that looked like copper coins which he had of course salvaged enough from the corpses he had found close to a cave deep in the forest where he had found a strange glowing crystal that made monsters go crazy when they entered the range.
"Let's go with all three this time to keep things interesting." He chuckled to himself as he equipped the helmet he had painstakingly reshaped to look like a stylized version from one of his previous adventures.
He slowly walked out from the shadows of the forest and straight towards the doors of civilization, his calm walk seemed to have the opposite effect on the guards though which became even more visible when he arrived on front of them and saw what had them panicked, he was at least 35 centimeters taller than even their tallest knight which was sitting behind the doorstep.
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'Why are they looking at me like I have grown a second head and started breathing fire and curses at them?' He thought internally to himself as he looked down at the scared guards who were supposed to be fearless in his opinion as the first to buy time Incase of an emergency.
'Well here goes nothing, better they fear me then think I am some kind of trash they can push around.'
"Greetings guards." He spoke calmly with a hint of genuine amusement as he saw them flinch from the deep voice of the giant man.
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"I wish to enter and buy some goods for my next adventure." He spoke again with a hint of agitation when they didn't respond this time.
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"Oy…are you gonna respond or should I make you speak?! I don't have all day here you tongue-locked scaredy cats!" He uttered for the third time, now he can understand the shock of seeing a man that dwarfs you in size and length but he was in a hurry and needed to collect some information on this new world and didn't have time to wait for these laughable guards to get out of their funk.
"15 c-copper coins and Your name, outsider and the reason why you are here!" The knight behind the guards finally found his voice and walked amongst them and began slapping them with his armored gauntlet.
"Finally you speak! I thought I was gonna be here for another hour waiting for you people to find your voice!" He muttered as he brought out the exact amount of coins he had seen the others pay and prepared beforehand."Here name is Steve and I am here to buy some food and resources for my next adventure, Next time I am not gonna be this understanding, I am gonna walk inside and leave you here looking like a bunch of greenhorns."
Leaving the guards behind he walked on the other side of the door and stared ahead at bustling city that wouldn't look out of place in the 17th century. Horses, donkeys, mules, dogs and cats and Humans who for once didn't look like something out of a horror game set on a post apocalyptic world.
He saw blacksmiths hitting hot iron with their hammers, carriages full of grass being unloaded by Stone golems and converted into bags–w-wait hold one for a second what?!
Correction to first observation, he saw Blacksmiths which had one of their Arms fully converted into a prosthetic-type powered by blue crystals(AHA i was right!) Hitting hot iron with a magic Hammer that caused the impurities of the iron to be purged with each hit, carriages that had strange looking horses with glowing eyes which were twice the size of normal horse pulling what looked at first like normal grass but from a careful observation it seems to be strips from some type of Vegetation. The stone golems were using a round ball that they had in their hands to reshape the strange stripes into leather bags.
"Correction to first theory, this world doesn't just use ritualistic type magic but also basic mana manipulation following the laws of thermodynamics."
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