Terraria Calamity, Don’t Blame Me for Playing Dirty

[Terraria fanfiction, extremely poor writing. It has some original content, but to sum it up: a pile of garbage.]

When he woke up, Qin Feng discovered he had transmigrated into his favorite game, Terraria.

“Looking at my scrawny little body, I'd better play it safe before worrying about anything else!”

“First, I need to make sure I can afford potions and fried chicken.”

“How am I supposed to live without a few buckets of lava by the front door?”

“Another day of missing the Mage's Hand.”

Actually... isn't the Angler's foul mouth part of his charm?

“Painting is evil, ahhhhh!”

The boy thought this was just the game he knew so well... but in the end, he discovered it was all part of a plot that had been brewing for who knows how long!

Following a path laid out by someone else... blindly sticking to the rules... thinking he knew best...

What would he ultimately face, achieve, witness, and lose?