A poor kid wanted to play Minecraft, so he bought an incredibly cheap computer at the market. It turned out to be a bomb, complete with shrapnel.
And so, he transmigrated into MC, with all the privileges of a player.
It took him just 0.1 seconds to accept that he had transmigrated. He decided to treat it like a game and keep messing around to his heart's content.
Time didn't pass for him. Steve's body gave him infinite life. He'd always been an optimist, having even made it through the pressure of three years of high school. What could a little heaviness matter?
That was until he noticed the people around him growing old, the city-states falling into ruin, and the curse of the undead irreversibly swallowing the whole world.
Only when he watched his friends turn into Endermen did he finally understand: in this blocky world, it was never his body that could truly be hurt, but his soul.
Until one day...
"Huh? What do you mean this is a server called Terraria?"
"What do you mean all the humans here are beast-eared girls?"
"What do you mean the only pure-blooded human on the whole server is someone called the Doctor?"
"Wait, what does any of this have to do with anything? Is this even the Minecraft I know?"
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