This World Is Made of Blocks

My name is Xiong Zijie. Before the apocalypse, I was just an ordinary student.

Spiritual qi revival, evil spirits descending, and bizarre rule-based horror scenarios running rampant. I died in a strange hallway. The moment the thing behind me laid a hand on my shoulder, I thought it was all over.

But when I opened my eyes again, I found I had the abilities of an MC block man: punching trees barehanded, crafting at a workbench, storing items in an inventory, and a Creator God System that could take me across the myriad worlds. The System promised that for every world I saved from straying off course, all the abilities I gained there would be condensed into a card of their own. Once I gathered enough cards, I could return to my original world with all my powers and snatch my family back from those bizarre rule-based horrors.

In the post-apocalyptic wasteland, mutated creatures ran rampant and a mysterious Mother Entity slaughtered the humans awakening the spark of power. I mass-produced iron armor and swords with a furnace and workbench, then led eight hundred battered survivors from their settlement to fight my way straight through the Mother Entity's lair.

In the Spirit Energy Dynasty, evil spirits occupied the imperial capital and the royal bloodline had died out. I awakened my spiritual meridians, strode into the palace with my sword, and hacked my way to a world of peace and justice, one spirit at a time.

While everyone else was still struggling to survive, I'd already used the original recipes to craft a diamond sword.

While others trembled in fear before the evil spirits, I was busy scooping the Mother Entity's bodily fluids into an iron bucket.