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Transmigration to My Minecraft Roleplay

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Maverick Slade was a fairly well-known Minecraft YouTuber. His content was highly engaging, and he was especially known for his captivating roleplays that drew in many viewers. One day... the question spread rapidly: the person who often entertained us... had died, caught in an accident while saving a kitten from an oncoming truck. *** “Ugh... Where am I?” He woke up, finding himself stranded in a strange place. He got up and looked around... His eyes widened. There was nothing—just land. A vast stretch of green plains, like an endless meadow. He stood up and walked barefoot, dressed in ragged clothes. Something blocked his view—a long mane, soft and white as snow. “Is this... my hair?” In his silence, his vision slowly blurred, swallowed by darkness—he collapsed. “Hey! I-Is someone there?” The voice was loud, calling out and yelling to make sure—but unfortunately... the person had already lost consciousness. Footsteps approached. Someone stared at him. “Why is there suddenly someone here? Who is he?” they asked. A young man beside them shook his head. “I don’t know. We have to bring him in.” [This is my Original Fanfiction]
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