Chapter 2 – The Bubble
The void was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that made Adrian itch for background noise—maybe elevator music, maybe the sound of someone chewing too loudly, anything. But no, all he got was endless darkness, stitched together with stars that weren't stars, and a silence so heavy it made his ears ring.
Adrian floated there, glowing faintly like a human-shaped nightlight, staring down at his hands. They weren't flesh anymore. Not really. They pulsed with strange patterns, swirling like galaxies stuffed into skin.
"So… I died twice," he muttered. "Once to a truck with baby legs, and the second time to an alien pig and a clown. Now I'm glowing like a glow stick at a rave. Normal. Totally normal. My mom would be proud."
No one answered. The void didn't do punchlines.
He pinched his chin, which thankfully still felt like a chin. "Okay, Adrian. You're… what's the word? Oh right, omniscient. Creator-level. Supposed to make your own world now."
He held out his palm. Power thrummed there, humming like a restless engine. He imagined something small. Manageable. And before his eyes, a bubble of light blossomed, no bigger than his hand. It shimmered like glass dipped in sunlight, yet he could feel the infinity packed inside.
"…Huh," he whispered. "It worked. Infinite reality, tiny marble. Guess I'm basically playing with cosmic Legos now."
The bubble pulsed as if responding. Within, raw void shifted, folding and twisting until something began to take shape. Land. Water. Skies.
But Adrian raised a finger. "Hold up, let's not get crazy. Ground rules first."
The bubble froze, awaiting his words. And Adrian—suddenly realizing he was writing the laws of an entire omniverse—snorted. "Oh God, I'm basically Mojang now. If Mojang had the power to delete people by sneezing."
He started pacing across invisible nothing, gesturing with his hands as if giving a TED Talk to the void.
"Rule one: only one Minecraft world. One. Singular. Uno. No second seeds, no 'New World (2).' I'm not about to manage backups like some server admin."
The bubble flared in agreement, locking into a single massive sphere of infinite land.
"Rule two: all dimensions exist, but inside this one world. Nether, End, Aether, Twilight Forest, all that modded nonsense. One hub, endless doors. Like a cosmic theme park, but with more lava pits."
Lava rivers flowed into being within the bubble, veins of red glowing through black stone. Across the horizon, mountains twisted, oceans frothed, and floating islands hovered like shards of a broken sky.
Adrian watched, then whistled. "Looks like a Minecraft fever dream. Perfect."
"Rule three…" He tapped his lip. "Life. Let's make it spicy. Villagers, animals, mobs—they'll exist like always. But one in a million gets skills. And sometimes? Sentience. Random evolution. Basically Pokémon, but scarier."
Cows flickered into existence in the fields, chickens scattered, and a lonely zombie shuffled along a shoreline. The randomness was clear—some glowed faintly with potential, others were just dinner.
"Rule four: Players. Yeah, those idiots. They'll come from their own universes with VR headsets, thinking it's just a game. Surprise, kiddos, it's real now. Out of trillions, only one in a million gets special powers. Congrats, you're basically chosen by RNGesus."
The bubble rippled, forming pathways—threads that connected it to countless other universes, each vibrating with potential. Adrian grinned. "Multiversal multiplayer. Suck it, Fortnite."
He scratched his head. "Okay, authority system. Gotta rank this mess."
Letters of light etched themselves across the void as he spoke:
Rank 5: Villagers, animals, mobs without sentience.
Rank 4: Players without skills.
Rank 3: Sentient creatures or skilled players.
Rank 2: Demigods, high-level skill users.
Rank 1: Gods—those who carve their own domains and ascend.
"Perfect," Adrian said. "Nice and unfair. Just like real life."
The bubble stabilized, humming gently like it approved. For a moment, Adrian let himself drift closer, peering into his creation. It was beautiful in its own ridiculous, blocky way.
Then he heard it.
A voice. Smooth, feminine, clear as crystal, echoing both inside his head and outside it.
[Initialization complete. World Bubble stabilized.]
Adrian spun in midair. "Hello?!"
Out of the void, light twisted, forming into a woman's silhouette. Tall, regal, made of starlight and shadow. Her eyes glowed like twin galaxies, staring at him with calm indifference.
[Designation recognized: Creator. A system must exist to balance creation.]
Adrian blinked. "…Did the void just give me Clippy from Microsoft Word, but hot?"
The figure tilted her head, unfazed. [I am the Voice of the Cosmo. I shall regulate, manage, and guide evolution within your world.]
"Voice of the Cosmo, huh?" Adrian scratched his cheek. "Fancy. So you're like… my world's admin? The Siri of the omniverse?"
She did not laugh. In fact, she looked at him like laughter was a foreign concept. [Correction: I am function. I am balance. I obey the Creator.]
He floated closer, grinning. "Well, Voice, if you're gonna be stuck with me forever, at least try to loosen up. I'm Adrian."
Her eyes shimmered faintly. [Adrian. Creator. Both designations are valid.]
"Great," he said, clapping his hands. "So, Voice of the Cosmo—welcome to existence. Together, we're gonna make the weirdest Minecraft world anyone's ever seen."
The bubble pulsed, brighter than before, as if agreeing. Adrian folded his arms, looking down at the vast infinite world below, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Creator X," he whispered, testing the name. "Yeah. That sounds badass."
The Voice of the Cosmo watched him quietly, then bowed. [Then it begins.]