In a void of supposed nothingness, a burst of expanding light appeared. In its brilliance, a land of perfect cube materialized– of hundred of meters– This land consists of cubes, each 1 meter * 1 meter * 1 meter or 1 meter cubed. From the lands of the cube changed its property to a dirt, then the dirt block in contact with air becomes grass block, beneath the grasses and dirt, stones replaced dirt, other rocks replaced stones, coal and other ores replaced the rocks.
And that's the end of how the minecraft world is made.
After an unknown amount of time from out of empty air, pixels virtualized, and then a person. A cubic person that wouldn't be strange in this place, foot and arms are rectangular, and its "clothes" rather than clothes might just be like a tattoo or different colored skins, light blue tops, a pair of blue trousers and a black shoes.
Its face of permanent stillness, light-swallowing eyes and a flat nose that is just a few pixels of deeper tone. Then his eyes changed properties, a normal blue eyes with white Sclera
It staggered for a moment, it tried to catch itself but its rigid movements– as if unfamiliar with its body – made him stumble face first. It wants to yelp but no sound comes out. Finally looking at itself he realised something
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What's happening? Where am I?
A genderless voice echoed in my head. The endless void and the plain grass before my feet fell to my eye. This is weird
I remembered sleeping and the next thing I'm here. Think, What am I doing before I fall asleep?
Downloading a modpack in Minecraft… I remembered installing a modified skyblock out of boredom, and then seeing it's low mods content, I downloaded interesting looking mods. Bloating it to 400ish mods… and one thing that peeks my interest is one called "Realistic Minecraft: More Better Minecraft"
And now I'm here, a world full of blocks and an abyss of a sky. Breath in, no air sucked. Breath out, no air comes out of my lungs. Shaking my heat at the increasing dread inside of me –if whether I'm still a human or not–
But I must first check my surroundings, I don't want to have an existential crisis while being eaten by a zombie. While there's no visible light source, I can still see– a possible explanation is me installing a QOL mod called "Infinite Night Vision", a handy tool –there's nothing but on a further look, there's a brown spot a hundred meters away, an extra chest from the start.
I commanded my now blocky leg to move and it moved, from left to right, jogging for a few minutes until I arrived at the oak chest. Using my blocky arms– that still function like one plus added bonus of a full rotation –I opened the heavy lid of the oak chest, and from it a brilliant light illuminated the surrounding void. From the chest, 32 items lined perfectly in a 4 by 6 grid. It's a standard item pool, but a few notable modded items caught my attention.
A Transmutation Tablet from projectE
Ring of Seven Curses from Engimatic Legacy
and a Flimsy Journal from Iron's Spell and Spellbooks
I couldn't help but shed a few tears as there's also an oak sapling and some carrots and potatoes. Of course the Three modded items are good too, but not in survival, if there's nothing you can sacrifice in the Transmutation Tablet then it's meaningless. Ring of Seven Curse? I'm contemplating to even throw it in the void, and the Flimsy Journal reinforces me of magical mods.
Now where to put it…
I shouted in my head a few keywords such as "Inventory", "Settings", and even "E" in case there was a keybind, but nothing appeared. Sighing to myself, I picked up a book. It didn't suddenly transport into some personal space or anything like that, and while it looked heavy, it was surprisingly light.
Putting it down on the trimmed grass, I observed the chest. The stack where the books were stored—marked as "3x" in the sixteenth slot—dropped to "2x".
I then mentally tried to pick the last two remaining books, and pick I did. A single book materialized in my hand, and at the upper-left corner of it, a small "2x" indicator was displayed.
Further experimentation confirmed it. When I dropped it—imagining it falling to the ground—the previous book lying on the grass updated to "3x".
Picking up an oak log from the chest, I expected it to weigh me down, but it was just as light as the book. To confirm my assumption, I tried tossing it into the air, but failed to catch it in time. Instead of landing, it hovered a few inches above the ground.
News: Local man discovers gravity and item dropping.
Different from the book I had intentionally placed, which rested firmly on the grass, the log remained suspended 3 inches before the ground.
A mod might be affecting this—or maybe it's simply a feature of this place.
I mentally guided the log in my hand toward the ground, and as its stack count decreased, a perfect cube of oak wood appeared on the designated grass block.
Plopping down and leaning against the chest, I looked at my now cube hands, at my cube feet, and the cube world around me. Sighing, I touched my cubic stomach and felt nothing but emptiness—a quiet, gnawing sign of hunger.
I'm hungry. I'm exhausted. I…
I just want to disappear.
Curling into myself against the open world, I closed my eyes and tried to rest my mind.
And then I remembered why I even decided to play Minecraft again.
The heartache from another failed job attempt. The growing distance between me and Sarah. The loans piling up at home, money slipping away as my alcoholic father and my hopeless, obedient mother burned through everything my sister and I worked for.
I left before I could do something I'd regret.
I told myself I just needed air. Space. Time to cool off.
So I bought some glazed donuts—her favorite—thinking maybe I could fix things. Instead what I see is her being glazed as her back arch for my best friend.
In which I then eat the donut toward an Internet Cafe, booking a private room I doomscrolled for lah a hour, before booting modded minecraft, a modpack from a previous user by the cafe, and which I decided to mess by introducing even more mods… and now I'm here, a place where no one will care for me— as if anyone will even do so —a snort barely escaped before I cried myself to sleep
the grass is cold… but comforting
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Time passed meaninglessly in the Void, but not within the cube land suspended inside it. He who called himself Steve had already transformed the land into forests and mountains, a small pond filled with greenery sitting at the center of the cube world, while a stone road connected it to a simple wooden house made from blocks of varying purposes.
Inside that house, Steve continued working.
Aside from the stubble of beard he had grown, nothing about him showed any real sign of aging. His clothes remained the same, and even his body seemed untouched by time, which was strange considering he had already been here for almost a decade.
But before understanding what Steve had become, one must first understand what he had been doing in this god-forsaken land.
He didn't just survive here, he thrived. After he managed to steady himself from the initial shock of arrival, he began experimenting with the world instead of panicking over it, testing its limits and systems one step at a time. He sacrificed every item of value into the Transmutation Tablet, converting everything he could into EMC, then began a simple but repeating cycle of planting trees, harvesting them, and feeding the results back into the system until his resources steadily increased.
Eventually, that cycle became second nature.
Another discovery came when he went underground. There were mines beneath the surface, and while no monsters spawned, there was always this subtle and persistent feeling of being watched that made his trips shorter than they should have been. Still, the resources were there, and that was enough.
With time, he gathered ingots, and with ingots came experimentation, and from experimentation came structure. He developed small systems through trial and error, including a leaf-and-cauldron method for generating water and setups that allowed him to process stone into lava, eventually looping it back into infinite cobblestone production.
Infinite cobblestone became the foundation of everything.
From there, he began crafting manual books for various mods, slowly expanding his understanding of how the world behaved. Most advanced items were locked behind crafting scrolls, either crafted, dropped, or found, but since mobs never spawned and structures never appeared, those routes were effectively closed off to him.
It was a strange limitation of the world, almost as if it was intentionally restricting certain kinds of progression. He documented this extensively, writing everything down in books he kept in the house, filling page after page with observations, inconsistencies, and theories.
The most important thing he discovered, however, was that the land itself seemed protected. There was a kind of invisible shielding around the cube world, something he could not interact with directly, but could clearly observe whenever something tried to enter from outside.
And something was trying again.
Right now.
A being pressed against the barrier from the Void, its form incomprehensible and constantly shifting, as if it couldn't decide what shape it wanted to exist in. Its movement was not chaotic though, but methodical, almost intelligent, as millions of tentacle-like extensions spread across the unseen surface of the shield, mapping it, testing it, searching for any weakness it could exploit.
Unlike most of the voidborn he had seen before, this one was different. It wasn't just reacting—it was learning.
Then it attempted something more direct, trying to consume the barrier itself as if reality could simply be eaten through persistence.
Steve watched it from inside the house, already understanding what was going to happen. He closed his eyes before it even ended.
The World Defense Mechanism activated, and for a brief moment, something like pressure passed through the edge of existence itself before the voidborn simply stopped moving, as if it had been removed from the concept of existence entirely.
No explosion. No aftermath. Just absence where something had been.
A silent collapse echoed through the Void, and then everything returned to stillness.
Steve opened his eyes again, then made another note in his book.
—Day 3918 MCE: Bloodsteel—
"I accidentally put my hand in lava—definitely not to test fire damage," he wrote, though the phrasing in his notes always felt a bit too honest to be fully believable even to himself. It came off easily, and for the first time in a while, he actually felt pain.
After eating a few god apples, the arm was as good as new, and in place of what was lost, a reddish ingot remained. He called it Bloodsteel.
It was harder than diamond, tested through the classic sword-falling-against-another-sword method, and it cut cleaner too, sharper in a way that felt almost unnatural. It also cost less in terms of resources, which made it more useful than most materials he had created so far.
The only downside was that it had no EMC value.
Possibly because it was tied to his blood.
The crafting process itself was simple, but unpleasant. Blood and iron mixed together under heat, forming an alloy that carried a faint hemorrhage effect when used against a target. It was weak, easily countered, especially since a cleansing apple—a rare drop from the Better Tree Mod—could completely nullify it.
Further testing was delayed due to what he wrote down as "mental trauma caused by alloy creation," though he didn't elaborate beyond that.
Another interesting theory came afterward. He began considering whether blood from different beings would affect the outcome, and whether the properties of the alloy would shift depending on its source, or if what he had created was unique only to him.
He really needed to consider the other dimensions