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In the hushed corners of contemplation, a voice resonated, pondering the unfolding day to shake off the looming threat of monotony. However, these introspective musings tiptoed on the paradox of time, sidestepping the elusive "Sense" that could define past, present, or future. As the voice's possessor plunged into profound thought, or at least pretended to, a glint sparked in eyes defying conventional description – eyes of nothingness, perhaps. "Interesting. Someone who could truly perceive and grapple with the concept of my existence," the voice quipped, its prior contemplation replaced by a smirk. This entity, an amalgamation of extreme allure and repulsiveness, defied comprehension with its indescribable nature. Laughter erupted, echoing with amusement as if the being had been birthed by an external force, unveiling access to an unimaginable world. A world made conceivable by the individual attempting to grasp the essence of the being from the inception of this peculiar synopsi... ... "HA HA HA HA HA HA... You indeed are a fascinating individual. HA HA HA HA HA..." reverberated through the metaphysical space. Now, it was the being's turn. "It's my turn now," the being declared with a smirk, weaving a narrative that unveiled the author's predicament – a narrative of the fanfiction "In Minecraft or...?" "As the words automatically started to appear in the Synopsis of the Fanfiction," the being described, the author, witnessing the unfolding chaos, futilely attempted to close the Webnovel application. The being, noting the non-reactive author, decided it was time for a conversation. "UHUM UHUM Throat clearing sounds," the being interjected, "I said or at least typed to have a conversation with you, and also could you please dry your sweat-covered forehead?" The being's words hung in the digital air. "I apologize if I have offended 'Your Highness' in any way or by anything inappropriate I might... I mean I have typed or done," the author humbled themselves in front of the Greater Being. "Hoo, 'The Greater Being' a good name you got there for me to take, you may from now on use 'TGB' to mention me," the being responded, acknowledging the shock on the author's face as thoughts were transcribed. "What may this humble servant be of use to 'Your Highness' TGB? Please order, and it shall be done," the author, known to all his readers as DemoloRD, expressed, interjecting an awkward laugh about the inadvertent recording of their thoughts. "Well, you don't have to worry about that, as I won't order you to unalive yourself, and you could also stop talking/typing in sub servitude to me. You can just be yourself, so talk/type the way you normally do. And also, I have made it that your thoughts wouldn't be written until you want your thoughts to be written," TGB assured, breaking the chains of imposed etiquette. "Well, thanks for that. So, what can I do for ya?" Author queried, sensing a release of burden. "Well, as you can see/feel? that I was getting bored and didn't have anything to do, you caught my attention, and after seeing your IRL situation, I thought of something entertaining," TGB explained with a smirk. "Don't tell me you're thinking what I'm thinking, yet you're thinking totally opposite of my thinking," Author chuckled, attempting to decipher the enigmatic being's intentions. "Yup, and since you were already thinking of writing this fanfiction, why not make it almost realistic," TGB suggested with an amusing and evil smirk, setting the stage for Author's unique adventure in the world of Minecraft. And so, with a triumphant TAH TA DAH by the enigmatic TGB, the curtain rose on DemoloRD's journey, promising both fortune and misfortune, and the audience waited eagerly to witness how this unwitting author would entertain them all in the intricate realm of Minecraft.
Important Note: To get the context of the novel please read the Synopsys first.
In the heart of the Birchwood forest, where the foliage whispered tales of mystery and the air held the fragrance of adventure, Swayam Shekhawat grappled with the surreal reality enveloping him. After the initial panic, a calm settled within him, yet the enigma of his surroundings persisted.
The absence of square-shaped trees and blocks left him questioning the very nature of his existence in this Minecraft-inspired world. The words of the enigmatic being, TGB, echoed in his mind – the promise of a realistic experience. But the apparent lack of familiar game elements left him bewildered.
Contemplating his situation, Swayam pondered the absence of the Minecraft HUD and inventory. The lack of these crucial components perplexed him. Recalling the Isekai trope, he considered the possibility of a status panel. With a dramatic flourish, he uttered the word "Status."
Instantaneously, a semi-transparent status panel materialized before his eyes. In the upper right corner, a 3D display portrayed a miniature version of himself, clad in a tracksuit mirroring his own attire. Intrigued, he shifted his focus to the upper left corner, revealing attributes like Strength, Agility, Vitality, and Intelligence – parameters alien to the traditional Minecraft experience.
As he absorbed the shock of his numerical stats – 7.8 in Strength, 7.6 in Agility, 8.5 in Vitality, and 7.3 in Intelligence – Swayam grasped their significance. These stats surpassed the average human attributes of 5, marking him as a talented individual in this peculiar realm.
His gaze descended, expecting to find the player inventory, a staple in the Minecraft experience. However, it was nowhere to be found, prompting Swayam to voice his frustration through repeated shouts of "Inventory." Yet, his efforts proved futile.
Accepting the lack of a player inventory, he redirected his attention to the Status panel, where a pleasant surprise awaited him – Skills and Abilities. Scanning through various skills, he paused at 'Breathing,' a fundamental skill with a level of 4 out of 5. The subsequent skill, 'Running,' also at level 4, bestowed him with enhanced speed and stamina.
Skipping other skills for the moment, Swayam's eyes fell upon a conspicuously sparkling entry – 'Respawn.' Intrigued by its significance, he pondered its connection to the Minecraft game feature. Respawn, known for granting a new lease on life after a player's demise, stirred thoughts of life and death in this uncanny realm.
As Swayam contemplated the implications of Respawn, he couldn't shake the feeling that TGB, in the absence of an inventory, had granted him a unique ability – the chance to rise again after an untimely demise. The Birchwood forest, once a serene backdrop, now held the keys to an uncharted adventure for Swayam Shekhawat.
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