Adaptability

"I think we're in Minecraft!" Kyojin exclaimed, his hands pausing in their cleaning motion as he added, "My friend!"

"Huh!?"

Suddenly, the boy lying on the ground, Majin, felt an unimaginable pain piercing through his brain, as if countless streams of information were flooding his mind every second. The agony lasted for several agonizing minutes.

"Fuck!" Majin yelled, springing up from the ground to confront Kyojin and Ryuo, who were standing nearby, their eyes fixed on him with a mix of concern and curiosity.

From the barrage of information that assaulted him, Majin deduced they had somehow transmigrated into the world of Minecraft. Moreover, he realized Kyojin and Ryuo were his friends, who had been playing the game with him.

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Majin attempted to call out to his friend, the one who had slapped him, but his voice seemed to falter, trapped within his throat.

"Bro, we can't use our real names here," Ryuo interjected, his voice calm and explanatory, "We can only use our new names, the ones we chose for the server."

"Oh!" Majin's response was a mix of surprise and understanding.

Turning to Kyojin, Majin's annoyance was palpable. "Kyojin! Why the hell did you slap me?" His voice carried a blend of irritation and pain. "It still hurts!"

"I wanted to wake you up!" Kyojin declared nonchalantly, his casual tone contrasted by the mocking glance he shot Majin's way, almost challenging him to retort.

"Bitch! I will take my revenge," Majin vowed silently to himself, his resolve hardening even as he turned his gaze towards Ryuo, who appeared as a neutral observer amidst their banter.

"So, when did you two get transmigrated here?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued despite the situation.

Ryuo, after a moment of reflection that seemed to draw him inward, settled himself onto a nearby stone with a grace that spoke of his adaptability to their new reality. "Around half an hour before you," he answered, his voice carrying a note of contemplation.

"I see," Majin murmured, his hand instinctively moving to rub his chin, a gesture that indicated his deep in thought.

The conversation took another turn when Kyojin, with a sudden spark of curiosity that lit up his eyes, turned to both Ryuo and Majin.

"So, do you guys know how we got here?" he asked, his voice reflecting the first stirrings of a shared puzzlement.

"I don't know," Ryuo responded immediately, his directness leaving no room for doubt.

"I don't know either," Majin chimed in, his words accompanied by an awkward smile. Internally, he harbored a suspicion about their transmigration being linked to the "transmigration" mod he recalled seeing.

But he isn't going to tell ryuo and Kyojin because why should he?, He don't want to get beaten by this two.

Seeking to shift the focus, Majin posed a new question. "So, did you guys find out anything in the past two hours?" His inquiry, casual yet tinged with curiosity, As he sit on the grass.

"Say 'inventory' in your mind," Kyojin instructed Majin, mirroring his action by settling onto the grass, his demeanor suggesting a blend of eagerness and anticipation for what was to come.

"Inventory," Majin thought in his mind, and instantly, a floating status window materialized in front of him, its sudden appearance captivating his attention.

Majin's eyes scanned the familiar layout of the inventory screen, recognizing the iconic elements of Minecraft's interface.

The options "build" and "storage" were plainly visible, offering a gateway to the resources and tools they would need to survive in this minecraft world.

To the side, the display of 10 hearts and a hunger bar instantly reminded Majin of the game's survival mechanics, grounding his experience in the game's fundamental principles.

More intriguing, however, was the effect listed on the screen: "Adaptability (Passive)." Majin's curiosity piqued as he delved into the details of this effect.

[Adaptability: It is an effect which allows its holder to adapt to the world of Minecraft easily without freaking out and helps them to stay calm.]

This newfound understanding shed light on their unusual calmness. Despite their extraordinary circumstances, this passive effect ensured they remained composed, their reactions tempered by an inherent ability to adjust to their new reality.

The ten hearts, a direct representation of his health, now seemed like an anchor, linking him to this world with a clarity that was both reassuring and daunting.

With a thought, "Quit inventory," the floating screen vanished, dissolving into the air like mist. Majin stood up, a sense of purpose infusing his movements. He turned to Kyojin and Ryuo, his gaze carrying a newfound determination.

"Guys, let's get some wood!" he exclaimed,