crying enderman

It's a great story, no doubt, from the character development to the plot. A great author. Thanks to you too, Translator, for having all these stories.

this is the best adaptation of minecraft's physics and lore I've seen. great worldbuilding. I hope to see more of this as the story just sucks you in. Would love to see more of the enderman.

I just realized there's a R18 tag on this book now I'm imaging a enderman molesting blocks. What have you done to my mind author why must it be such a vivid image

This looks a lot like one of those mass-produced Chinese fics where except for the MC who has information on his past lives, the whole world is completely stupid and can't figure out some obvious and basic information on his own. Some examples in the first few chapters are how a Runner (tower player) was attacked by an enderman and thought it was another Runner. In 5 years of the tower it was to be expected that at least the monsters in the tutorial were all well known!!! Another thing is that I can't believe that even after 5 years in an obviously game-based world, with health bar and all, nobody but the MC has tried to see if there is an inventory or crafting function, killing an enderman or stealing a bow of the hand of a skeleton. Conveniently the MC was the first person in the world to kill an enderman, on the same day a guild tried to do the same and the MC was the first to try to steal a bow from a skeleton.

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