Herobrine in Marvel...again

As I woke up, I felt refreshed, despite the chaotic events of the previous night. My mind still lingered on the Minecraft marathon, where I'd finally conquered the game with those insane mods. That last death still stung, though - who falls into the void?

I stretched, feeling an unusual tingling sensation in my body. Suddenly, my senses expanded, and I sensed my surroundings in a way I never had before.

"Whoa, what's going on?" I muttered.

My vision displayed some interface.

[Name- Ender]

[Title - The Player, [Locked]

[Race- God-Entity]

"What the...? This can't be real. I'm dreaming, right? Or maybe I'm still playing that new Minecraft mod. But this feels too real."

His skepticism remains, but a spark of curiosity and dread settles within him; his gaze wanders around the room, taking in the familiar details. The crafted stone walls, the intricately designed obsidian floor, and the glowing lanterns – everything was identical to his Minecraft bedroom within the Fortress of Overworld, and while the signature blocky texture was missing, he could still match them.

He stood up looking at his bed, running his hand over the familiar black color and different pattern. A wave of nostalgia washed over him.

"Is this... real?" Ender wondered. "Am I still playing the game?"

He walked out of the room everything felt so real.

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As he stepped into the Enchanting room, the familiar layout and design transported him back to his Minecraft world. The walls, adorned with obsidian and shimmering diamonds-blocks, seemed to radiate an otherworldly energy.

He approached the enchanting table, running his fingers over the intricate carvings. The table's surface glowed with a soft, ethereal light, inviting him to enchant his tools.

"Everything feels so... real," Ender whispered, awe-struck.

He examined the shelves lining the room, stocked with enchanted books and glowing experience bottles.

The shelves, lined with rows of glowing enchanted items, seemed to hum with energy.

Ender's eyes landed on a framed map of his Overworld, showcasing the vast expanses he had explored. Memories flooded his mind: battles with the various bosses, whether custom or Minecraft, adventures in the Nether, and late-night building sessions.

Ender approached the nearby chests. He lifted the lid, and a soft creak echoed through the room, similar to the game sound.

Inside, there were Iron Swords, their blades glinting in the cold light. The swords seemed to shimmer as if infused with an otherworldly energy.

Ender's eyes sparkled as he a handful of Lapis Lazuli from the chest. The deep blue, almost purple, gemstones seemed to radiate an otherworldly energy.

In Minecraft, Lapis Lazuli is a vital resource for enchanting, and it seems this reality follows similar principles.

Ender approached the Enchanting Table, its glow illuminating the room. He placed the Iron Sword on the table, and he could feel that he could enchant it with whatever was not limited to game only but any possible enchantment that came naturally to him.

He mentally thought of it making fiery slashes and high durability, and soon the lapis got absorbed by the table, and he could feel a bit of drain of energy from his body. It was minuscule, barely a drop of the ocean, but it was there; the sword was now glowing with a magical look and touch of flames; satisfied, he put the sword in a separate chest since he didn't need it; he had better options.

He approached a radiant blue chest, its glowing edges pulsing with an otherworldly energy. As he lifted the lid, a soft hum filled the air, and a brilliant light spilled out, illuminating the surrounding area.

Inside, five Diamond Swords lay nestled in velvet-lined compartments, each emitting a soft, ethereal glow. The swords seemed to shimmer as if infused with the essence of the stars.

Ender's eyes widened as he reached for one of the glowing Diamond Swords. The hilt felt strangely familiar in his hand as if molded to fit his grip.

The ethereal glow intensified, casting an eerie light on the surrounding walls.

Suddenly, the sword's glow pulsed brighter, and Ender knew what he could do with it.

"So I can use special abilities from different tools huh?" This was too good and these swords weren't even the best of his equipment.

The reason for the special abilities of the equipment was the various mods he added to the game to make it more interesting.

Leaving the enchanting room, Ender made his way to the balcony, his feet sinking into the plush velvet carpet. The short walk seemed effortless, and soon he stood at the balcony of the fortress taking in the breathtaking vista.

Before him lay the magnificent city he had built, its beauty stirring pride within. Majestic houses, crafted with precision and care, stretched towards the horizon. Beautiful and colorful rays of Beacons and grand architecture reflected the light of the setting sun, casting a warm, golden glow across the landscape. The city's intricate network of roads and canals shimmered, a testament to his ingenuity and dedication.

He gazed out upon his creation, feeling a sense of accomplishment and wonder. This was his sanctuary, his masterpiece – a place where creativity knew no bounds.

This all was another proof that he had transmigrated.

From gamer to inhabitant.

From creator to creature.

"This..is...all my creation, I can't believe it." But this was true. Ender couldn't contain his excitement, but within this beautiful city, he also noticed an eerie detail...lack of its inhabitants.

He exited the fortress to explore his city.

The villagers greeted him with respect and admiration as if he had always been their ruler; it made him feel a bit bad when he thought about what he had subjected them to when he was outside this place.

The villagers were not very intelligent. Their INT stat was only high in their Jobs, so he couldn't strike up much of a conversation.

As Ender navigated the unfamiliar yet familiar streets, he went outside of the city another section that could be city of its own the Monster City, created by yours truly.

As he approached the foreboding aura, the air thickened with the cacophony of monstrous sounds. Skeletons rattled their bony frames, their hollow eyes glowing with malevolent intent. Zombies growled and snarled, their putrid flesh rippling with each jerky movement. The very walls seemed to reverberate with the hum of hostile energy.

He could feel a connection to them similar to Villagers but it was deeper level as if they were clay and he could mold order them to his will on the other hand Villagers were his people he felt a responsibility to protect them and the villagers respected and admired him, he could also feel their faith, a intriguing thing that he would explore soon.

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