“Herobrine！ Why are you so obsessed! This is the world we have created! It's a world created by the two brothers! Why are you doing this? ”

Holding the weapon in his hand, Notch asked the white-eyed "Creation God" opposite him with a hint of expectation, "Can you just bear to watch them destroy?!" Can you bear to destroy them?! ”

HIM held the sword in his hand and threw it at the bald head on the opposite side with a heavenly punishment thunderbolt that could easily destroy a weak world, and said disdainfully: "Heh! I'm tired of this world! I don't want to create in this place anymore! ”

"I Was Born to !! Destruction"

After casually dispersing the Heavenly Punishment Thunderbolt, Notch finally understood everything, he knew that as the creator gods of creation and destruction, they would eventually choose to part ways because of the final destination of this source world.

"But I was born to create !!"

Notch also let out a shout and rushed forward to do the last thing he wanted to do - a life-and-death battle with his brother!

Even if they are the creator gods, they are ultimately under the control of this world system, and they cannot fight against their own fate, or they are their own destiny, or ...... They decided their fate with their own hands!

This battle was fought in the dark, and almost half of the entire source world was destroyed, but fortunately this is a "source world", otherwise the entire world will collapse directly, and it will be a catastrophe that is enough to affect other parallel worlds!

In the end, HIM was defeated by Notch, but he could not completely destroy HIM, because gods of their level could not die, nor could they be truly sealed, but could only be banished or suppressed all the time.

Notch, who looked almost like a beggar from the outside, but was actually not injured at all, carried HIM, who had been suppressed by him, and said a few words to the air cubes around him: "Jeb, I know that you have been watching the show, and you will manage this world system in the future, and I will always suppress this restless guy in the future."

With that, Notch disappeared into the "Source World" with HIM.

"From now on...... It's up to you......"

"Hmm!"

The phantom in the sky, which looked somewhat similar to "Zeus", replied faintly to the source world, which had completely lost the existence of the two brothers.

"You can rest assured...... 303 and Null and the rest of the guys, I'll take care of it......"

“…… It's a hassle though. ”

Jeb looked around at the guys—

A red-eyed virus, dressed in white.

A white-eyed hole, pitch black.

A skeleton mage, dressed in purple robes.

A withered skeleton armed with a greatsword.

"Alas~ I didn't want to be so ......"

Eventually, Jeb sighed and began to confront the four of them!

"Remove 'Entity 303'!"

"Tick! Removal failed! ”

"Remove 'Null'!"

"Tick! The instruction is invalid! ”

"Remove 'Necro ......"

"Tick! Instruction interrupted! ”

Remove ......

……

"Hmm...... Where is this? ”

On an open grassland, a square-headed and square-headed guy's eyes gradually returned to the clarity that a normal person should have, and at this moment he was standing under a big tree at a loss.

"You're here, kid......"

"Who!"

Listening to the sound coming from nowhere, this square-headed guy suddenly kept looking around, as if he wanted to find out the guy who came from the sound.

"Don't worry," the merciful voice comforted him, "I'm here to guide you to survival. ”

"Survival?" He wondered, "What is survival?" ”

The voice replied, "Survival...... It is to find the meaning of life, to find a purpose, and then to strive to live for that goal, and to bravely pursue one's own truth. ”

"It's a place where you can create, you can destroy, you can go anywhere you want, and you can do what you want to do...... And the origin of all things—"

A mysterious force guided him to the tree.

"—right here!"

He stared blankly at the tree, as if he saw the origin of life, the beginning and end of all stories, and his hands were unconsciously raised, and his clenched fists were driven by a more mysterious force......

But in the end, he still put down his fist, and I don't know if it was the voice or himself, he raised a question-

"Who am I?"

In an instant, the whole world stopped.

But the voice was still warm, but there was a hint of imperceptible sadness.

"Steve"

"Me? Steve? ”

Steve looked at his hands, his expression did not change in the slightest, except that a white light suddenly flashed in his blue-purple pupils, but it was suppressed by some mysterious force.

Suddenly, he threw a punch at the tree, and a small but obvious crack suddenly appeared in the one-meter-diameter tree, and when his fist left the trunk, the crack returned, as if the punch just now was a dream.

"What is this?"

Steve was a little stunned

"This is the law—a law that is unique to the world system."

The voice dutifully explained.

"The law of our creation together."

But he didn't say it.

The voice was as silent as inanimate matter, except that Steve answered when he was confused.

Steve also began to gradually understand one of the keys to survival in this very strange world under the constant groping and the prompting of the voice - to get rich, first pick up the tree.

Looking at the log in his hand, Steve suddenly felt as if he had learned something, and he didn't need the guidance of the voice, he opened his backpack by himself, and at the same time saw something like a boxy field.

Using some unknown power, Steve managed to obtain some planks, as well as some sticks, buttons, a wooden pressure gauge, and a workbench.

But Steve knew that only the workbench and wooden stick were useful for the things he synthed, and the other things were not needed for the time being, but Steve didn't know how he knew it, anyway, he had such a feeling, right?

Crafting a three-piece set (wooden sword, wooden stick, wooden axe), Steve began to use the remaining planks to build a simple house, commonly known as a matchbox.

Looking at the manuscript in his hand, Steve was suddenly a little stunned, because he no longer knew what he should do next, so he could only be silent in this small matchbox.

"The long road of creation, starting from the log, developing from the cornerstone, digging out the iron ore that shimmers with the brilliance of creation in the deep caves, obtaining more solid things with the power of destruction, and digging down the shining mysterious black crystalline crystal that leads to the netherworld......"

The voice came again, and it was like a guiding light that guided Steve as he stumbled through the world.

Steve suddenly realized, and he began to go out to find the bare rock, wielding the fragile wooden pickaxe in his hand, and collecting the cobblestone necessary for the road to promotion from the earth, successfully stepping into the "Stone Age".

With the cobblestone in hand, Steve followed the sound prompt and found a block in a deep mine with a slightly different texture from the stone, and a block with a similar texture next to it, but it showed black, which Steve knew clearly - this was iron ore and coal mine.

Wielding the stone pickaxe in his hand, the yellow-green experience orb and the falling block were sucked into Steve's body in an instant, and he saw the harvest - fourteen pieces of iron, more than twenty pieces of coal, and level three experience.

Looking at the sun setting on the horizon outside the cavern, Steve seemed to hear the murmur of some kind of creature, and the sound of bones clucking against each other.

Suddenly, he glanced at a touch of white, but it wasn't what he wanted to see, and he also heard a strange sound like a bow draw, accompanied by a "gurgling" around him, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Boom!"

A flash of silver light flew towards Steve, but he nimbly dodged it.

It was only as soon as he dodged the arrow that Steve saw a large rain of arrows shooting towards Steve from the mass of skeletons, but it was slightly embarrassing......

"Oops! Made! Want to die or not! ”

"Blind! You can't shoot such a big person on the other side! Shoot me in the back of the head! Die! ”

"Roar~~~"

The skeletons and a few zombies scuffled, and Steve seemed to hear the "cordial greetings" they had given to each other's families.

I don't know why I can understand these undead, but Steve has only one thought now - go home and get as far away from these monsters as possible in the dark night!

"Hiss~Boom!"

In the process of escaping, Steve is accidentally injured by a green, reminiscent monster.

Finally returning to the small matchbox, the faint light of the torch supported Steve's hope - the hope that came from the deep desire to survive.

"Whew~ I'm finally back......"

Looking at the wooden plank, listening to the roars and quarrels of the monsters outside the door, Steve was a little lost at this moment, he didn't know what he was going to do now, he only knew how to dodge and search, he seemed to know only survival in this world full of blocks, and ignored the true meaning of survival......

"Use cobblestone as a furnace, calcine solid steel with the fire of coal, forge a protective armor and attack weapon with the power of law, crusade against the enemy with a brave heart, and bravely survive here for dreams and goals......"

At the prompting of the voice, Steve made the furnace, smelted the iron ingots, made an iron cuirass and an iron sword, and then summoned up the courage to rush out of what he thought was a safe matchbox.

The monsters around saw that Steve actually rushed out of the house, and began to rush towards him without the slightest hesitation, and countless white, green, and black figures gathered in front of Steve in an instant.

Countless spiders, creepers, zombies, whites, and witches all began to attack and scuffle indiscriminately in this chaotic situation, and the scene can now almost be described as "a group of demons dancing", and there are few monsters that actually attack Steve.

Seeing this scene, Steve also took the opportunity to rush forward, relying on flexible positioning and strong combat skills to clear the monster, and I don't know how his combat talent came about......

Soon, daylight arrived.

The scene of "Dancing with the Demons" has completely disappeared under Steve's frantic clearing of monsters and the sun's rays, leaving only a few remaining hostile creatures, as well as the loot and experience dropped by countless monsters on the ground.

Chopping a few sheep, Steve got some more lamb and wool on the battlefield, just in time to go back to replenish his satiety.

Back at home, Steve sat on the bed he had just made, nibbling on the cooked lamb he had just taken out of the furnace, and his thoughts began to clear, he had understood part of the meaning of "survival" in this battle.

"Drop! Loading chat group......"

In the silence, Steve suddenly heard another voice, and he was sure that it was definitely different from the one that had guided him from the beginning!

"Who is it?"

"Forget it, it doesn't matter who it is."

Steve looked up, looked around, and muttered to himself.

"It's just us anyway."

He could feel that it was really just himself and the voice, maybe it was just an unnecessary hallucination he had generated.

"Drop! Loaded successfully! ”