MC Creative Mode: Multiverse Perpetual Motion Machine Wholesaler

(Note: Logical, intelligent, no plot-induced stupidity, no vulgar tropes)

I transmigrated, becoming Steve, a block-person in Minecraft, endowed with Creative Mode. Immortal, indestructible, infinite flight, infinite resources. But this seemingly perfect 'god-like' power was riddled with limitations.

No mods or skins, no support for complex commands.

A maximum flight speed of 21 meters per second, a refresh rate of 120 frames per second.

Aside from sight and hearing, nothing else remained.

A seemingly powerful body, yet it imprisoned a mortal mind.

The three dimensions, with their infinite area yet infinite repetition, became my cage.

Low-intelligence villagers and witches were all mindless NPCs.

Loneliness and solitude, like poison, eroded the mortal mind trapped within this pixelated body.

Just as my mind was on the verge of collapse, I transmigrated again!

It was a majestic pass, with star rivers winding along the path to immortality!

One world after another began to welcome my footsteps. I will eventually break free from this cage!

First World: (Shrouding the Heavens...)