"An unfamiliar ceiling..." Fang Bie opened his eyes. He had planned to sigh about his predicament like everyone else, but it barely helped.
Besides, what he saw wasn't a ceiling at all. It was an empty sky.
"Wait, that's not right. In other novels, as soon as the protagonist says that, it's like they're blessed with incredible luck. They forget all about their pain and fear, and suddenly they're full of ambition. So why didn't anything happen when I said it?"
Fang Bie grumbled. With some difficulty, he climbed off the red bed and looked east. A square sun was slowly rising there.
"So this is the world of Minecraft..." He sighed. The excitement he'd felt at arriving in a new world yesterday had already been completely spent overnight.
He'd gone through a lot just to kill two sheep and cobble together this bed. Then, just as night was about to fall, he'd hastily put it down and forced himself to lie on it.
Fang Bie wasn't new to gaming. Although Minecraft was a casual game for everyone, he wasn't Steve, who could mess around all he wanted without dying—or come back to life if he did.
He was just an ordinary person of flesh and blood. He'd only just arrived in this world, and when he still knew nothing about it, the night was the most dangerous thing he could face.
Fang Bie carefully climbed out of bed and surveyed his surroundings. The previous night, with the situation so urgent and the zombie's groans seeming to follow him everywhere, he hadn't paid much attention to what was around him.
Now that he looked, the area seemed pretty nice.
He'd placed his bed on a small hillside. Warm sunlight fell on the few trees nearby, brightening the area and clearing away any threat from zombies lurking in the dark.
Minecraft, also known as My World, was a game made of blocks. Fang Bie was a seasoned player with plenty of experience in this kind of game. At least for now, daytime was quite safe.
"Come on, no time to waste. It was already getting dark when I arrived yesterday, so there wasn't much I could do. Today, I'd better find somewhere to shelter and settle in." Fang Bie made a rough plan, then opened the Wooden Chest beside the bed.
He knocked on the bed beside him. On the fourth hit, the ordinary red Wool Bed, one meter wide and two meters long, slowly broke apart before his eyes, turning into a block about the size of his palm.
"Even though this isn't the first time I've seen it, it still feels incredible!" Fang Bie marveled. He reached out slightly, and the block was absorbed into his body.
A screen appeared before him, visible only to him. It displayed a row of nine hotbar slots, with the bed in the first one.
The other slots held things like Wooden Planks, an Apple, and an Axe. That was no different from the game.
With a thought, the wooden Axe appeared in his hand. He quickly struck the chest beside him several times. A visible crack appeared across it, and then it broke apart with a soft sound.
"Pop!" The chest immediately shattered into a small block that spun on the ground before Fang Bie absorbed it into his body.
After making sure there was nothing else nearby, he turned his attention back to the trees.
Fang Bie didn't know if he'd gained a deathless body like Steve's, or if he'd merely been transported here in the flesh, with only one life to live.
Steve was the original protagonist of this world, and its creator. He could not only lift thirty-six stacks of sixty-four one-by-one-meter Gold Blocks—over forty thousand tons—but also automatically revive after death. He was practically immortal.
But to be safe, Fang Bie had to finish everything he needed to do before nightfall and go to bed before the monsters truly spawned.
According to Minecraft's rules, as long as you lay in bed to rest, monsters wouldn't spawn nearby. Once it became day, most monsters couldn't pose any real threat to you.
That was why Fang Bie had hastily made a bed and gone to sleep as soon as night fell.
He didn't want to face a Zombie without any equipment. Even in the game, zombies were stupid and had no particular fighting ability beyond being dangerous in groups.
But Fang Bie took caution to the extreme. Unless he absolutely had to go somewhere, he wouldn't even consider going.
After thinking all that through, he'd more or less finished preparing for the early game. He walked over to a Birch Tree at the top of the hill to do what every Minecraft player had to do: chop wood.
"Chop wood to get rich, mine iron to get strong, and... well, you know the rest. Lu Xun never lied to me!" Fang Bie swung his Axe. Compared to the time he'd spent punching the tree trunk barehanded last night, he was working much faster.
Fang Bie was tall, standing at 1.85 meters—not short by any measure—but compared with the things in this world, he was still rather small and cute.
The tree trunks were generally one meter by one meter thick. In other words, even the most ordinary tree was a square meter across, and a tree was made of only five or six one-by-one blocks. Chopping one down took just three or four minutes.
Soon, half a stack of logs had accumulated in his Backpack. The leaves overhead also began to fall, turning into Saplings and four or five bright red Apples.
The little hill had not only Birch Trees but also plenty of Oak Trees and a few Spruce Trees. Before long, Fang Bie had chopped them all down, one by one.
Fang Bie couldn't spend all his time chopping trees. After clearing them from the area, he planted all the Saplings he'd collected in a corner, then started building himself a home there.
It was an extraordinary experience. The blocks in his hands should have weighed a ton, yet it felt as though he were holding air. He could only feel a strange sensation coming from them.
The moment he put a block down, it seemed to shift from imaginary to real, instantly becoming a solid object a meter square and settling into place as part of the floor or wall.
Fang Bie built a place just big enough for one person to sleep and live in, only about ten square meters. Inside, he put a bed and a wooden chest.
He used a Wooden Plank as a bedside table and placed it beside the bed. Two half-eaten Apples still sat on top. By the time he'd finished, the sun was already nearing the western horizon.
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