Chapter 0: The End and The Beginning

  Allen had always been a gamer—obsessed with the worlds, the characters, and the endless possibilities they offered. He spent hours, days, and sometimes weeks in his gaming chair, exploring virtual realms, crafting empires, and conquering dungeons. It was his escape, his sanctuary. He wasn’t popur, and he wasn’t the life of the party—he was simply Allen. Alone. Invisible.

  But that all changed on the night the game took him too far.

  The world around him had grown fuzzy, the edges of reality cracking and warping, as though the very fabric of existence was glitching. One moment, he was leveling up in a game, and the next, he was falling through a void—swallowed by darkness. It wasn’t a smooth transition. It was raw, violent, and disorienting. He felt his very soul being ripped apart, torn from his body.

  And then, as suddenly as it had started, the world went still.

  When Allen opened his eyes again, he was no longer in his room. He wasn’t even on Earth. He stood in the heart of a bustling city, the skies overcast and gray, the towering buildings alien in design, and people around him moving like ants in a hive. This wasn’t a game. This wasn’t his world. He was somewhere else.

  The realization hit him hard: *He was dead.*

  But as he stood there, disoriented and confused, a strange notification appeared before him, floating like a holographic screen. It wasn’t the first time he had seen something like this in a game. But this... this was different. The message was real.

  **[Welcome to the Multiverse System]**

  A smooth, mechanical voice followed, expining the rules of this new world. Allen would gain godlike powers—powers akin to the tools he had once used to craft, build, and destroy within his games. But this wasn’t just a simple RPG. This was a *multiverse*—a never-ending sea of realms waiting to be explored, conquered, and reshaped by his will. His system, the Minecraft System, would guide him.

  *Minecraft System?* Allen thought. *Like... the game?*

  The notification continued:

  **You have been granted the ability to craft, build, and summon using the Minecraft System. Your journey starts here. Build your path, dominate worlds, and leave your mark on the multiverse.**

  Allen smirked. He wasn’t a hero. He wasn’t a vilin. He wasn’t anything but a survivor. And in a world like this—*a system like this*—survival meant power. And power... meant freedom. He wasn’t here to py by anyone’s rules. He was here to *build his own*.

  The city before him felt like the first level of a game—a tutorial, perhaps. But Allen knew the real game was just beginning. A universe of infinite possibilities awaited him, and no one would stop him from taking what he wanted.

  Not even the heroes.