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Chapter 1 If I could turn off the switch of fate...
The sun was shining brightly, and if you ignored the fact that the clouds were perfectly rectangular, it would have been a perfect day for a vacation.
On the grassland, several cattle and sheep were wandering aimlessly. Their movements as they grazed the grass were stiff and mechanical, and every few seconds, their heads and necks would shift vertically by 90 degrees.
In the world of Minecraft, this "nature" carries a strange sense of logic.
Pei Qi was in no mood to appreciate any of this at that moment.
Standing on a high ground, about ten blocks in front of him, a portal to hell stood before Pei Qi.
But unlike the normal Hell Gate, which emits a dense, purplish-black glow, it seemed as if something had gone wrong.
The portal, which originally had a deep purple pattern, has inexplicably turned into an incorrect replacement block with alternating purple and black blocks. This type of block usually only appears when there is a loading error.
Pei Qi took a deep breath. Although he couldn't feel his lungs expanding in this world, this mental suggestion helped him calm down a little.
He suddenly pushed off the ground.
With the "Speed III" buff, his figure almost became a blur as he rushed towards the portal in front of him.
"Whoosh—"
My vision blurred for less than half a second.
The next instant, that familiar, nauseating feeling of gravity disappeared.
Pei Qi found himself still standing, but instead of the deep gates of hell, he was faced with the familiar wooden bed at the "birth point," made of red wool and planks, his toes still pointing forward.
"43rd failure."
Pei Qi muttered to himself. He wasn't angry; on the contrary, he seemed quite calm. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a stack of pixelated paper and pens.
This pen is strange; there's no wear on the nib, and the handwriting it produces looks like some kind of 16x16 resolution font.
Using the faint light from the distant portal, he quickly scribbled on the paper:
"43 attempts: Sprint at full power. The stagnation lasted about 0.5 seconds. There was a momentary shift in gravity."
After finishing taking notes, he carefully put the paper and pen into his backpack.
Pei Qi has been in this world for 13 days.
He found the reasons for his transmigration unbearable to recall. As a player of bioelectricity (survival redstone circuits), "efficiency is truth" was Pei Qi's motto.
That day, he was building a massive gravity sand collection device on the server.
To make up for the material shortage more quickly, he modified the frequency of the sandblasting machine, setting it to the maximum.
Just then, the food delivery arrived. Pei Qi thought to himself that he would just log off and pick up some fried chicken; it would only take a few minutes, and the machine shouldn't malfunction.
But he forgot that in MC's logic, if a player logs off and the block isn't forcibly loaded, the machine might get stuck in some intermediate state.
If a block is loaded, unattended dropped items will stack up exponentially.
When he picked up the fried chicken, a chicken wing in his mouth, and clicked "Join Server" again, the backend had already crashed.
Tens of thousands of sand blocks in the falling state collided wildly in one space, and the computational load directly overwhelmed the CPU.
And in that very instant of data reconnection and server crash reconnection, he was transported to this world in a completely daze.
"Karma." Pei Qi shook his head with a wry smile.
He is now like an architect who has been locked inside his own illegal building because of his unauthorized expansion.
Pei Qi turned around and looked at the other side of the base.
There stands a wall there, if you call it a "wall".
In some versions of Minecraft, the world generation algorithm in the Frontierlands will completely break down due to precision overflow when the coordinates reach the limit of 30,000,000 blocks.
Before Pei Qi's eyes, the once smooth world seemed to have been stuffed into a shredder.
Huge grass blocks, solid bedrock, flowing lava, and icy water are interwoven in a logic devoid of any aesthetic appeal.
As for why we're here? We've already got time travel stuff going on, so what's a few mixed-up versions of features?
They formed one enormous, bottomless hole after another, like Swiss cheese. This "Wall of Sighs" stretched from the very bottom of the void to the highest point of the sky, blotting out the sun.
Normal players would never come here. Even if you had enough patience and flew non-stop without eating or drinking, it would still take a full 125 hours to get there.
But Pei Qi is standing here because he has a "back door" to this world.
He walked toward his base. It was a typical "electrical style" building: a huge, unadorned matchbox made of a mix of mud and wood.
For electricians, as long as they can be sheltered from the wind and rain, they don't care if they have to surround the worktable with it.
Pushing open the wooden door, you see crisscrossing red stone dust buried beneath the floor, emitting a dim red glow.
Several orange cubes were piled up in the corner, their surfaces covered with intricate electronic patterns, and each had a blue or purple core embedded in its center.
Command block.
As long as you type the correct string of characters into that small input box, logic will become reality.
It can make the sun never set and make rain and snow within a radius of a hundred miles instantly disappear.
You can conjure up a fortress made of diamond blocks out of thin air in a wasteland, or dress an ordinary zombie in a full set of enchanted Nether alloy armor.
It can even change coordinates, allowing you to instantly teleport from the southernmost point of the world to the northernmost point.
Pei Qi took out milk from a box next to him and made a drinking motion, and the milk bucket immediately became empty.
The particle effects that originally surrounded him, representing "speed" and "power," vanished instantly.
He walked up to a lever with a sign that read "Level 1 Gain".
"Why can I use command blocks?" Pei Qi wondered.
He speculated that the lazy server owner might have enabled "level 2 permissions" for everyone to make things easier for players, and set up a command whitelist, allowing only specific commands to take effect.
However, Pei Qi exploited a loophole: in the underlying logic of Minecraft, when a command block executes a command, it will not be filtered out by the whitelist for individual players.
There's a prerequisite, a strict condition: you must be in "Creative Mode" to open its editing interface.
However, this underlying structure seems to have been broken by Pei Qi, who is able to open command blocks for editing in survival mode.
He walked to another command block in the center of the base and pressed the button.
Click.
The redstone torch flickered, and the pulse signal was accurately input into the block via the repeater.
No response.
Pei Qi skillfully opened the editing interface, where the line /gamemode creative @p (granting creative mode to the nearest player) still lay quietly.
The instructions were correct, and the permissions were sufficient, but the world seemed to have left him with a final line, failing to respond to Pei Qi's commands to modify the game mode.
"Still no good." Pei Qi wasn't disappointed; he had tried hundreds of times. He would try whenever he had free time, after all, if he succeeded, he would make a fortune.
He walked back to the lever and pulled it down forcefully.
Om-!
The redstone lamps lit up. The command blocks behind them began operating at high frequency.
[Peiqi has been granted Speed I, lasting 604200 seconds]
[Power I has been granted to Pei Qi, lasting 604200 seconds]
[Peiqi has been granted Jump Boost I, lasting 604200 seconds]
[The gift has been given to Pei Qi...]
Although Pei Qi couldn't see the message because he didn't open the chat window, an indescribable surge of heat instantly exploded within him.
"44th attempt, ready to begin."
He pushed open the door and walked back to the dark purple gates of hell.
The air in front of the portal was distorted by the intense light.
"Electricity players don't believe in luck; we only believe in probability and variables."
He muttered to himself, then rushed toward the portal again, disappearing into the purple light curtain.
"Bang!!!"
But this time, he didn't return to the wooden bed...