The blocky world

One day, I stumbled across the Tesseract, a glowing cube pulsing with strange energy. Curiosity got the better of me, and when I touched it, it opened a shimmering, swirling portal right in front of me. Without thinking, I stepped through.

On the other side, I found myself in a strange, blocky world—everything was made of cubes. The grass was pixelated, the trees looked like green boxes on brown sticks, and the sun moved in perfect squares across the sky. I had entered the world of Minecraft.

Before I could take it all in, I heard footsteps. A man with a square face, blue shirt, and deep eyes walked toward me. His name was Steve. Despite his simple appearance, Steve was calm, kind, and incredibly resourceful. He handed me a wooden sword and motioned for me to follow. That first night was brutal. Creatures with hollow eyes—zombies, skeletons, even exploding green monsters—attacked from every direction. Steve fought bravely and protected me, building a quick shelter to keep us safe.

The next morning, he took me to his village, a peaceful little place with tidy paths, humble homes, and friendly villagers. Life there was simple but beautiful. We farmed, traded, and explored. For the first time since entering the blocky dimension, I felt at peace.

But peace doesn’t last forever.

One early morning, Steve shook me awake, his eyes wide with panic. “They’re here,” he said.

Piglins.

They weren’t raiding for gold or supplies—they were after me. Somehow, they knew I had brought the Tesseract into their world. We barely had time to react. Steve shoved me into a trapdoor that led to his secret underground base. Inside, he gave me a full set of enchanted diamond armor and a gleaming sword. “You’ll need this,” he said.

Just as I suited up, an arrow pierced the air and struck the Tesseract where it sat on a table. The cube cracked open with a burst of bright blue energy, shards flying in every direction. We stared in horror as the light inside flickered and dimmed.

Steve examined the broken shell with a grim expression. “There’s only one place we can find a replacement... the Woodland Mansion.”

Without hesitation, we set off. We battled through dense forests, scaled hills, and dodged creepers hiding in the shadows. Finally, we reached the looming, dark figure of the mansion. Inside, it was a nightmare maze of narrow halls and echoing growls. Pillagers, evokers, and vindicators swarmed us at every turn. Magic flew through the air. Axes swung. It was the most intense battle of my life.

After what felt like hours, we reached a hidden vault deep within the mansion. There, resting on an ancient pedestal, was a shimmering object that matched the broken Tesseract’s shell. We quickly replaced the damaged parts, and the Tesseract hummed back to life in our hands.

But just as we were about to leave, a deafening war cry echoed through the mansion.

The piglins were back—and stronger than before.

We had no time to fight. Thinking fast, Steve and I built a TNT cannon on the roof. We loaded it, braced ourselves, and fired. The explosion launched us high into the air, and we crash-landed atop a snow-covered mountain.

Just as we caught our breath, a ghostly screech tore through the sky. A ghast—giant, pale, and horrifying—swooped down from the clouds and snatched the Tesseract from my hands. Before we could react, it soared toward a massive nether portal that had mysteriously appeared on the nearby peak. The ghast placed the Tesseract atop the portal like a key.

A dark beam of energy erupted into the sky, turning the heavens a violent purple. Lightning crackled, and a fierce storm began to brew.

“We need iron—fast,” Steve said urgently.

We raced back to his iron farm and harvested everything we could. With it, we crafted an army of iron golems, each one tall, strong, and ready for war. Just in time, too. From the swirling portal came the steady boom of war drums.

“BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.”

A massive army of piglins emerged, led by a towering war drummer piglin wielding an enormous hammer. The battle began. Explosions rang out. Golems swung their mighty fists. Piglins charged, screeching and snarling.

Despite being outnumbered, our golems held strong. I fought alongside them, slicing through enemies, my armor shimmering in the stormlight. But the battle raged on, and the portal pulsed brighter with each minute.

Then Steve turned to me, handing me an ender pearl. “Throw it,” he said.

I aimed for the top of the portal and threw. In a blink, I teleported right above it. The Tesseract was within reach. I lunged and grabbed it.

Instantly, the storm vanished. The skies cleared, turning a peaceful blue. The piglins began to zombify one by one, their rage fading into confusion. The battle ended.

The Tesseract was safe. The Overworld was saved. And thanks to Steve, I’d found a new home in the world of Minecraft.