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>Year 701 in the Overworld
>You gaze down at the rolling plains from the top of your grand castle, the master bedroom balcony to be exact
>It didn’t used to be flatlands down there, in fact there were several mountains before
>Then you decided you didn’t want them there
>The un-natural strength that this world had given you made the what had to have been a 10 year job into a 4 week affair
>You were kind of disappointed that it hadn’t taken longer
>So many years here had been boring
>You don’t remember how you got here or your life before
>You think back, the first 10 years had been a constant fight for survival
>Year 74 had been when things had finally stabilized enough to say you were thriving rather than just surviving
>Finally year 104 you could say you were living comfortably
>Your feet begin to move as you think harder
>It was year 42 when you had stumbled across a village filled with humanoid people
>You were overjoyed; almost 50 years of isolation had done a number on you
>Only to be crushed when you learned that they didn’t speak the same language as you
>Desperate, you tried writing only to learn that it too, was different
>However, the village priest, seeing your writing looked astonished and hurried away
>He returned with a book
>Not just any book however, but a book written in English!
>It was a … spell-book?
>Welp no time to be picky
>Much of the book was damaged but you still garnered some skills from it
>With the books help you learned how to create a pocket dimension, how to enchant, how to make potions and last and most useful was the ability to break down things on a molecular level and reconstruct them how you see fit, the breaking down easier once you had physically broke what you want to reconstruct
>You faintly recall a show from your old life about a blonde kid with the same ability, only stronger
>Pulling out of your thoughts you see your feet had lead you to the library
>It’s a large room, ten meters tall and twenty in both width and length
>many of the bookshelves are barren, but seeing as you are the one who has to write the books it’s understandable
>The ones that are there are stories that you’ve written, informational texts, and many a filled dairy
>Continuing on out of the library you come to the treasury
>Its stacked high with gold, jewels and other valuable things
>Useless, but pretty, and something to do when you come across them in mines
>it’s almost a shame that it will all be left here…
>Grabbing a solid gold bar you store it away in a swirl of gray energy to your pocket dimension
>Might as well take one…
>Time to make the final preperations…
>You head further into the large stone castle to the armory
>Opening the door your eyes are greeted by a vast myriad of shining weapons and armor that are almost too perfect, too honed, too immaculate to be natural
>You pass them by, they are just the products of boredom and nowhere near the level of the tool that you want
>You head to the very back and hanging on the wall is a sword
>Not just any though…
>The one
>You delicately pick it up and hold it as if it were made of glass
>Your best work, it’s a sword, gleaming even in the low light, about 44 inches overall, about 8 for the handle and 36 for the blade
>The cross guard is made out of painstakingly carved obsidian stylized into a pair of spread eagle wings, the detailed feathers of which were lined with thin lines of gold
>The cross guard lead down into a woven spider silk wrapped wooden handle made for just your hands with a large, finely cut diamond serving the pommel
>These details paled in comparison to the blade though
>The full tang blade is made of one, seamless, sharpened blade shaped diamond
>Completely flawless and clear, thanks to your unique powers, the only mark on the blade were the words “Mixed Blessing” etched into it
>Mixed Blessing, it’s what you had named the sword, seeing as it was the only thing other than you to know ageless-ness and how it would understand if it were alive
>Whatever happened to bring you the Overworld also made you immune to time
>You could still get injured, you know this for a fact, and more than likely you could die
>Not too eager to find that one out
>You cut yourself off there and turn your attention back to Mixed Blessing
>You hold the blade downward by the pommel and let go
>With a satisfying “SHINK” the sword buries itself halfway into the stone floor without even trying
>You grin, pull the sword from the floor and store it way in a flash of gray
>With a trip to the supply room you store away a ton of wood and stone as well as a few pick-axes and shovels
>The last of your supplies gathered you traverse your soon to be former castle down to the central courtyard
>Once there you look at your creation sitting in the middle of the courtyard with barely contained excitement
>A large ring of obsidian with a swirling, purple portal in the center looked back at you
>It had taken many years but you had done it
>You had modified a Nether portal to take you to a new world…
>Covered in enchantment runes and countless magical items like Ender pearls and the like it was a serious labor to complete
>But a new world!
>The world on the other side was inhabited too if the brief flashes of images you got when touching it were any indication
“It’s time.”
>With but a moment’s hesitation you walk up to the portal
>You glance back at the monument to your survival ability that is your castle before running through the writhing purple energy

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>Year 701 in the Overworld
>You gaze down at the rolling plains from the top of your grand castle, the master bedroom balcony to be exact
>It didn’t used to be flatlands down there, in fact there were several mountains before
>Then you decided you didn’t want them there
>The un-natural strength that this world had given you made the what had to have been a 10 year job into a 4 week affair  
>You were kind of disappointed that it hadn’t taken longer 
>So many years here had been boring
>You don’t remember how you got here or your life before
>You think back, the first 10 years had been a constant fight for survival
>Year 74 had been when things had finally stabilized enough to say you were thriving rather than just surviving  
>Finally year 104 you could say you were living comfortably
>Your feet begin to move as you think harder
>It was year 42 when you had stumbled across a village filled with humanoid people
>You were overjoyed; almost 50 years of isolation had done a number on you
>Only to be crushed when you learned that they didn’t speak the same language as you
>Desperate, you tried writing only to learn that it too, was different
>However, the village priest, seeing your writing looked astonished and hurried away 
>He returned with a book 
>Not just any book however, but a book written in English!
>It was a … spell-book?
>Welp no time to be picky
>Much of the book was damaged but you still garnered some skills from it
>With the books help you learned how to create a pocket dimension, how to enchant, how to make potions and last and most useful was the ability to break down things on a molecular level and reconstruct them how you see fit, the breaking down easier once you had physically broke what you want to reconstruct  
>You faintly recall a show from your old life about a blonde kid with the same ability, only stronger
>Pulling out of your thoughts you see your feet had lead you to the library
>It’s a large room, ten meters tall and twenty in both width and length
>many of the bookshelves are barren, but seeing as you are the one who has to write the books it’s understandable 
>The ones that are there are stories that you’ve written, informational texts, and many a filled dairy
>Continuing on out of the library you come to the treasury
>Its stacked high with gold, jewels and other valuable things
>Useless, but pretty, and something to do when you come across them in mines
>it’s almost a shame that it will all be left here…
>Grabbing a solid gold bar you store it away in a swirl of gray energy to your pocket dimension
>Might as well take one…
>Time to make the final preperations…
>You head further into the large stone castle to the armory
>Opening the door your eyes are greeted by a vast myriad of shining weapons and armor that are almost too perfect, too honed, too immaculate to be natural 
>You pass them by, they are just the products of boredom and nowhere near the level of the tool that you want
>You head to the very back and hanging on the wall is a sword
>Not just any though…
>The one
>You delicately pick it up and hold it as if it were made of glass
>Your best work, it’s a sword, gleaming even in the low light, about 44 inches overall, about 8 for the handle and 36 for the blade
>The cross guard is made out of painstakingly carved obsidian stylized into a pair of spread eagle wings, the detailed feathers of which were lined with thin lines of gold
>The cross guard lead down into a woven spider silk wrapped wooden handle made for just your hands with a large, finely cut diamond serving the pommel 
>These details paled in comparison to the blade though
>The full tang blade is made of one, seamless, sharpened blade shaped diamond 
>Completely flawless and clear, thanks to your unique powers, the only mark on the blade were the words “Mixed Blessing” etched into it
>Mixed Blessing, it’s what you had named the sword, seeing as it was the only thing other than you to know ageless-ness and how it would understand if it were alive 
>Whatever happened to bring you the Overworld also made you immune to time
>You could still get injured, you know this for a fact, and more than likely you could die
>Not too eager to find that one out
>You cut yourself off there and turn your attention back to Mixed Blessing
>You hold the blade downward by the pommel and let go
>With a satisfying “SHINK” the sword buries itself halfway into the stone floor without even trying
>You grin, pull the sword from the floor and store it way in a flash of gray
>With a trip to the supply room you store away a ton of wood and stone as well as a few pick-axes and shovels
>The last of your supplies gathered you traverse your soon to be former castle down to the central courtyard
>Once there you look at your creation sitting in the middle of the courtyard with barely contained excitement 
>A large ring of obsidian with a swirling, purple portal in the center looked back at you
>It had taken many years but you had done it
>You had modified a Nether portal to take you to a new world…
>Covered in enchantment runes and countless magical items like Ender pearls and the like it was a serious labor to complete
>But a new world!
>The world on the other side was inhabited too if the brief flashes of images you got when touching it were any indication  
“It’s time.”
>With but a moment’s hesitation you walk up to the portal
>You glance back at the monument to your survival ability that is your castle before running through the writhing purple energy

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