Chapter 131:- Notch's Memories!

"Okay."

Seeing this, Notch hung up the phone. Reluctantly, he took one last look at the bikini-clad beauties on the beach before heading back to his hotel room.

After entering the game pod, he opened the email.

"This over 50 GB... how long is it going to take me to go through this..."

Notch muttered as he started opening the folder's contents.

At first, his expression remained calm. But gradually, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

He had only been reading for half an hour, getting to the early mentions of HIM, when he already felt something was off.

Seeing this, Notch began to take it seriously.

He carefully studied the rest of the folder's contents.

Unknowingly, an entire day passed.

Notch finally finished reading everything in the folder. When he left the game pod, it was already past midnight.

Notch, however, felt no sleepiness.

Although the contents of the folder surprised him, they didn't particularly shock him.

The appearance of HIM and those conscious monsters seemed to confirm a long-standing suspicion Notch had about this game world.

Lighting a cigarette, Notch walked to the window. Looking at the shimmering surface of the sea outside, he exhaled a long smoke ring. As if something had occurred to him, his expression grew heavy.

"This world... really is special..."

Notch stared blankly at the calm sea while rubbing his now completely bald head.

Although Notch wasn't a young man anymore, he was only just past his early thirties.

However, he looked much older than his peers, appearing closer to his forties. He looked about ten years older than his actual age.

The reason for this prematurely aged appearance was due to the development of the game Minecraft.

Minecraft wasn't a high-end MMO type of game. To put it simply, it was a sandbox game.

The biggest challenge in creating the game was the full-dive VR integration. But ten years ago, full-dive technology wasn't exactly new.

Even a decade earlier, the technology was already quite mature.

Although Notch wasn't particularly familiar with it, with his skills, making the game fully immersive wasn't difficult.

Since Notch worked alone, the game's development progressed slower. But with his abilities, even working solo, creating the game should have taken at most two years.

Yet, it took Notch ten years to complete the game.

There was naturally an unforeseen event that accounted for the eight-year delay. The strange thing, however, was that Notch didn't know what that unforeseen event was.

Notch had actually completed the game a long time ago—but it wasn't a fully immersive version.

Creating the non-immersive version only took him a month.

Notch also had a clear plan for the various sections of the game world.

It was divided into the Overworld, the Nether, and the End. The three sections of the game world were actually inspired by Notch's dreams.

Minecraft was essentially a realization of the worlds he saw in his dreams.

When Notch began working on making the game fully immersive, everything went smoothly at first.

Since the Overworld, Nether, and End weren't the same sections, Notch worked on them separately.

He started with the Overworld, then moved on to the Nether, and finally the End.

The development of the Overworld and Nether progressed without issue. But when Notch began working on the End, things started to go awry.

The End, at a glance, was a vast void with very few structures.

To create the End, Notch first had to construct an expansive void.

When Notch began building this void, he immediately felt that something wasn't right with his state of mind.

The void was vast, inspired by outer space.

But it didn't need to be as large as outer space.

After all, the void contained nothing, so he only needed to write a few looping code blocks.

However, when Notch started working on the void, he seemed possessed, endlessly expanding it.

Bizarrely, this state persisted for an entire year. In other words, for an entire year, Notch did nothing but expand this barren void.

During that year, he barely slept.

The terrifying part was that he didn't realize anything was wrong. Initially, Notch disliked the void because it evoked loneliness.

But at some point, he began to develop a deep fascination with it.

Gradually, his subconscious began to insist that the void was the core of the game world.

As this notion grew stronger, Notch started to let the void encroach upon the Overworld and the Nether.

Another year passed.

The entire game world became a vast void.

By this point, Notch's mental and physical condition had deteriorated severely. His eyes became dull, and his thoughts slowed significantly.

He had developed an obsession with the void. Every day, he would enter the game pod to continue working on it.

Even though the void was made of repetitive code blocks, Notch edited the code for each block individually.

Over time, Notch became increasingly deranged.

Fortunately, Mo Jiang appeared in time.

Mo jiang and Notch were childhood friends who grew up wearing the same pair of split pants.

They shared the same interests: a love for games and programming.

Since Mo Jiang's family was better off, he studied abroad after high school.

Although separated, the two kept in touch.

When Notch was designing the blueprint for Minecraft, he shared his ideas with Mo Jiang.

Mo Jiang found Notch's concepts fascinating.

Notch's goal for the game reflected both their biggest hopes for gaming. They wanted a game where players could live and play however they wanted. A game where players could have their own world.

A world that let them live in their comfort zone.

With Mo Jiang's encouragement, Notch felt more confident.

Mo Jiang was well-versed in full-dive technology abroad, providing Notch with much-needed assistance.

Throughout development, Notch and Mo Jiang stayed in regular contact.

Initially, everything seemed normal. But gradually, Notch replied less and less.

And Mo Jiang began to sense something was wrong in Notch's messages.

Notch seemed obsessed—becoming increasingly enamored with the void.

He frequently praised its vastness, greatness, and mystery. He claimed it was wonderful and that he desperately wanted to explore it.

Notch was a unique individual, always thinking differently from others. So Mo Jiang wasn't too surprised by Notch's remarks.

After all, geniuses are often unconventional.

Notch emphasized the void so often that Mo Jiang grew curious about what kind of world Notch had created.

He frequently asked Notch to send over a demo. But Notch always refused, saying it wasn't ready.

A year passed this way.

Mo Jiang routinely checked on Notch's progress. But Notch was still stuck on the void.

Finally, Mo Jiang realized something was seriously wrong.

After settling his work, he booked a flight back home without notifying Notch. When he arrived unannounced at Notch's house, he was stunned by the scene before him.

Notch, despite being single, had always been neat to the point of being a clean freak.

A speck of dust would drive him crazy.

But now, his house was messier than a pigsty.

As for Notch, he was a shadow of his former self—practically lifeless.

He looked like he hadn't slept in ages.

His beard reached his chest.

His hair, though long, was thin and patchy, resembling a balding Mediterranean coastline.

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