With his new iron tools and shield, Steve set out to find the perfect place to build his home. He wandered across rolling hills, passing a small lake and a herd of cows grazing nearby. The land was peaceful, and for the first time since waking up in this strange world, he felt a sense of control over his survival.
After some exploring, Steve found a flat area near a river, surrounded by trees and mountains in the distance. It was the perfect location—close to water, wood, and caves for resources. Without wasting time, he began gathering materials.
He chopped down oak and spruce trees, collecting stacks of logs. Using his crafting table, he turned them into planks and started laying the foundation of his house. He decided on a simple 5x7 wooden cabin, with walls made of oak planks and a spruce wood roof for contrast.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Steve placed torches around his half-built house to keep hostile mobs away. He quickly crafted a door, sealing himself inside for the night. He still needed windows, but at least now, he had shelter.
Sitting inside his unfinished home, Steve cooked some food in his furnace. As he ate, he thought about his next steps. He needed glass for windows, a bed for proper rest, and a farm for food.
Tomorrow, his home would be complete—but for now, he listened to the sounds of the night, grateful for the safety of his wooden walls.
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