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Chapter 56: Minecrafter
🕑 Added 2025-01-29 00:27:31 +0000 UTC[-]-[P]-[W]-[M]-[-]
Reality: The Witcher
Johnathan Grey
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[Dimensional Hopscotch]
[Available Hops: Star Wars, The Inheritance Cycle]
[Return Hops: Witcher, Bright, Wizarding World (Harry Potter)]
Having completely assimilated Revan, I won’t need to start from scratch when I get to the Star Wars verse, so that was good. If I remember correctly, The Inheritance Cycle was the reality in which the Eragon movie took place, but seeing as the dragons were almost completely wiped out the only thing I think I’ll be walking away with is probably some new spells… and points for whoever I end up helping. I just hoped the backstory and gift were as good as the Witcher Hop.
Standing in the courtyard of Aretuza, I exchanged my farewells with Yennefer, Geralt, and Ciri, having dropped them off in the Gauntlet one last time until I returned. We all knew they could have just used a portal to get here, but Yennefer wanted to ‘send a reminder to those trying to manoeuvre in the shadows against me’, and I didn’t blame her. The sheer number of mages trying to get into my and Ciri’s pants was insane, Tissaia had to make an announcement to stop them from bothering me when I was setting up some basic Wards for the school.
It didn’t stop them from constantly probing my technique and Wards with their magic from afar though, Tissaia didn’t even try to stop them. In fact, at some point she was doing the same, looking completely unbothered at first before being disappointed when she got nowhere with her analysis along with the others. The smirk on my face when she sent me a look only served to earn me a forced smile.
“Don’t spend too much time holed up in that castle of yours,” Yennefer said, giving me a measured look as she released me from a loving hug.
“I won’t,” I rolled my eyes playfully, ignoring the on-looking mages gossiping in the background. There were fewer of them here now than when I arrived, the others were mostly spending their time trying to figure out how to replicate my spells.
Geralt simply nodded standing next to her. “Take care.”
Ciri, standing slightly behind the two, gave me a faint smile. “We’ll see you again soon, right?”
I smirked faintly, equipping the [Infamous Armour] and adjusting the cloak ever so slightly. “Possibly sooner than you think, maybe later, time dilation is weird. But you guys live in my house, I only have one of those so I’m not going to just leave it here and not visit,” I told the girl, before using [Blink] while adjusting the time dilation to appear only a day or so after I left, ignoring Yennefer’s attempt to continue the farewell.
I had played the part well enough after all, so there was no need to continue the farce. The real goodbyes were already done in the [Den].
I reappeared in the dining room where I killed Gilbert in Little Tree Castle, though the room was already cleared of the corpse, repaired and with new furniture. Though it was good to see, my mood was immediately spoiled as he felt a sudden disturbance in the Force. Images flashed through my mind — hooded figures performing tests, intricate magical apparatuses glowing ominously, and even some plans to get their hands on my blood and/or spells. But the thing that really caught my attention was when I saw one of the figures sabotage a test, escaping with a familiar bottle.
The bottle containing Voldemort’s soul.
Snake-faced Motherfucker.
My jaw clenched as my eyes narrowed, processing the vision. Not only did I see some of what had already happened, but it also showed some deaths to come due to Tom’s early revival. The Weasleys, Flammels, a fuck-tonne of muggles and muggleborns. The thing about the force though, unlike when Seers of this world who just see or tell prophecies, I felt their pain, their suffering, the torture. All of it. Even when I knew I could have cut off the empathy aspect of the visions, I chose to be submerged in it.
The assimilation of Revan indicated turning off the emotional aspect of [Force Visions] was not only bad for their power but also metaphorically bad for them, because they slowly stopped caring about the pain others felt. All the lore videos I remembered on how poorly people were living on Coruscant’s lower levels, all the while the Jedi completed tasks elsewhere for politicians, had me agreeing with the prodigal knight.
Dumbledore had failed without consequences for the last time, for I would be paying him a visit.
After a moment, I took a deep breath, calming myself as I turned and made my way toward the library. On the way, I saw a now more pleasant-looking Agnes, dressed in a black dress. Her more upbeat demeanour was a stark contrast to my blank, almost well-hidden, brooding mood. “Welcome back, my lord,” she greeted warmly, falling into step behind me as her eyes caught the tension in my features. “Is everything all right?”
“I’m fine,” I replied curtly without missing a step, though my voice softened as I added, “I’ll be putting the books I collected back in the library, I no longer have any use for them. I want you and the other caretakers to study them while I’m gone. I expect my employees to always be adequately qualified for their roles.”
Having read them all, after adding them to the Library in the [Den], there was no longer any reason to keep the physical copy. And with Revan’s mind for, well, armies, politics and leadership, there was no way I was going to allow my people to encourage mediocrity and stagnation.
“O-of course, my lord. That’s very thoughtful of you,” Agnes nodded with a bright, surprised smile. “I noticed you changed your armour, my lord. Will you need the other cleaned and polished?”
“No,” I declined, not elaborating.
When we reached the grand library, I removed the books from the [Hoard], placing them on the shelves with a nonchalant wave of a hand. With the tomes in place, I turned to Agnes. “I’m assigning you the task of organizing the books, you may ask the house elves to help, but I want you to know how they are sorted. While you’re at it, choose an assistant for when you’re busy with other tasks. If you or the others need anything to further your education—resources, equipment, tutors—ask the Dwarves. They’ll make the arrangements.”
Agnes bowed deeply, trying to hide the smile threatening to split her face in half. “I’ll get to work immediately, my lord.”
Satisfied, I left the library and headed straight toward the location where I could sense countless Dwarves building the new bank headquarters. Cutting the journey short with a quick [Blink], I arrived at the site of the new bank bustling with activity. Dwarves worked diligently with their tools clinking against stone and metal as they constructed the impressive base for the structure when I approached Zorinn, who noticed me immediately, waving me over with a goofy smile on his face.
“Ah, Lord Grey,” Zorinn greeted boisterously as he gave my armour a scrutinising look. “You’re just in time. I trust your project went well?”
“Smooth enough,” I replied with a wink, lifting my hands to clench and unclench my fist before tapping the red glowing chest piece housing the [Philosopher Stone]. “Have there been any alterations to the radius for the wards?”
Zorinn shook his head, with his braided beard swaying slightly. “None. The plans are unchanged.”
“Good.” I nodded, his expression relaxing slightly. “I’ll get started on improving the Wards. Probably help with building as well before heading back out.”
[Minecrafter - System Ability]
[“Create something that would make Steve proud”]
[Description: Grants the user the ability to mine/dig to collect materials like stone, ores, gems and much more in the form of small cubes. The user can construct anything from simple houses to elaborate castles, automated farms, or even working machines and place them in a mile radius using a variety of blocks as long as the user knows the blueprint. The user can also combine materials to create items like tools, weapons, armour, and decorative items without the need of a crafting table.]
[Limitation: Restricted To Building, Crafting And Resource Collection]
[Purchased for 800,000 SP]
“Actually, you know what?” I interrupted Zorinn’s attempt to reply, seeing the full capability of [Mincrafter] in my mind. Having scanned Hogwarts, I could mine and place a direct replica directly within a mile radius. All I would need are the resources. The only drawback I could see was the lack of magic on anything I built, like Wards or Enchantments. “If you can get me the blueprint, I’ll get this built much faster.”
Zorinn studied me closely before responding. “If you don’t mind me asking, is everything all right?”
I offered a small, appreciative smile. “I’m fine. Just a problem to deal with later. For now, I want to focus on ensuring the vampire caretakers are as educated as possible and helping you with the building.”
Zorinn’s expression brightened with approval. “I’ll get tutors sorted for them as soon as possible,” he said firmly, hitting his fist on his chest. “And if there’s anything the Dwarves can do to help with this other problem, you need only say the word.”
“Thank you,” I said with a gentle shake of my head. “But this is something I’ll handle myself.”
Zorinn nodded respectfully. “Fair enough. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.” Turning to one of the nearby Dwarves, his commanding voice cut through the clamour of the construction site. “You there! Fetch the blueprints from the tent. Be quick about it.”
The Dwarf nodded and allowed his small legs to carry him off, disappearing into a large canvas tent set up nearby. Within moments, he returned, carrying several large rolled-up parchments in his hands, holding them out with a respectful bow as he approached.
With a thankful nod, I use The Force to telekinetically unravel the parchments and hold them in the air, scanning them and committing them to memory before rolling the parchments back up and handing them back to the waiting Dwarf. “You may return them. I have what I need.”
Ignoring the Dwarf as he scurried away back into the tent, I purchased some materials needed to lay the foundations while making my way further into the construction site. Grabbing a pickaxe from one of the tool racks, I approached a section of rock that needed to be demolished with the Dwarf workers making way as I passed. With a set stance, I swung the pickaxe, striking the rock with a sharp clang.
To the astonishment of the surrounding Dwarves, the area I struck instantly transformed into a small, floating cube, hovering briefly before I casually reached out and placed it in the [Hoard]. The site fell into stunned silence as several more of the Dwarves stopped their work to watch after seeing the terrain suddenly turn into a perfectly cubed 1-metre cubed surface, curious and confused to see what I was doing.
Unfazed, I moved to the next section of rock and repeated the process, pickaxe hitting with a satisfying clang and the debris turning into another small floating cube before disappearing into the [Hoard]. Even as I worked, I went through everything I could make with the appropriate resources. Those being, all the vehicles and buildings and buildings I had scanned from the 3 verses I had been to so far, the [Gauntlet], the [Slips-pace Drive] as well as all the others I had learned from Cortana.
Enchantments could always be added at a later date.
“WHAT THE BLOODY-HELL ARE YOU LOT STARING AT?” Zorinn’s booming voice snapped the Dwarves out of their stupor. “GET BACK TO BLOODY WORK! NOW!”
Sufficiently chastened, the Dwarves quickly returned to their tasks, the clinking of tools resuming in earnest while I worked steadily, methodically removing the remaining areas of rock that needed demolition. At some point, I put the pickaxe down and just started using [Force Lightning], getting the same result but with a wider range, all I had to do was telekinetically grab the small floating cubes and place them in the [Hoard].
I would have delegated the task of collecting the floating cubes to the Dwarves but when one of them accidentally touched a cube it just went back to what it was before. A quick test later showed they couldn’t even carry the cubed for me without them turning back to what they were. Water, wood, dirt, it didn’t matter. It would just turn back.
Once the area was clear, I told the Dwarves to clear out as I stood back, closing my eyes briefly to visualise the foundation of the bank in my mind and using The Force to sense the dig site for any discrepancies. Finding none, I instantly placed the necessary materials, each block appearing seamlessly with a barely visible line between each block to indicate the location of the bonding.
“Brilliantly done, Lord Grey,” Zorinn said as he approached with an expression of appreciation as he stroked his beard. “I’ve never seen Alchemy and Transfiguration used quite like that before. To turn rock into those cubes and lay a foundation out of nowhere—remarkable. Your skills go beyond anything I’ve ever heard of. And to think they will only improve after your apprenticeship under Lord Flamel.”
“It’s sort of a blend of methods,” I replied modestly, offering a small but genuine smile. I could see where he got the idea that it was Alchemy and Transfiguration. I had used the supplies I purchased from the System, which weren’t in sight, so it looked like I turned dirt into highly reinforced bricks. “But you’re not entirely wrong.”
Zorinn chuckled with a light shake of his head. “Whatever it is, it’s impressive. With this, the rest of the construction will be done in record time.”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “I’ll get started on the Wards now and leave you guys to it.”
With that, I turned toward the perimeter of the site and began weaving the improved wards on top of the wards they had already set, all while linking them to Zorinn as they were before. Soon enough I was done and using [Blink] to pay an old man a visit.
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Hogwarts: Headmaster’s Office
Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
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After a long day in the Ministry, Dumbledore sat relaxed in his ornate Enchanted chair, releasing a tired sigh as he leaned back, popping a lemon drop in his mouth. It may have been relatively easy to shut down yet another attempt of the higher classes in limiting those they believe are beneath them. He was about to start working on a counter-proposal for the next Wazingmot meeting when the tranquil quiet of the office shattered in an instant as a shockwave of magical energy erupted through the room.
The wards surrounding the office, powerful and intricate as they were, crumbled under the force, sending furniture, trinkets, and delicate instruments flying. Dumbledore’s deceptively quick movements allowed him to summon the Elder Wand and cast a shielding charm — adding it to the wandless one he cast instinctively — just in time for the protective barrier to shimmer into being, absorbing some of the blast.
Papers scattered, paintings were flown all over the room, and the air was filled with dust and fragments of splintered wood. When the chaos subsided and the dust began to settle, his sharp blue eyes peered through the haze to see a figure standing amidst the wreckage. He was worried, not for himself, but if someone could so easily break into the Headmaster’s office and cause this much carnage with just their arrival, then their companions could do much worse elsewhere in the castle.
As the dust settled further, he could see the new lord of Little Tree, clad in what looked like meticulously designed, pristine armour. The utterly blank visage of his features did little to hide the fury Dumbledore could see in his eyes, something he had little experience with during the few months the boys spent attending Hogwarts.
Reaching out with magic to make sure he was who he thought he was, Dumbbellsdore was both relieved at sensing it was in fact young Johnathan’s magic and somewhat awestruck at the sheer amount of magic he could feel. It was only after a moment of staring at the boy’s face that he realised he was older than he last saw him – if only by a year or so. He almost allowed his curiosity to get the better of him and ask if the boy had been offered a deal by the Unspeakables behind his back before the boy spoke, barely above a whisper.
“You had one job,” The Hogwarts alumni said, with a voice devoid of emotion, yet full of anger. Power, rolling off him. “Destroy the soul..”
Dumbledore raised his wand ever-so-slightly in a defensive manner, his lips parting to speak, but then he froze. A frown creased his aged face as he realised he couldn’t move. He tried to sense the magic binding him, to start countering it, but it was unlike anything he had encountered before — esoteric, overwhelming, and impossible to unravel. The only way he could think of was overpowering it through sheer magical force, but even that didn’t seem to work.
The boy took a slow step forward, raising a gauntleted hand which seemed to hold the bindings. “You failed,” Grey continued, almost eerily unconcerned that the man standing in front of him was once considered the most powerful Wizard on the planet. “And now, I will take the Elder Wand from you. You’ve lost the right to wield it.”
Dumbledore’s eyes widened as the boy mentioned the Wand, before a deep frown replaced it, his mind racing even as his body remained unmovable. His wand arm twitched slightly, though it was clear he couldn’t lift it. “You—” he started, but his words faltered.
Young Johnathan interrupted. “With the power of the Elder Wand in your hands, you still subjected millions — if not billions — to pain, suffering, death and the desolation of war by not dealing with the soul as requested.” The boy paused, seeing the eyes of the headmaster narrow. “You don’t believe me. Allow me to show you.”
With a flick of his hand, the boy telekinetically pulled Dumbledore toward him, the older wizard’s feet dragging slightly across the floor. Dumbledore’s shield charm flickered out of existence as Johnathan placed a gauntleted hand on his head, causing the aged Wizards world momentarily went blank.
Although the boy didn’t make his way through his [Occlumency] shields, images still assaulted Dumbledore’s mind with brutal clarity, and with them, the emotions felt by the victims. He saw and felt the horrors inflicted by Tom in a new body — hooded figures performing dark rituals, innocent people tortured and killed, families torn apart. He felt the pain, the anguish, the despair of countless victims. He saw Voldemort’s triumphant cruel smile as he orchestrated atrocities with meticulous malice, all the while not being able to change anything in the vision.
And through it all, Jonathan’s voice echoing in his ear. “This is what you have allowed. This is what you could have stopped.”
Dumbledore’s heart wrenched as the weight of the visions bore down on him. He knew he could use his [Occlumency] skills to mitigate the emotional backlash, but the techniques used didn't force its way through the inner walls of his shields so he allowed it, if only to properly understand what was truly going on. With tears now streaming down his face, he understood. The magical ability, the lack of ability to delve into his mind throughout the year, the academic performance. He had now confirmed the theory.
The boy was a seer.
The boy was a seer that learned what would happen and decided to help the magical world. To do so, he decided to get powerful enough to go up against a Dark Lord himself and put his soul in a bottle. Then gave the soul over to those he considered to be the most responsible in the Wizarding world, only to find that they failed. And the boy had felt that failure at such a young age, possibly multiple times.
He withdrew his hand, releasing Dumbledore from both the visions and his odd magical hold, letting the headmaster stumble back onto his behind as he gasped for air. His wand — having now turned cold in his palm — fell from his trembling hand, clattering to the floor.
“Do better,” the boy — no, Lord Grey said firmly. Without another word, he pulled the Wand from the floor to his waiting palm, only for it to disappear to Merlin knows where, before he vanished with a white flash of light.
It was that moment the door to the office burst open, with McGonagall and Snape entering, wands raised and heads on a swivel. They stopped short at the sight of the room as their eyes took in the damages, expressions shifting to shock as they saw the overturned furniture, shattered instruments, and the visibly shaken Headmaster in tears.
“Albus!” McGonagall exclaimed in concern. “What happened here?”
Snape’s dark eyes continued to scan the room as he spoke, still looking for the assailant. “Headmaster, are you hurt?”
Dumbledore remained silent for a long moment before slowly straightening, gazing into the distance as he wiped his tear-streaked face. “Consequences of my actions, I’m afraid,” He said quietly, with a tone filled with regret and heavy emotion.
McGonagall and Snape exchanged a look, their confusion evident, but neither pressed further, having noticed the Wards go back to normal.
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Jonathan Grey
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With the Elder Wand in the [Hoard], I'll admit I was feeling a little better. I’ve yet to physically touch it, but I could instinctively feel that it saw me as its owner the moment Dumbledore tried to escape from my hold and failed. My current wand was also feeling a little jealous, so I’ll probably have to use it more often so it doesn’t feel left out. Maybe the Jedi and Sith will start trying to create their own versions when they see me in action, it could further uplift my mood to see them struggle.
It's not like any news could worsen my mood after learning of Voldy’s escape and experiencing those horrific visions.
[Gifted Backstory: Activated]
[Backstory: You are the child of The Mother — Abeloth….
OH FUCK-OFF!
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"OH FUCK-OFF!"
—Johnathan Grey
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Hello There
Minecrafter is that expensive even without the magic-related things like portals and enchanting because it’s basically reality warping if you think about it. I even thought about making it more expensive but settled for what it is now. It didn’t come with an inventory with that price either.
John now also has the Elder Wand, so that’s the trifecta ticked off.
By the way, have you guys heard of that sweet lady Abeloth?
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Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC and original ideas. All credit goes to their respective owners.
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Thank you for reading.
As always, stay awesome.
Until next time, Light's out.
Comments
joshua rooney
Technically the Eragon movie sucked bad there are four books written by the author that are better than the movie and in the third book Eragon gets a transformation and immortality, as well as the fourth book where it is discovered that the old dragon riders stashed away hundreds of dragon eggs in a sealed chamber on a contaminated island.
Lightest_Reader
Much appreciated👍
Wilfrid Calixte killian
Hello, just to say that your story is great. I like how you gave Dumbledore a chance and then you took his wand and showed the consequences of these choices.
Holosagewolf
I actually have a request. Can you post a picture of his armor?
LothWolf
An Eldritch Mother who is obsessed with family and will be possibly trying to do anything to get and interact with her new Son
LothWolf
“Gifted Backstory: Activated] [Backstory: You are the child of The Mother — Abeloth” So I guess that The Father and The Son and The Daughter of The Ones might consider him family by adoption if Abeloth is his mother in the Star Wars Universe
Lightest_Reader
The backstory I'm going for is a mixture.
David Zimmerle
"OH FUCK-OFF!" Probably the only correct response to this.
Alex Delgado
The minecrafter makes sense due to the crazy shit you can technically do. If he has the crafting station and the furnace that does everything for you, then the time you can save, as long as you have the materials is incredible. As for Abeloth well that is an interesting parentage she is basically your Eldritch mommy now.
Holosagewolf
will he be in her prison? free banished to another galaxy then return?
Austin
Love your story thanks for the update
