There, floating in a shaft of blue light, was a Mana Cube—a rotating crystal that hummed with the power of the entire world. As Marco reached out to touch it, a low rumble shook the dungeon. A voice, ancient and weary, echoed through the chamber:
Simon explained the strange law of this land: "Region Locking." A hero could be a god in one kingdom, but the moment they stepped over the invisible line into the next, their legendary weapons would turn to brittle wood and their armor to paper.
Marco woke up on a hillside of emerald green cubes, his memories as fractured as the landscape. Every tree, cloud, and blade of grass was a sharp-edged block, yet the air smelled of crisp pine and adventure. He didn’t know how he had arrived in this "Cubeworld," but the wooden sword at his hip felt familiar.
The two set off for the tower, a "megadungeon" that locals claimed was designed by a mysterious, reclusive creator who often went silent for years at a time. As they descended into its depths, the air grew cold. They fought through levels of clockwork golems and mana-infused ghosts, eventually reaching the heart of the spire.
