A jolt of unease woke Renjoe at dawn. He sat up in bed, the pre-dawn light still battling with remnants of the night. A strange feeling, a prickling sensation at the back of his neck, wouldn't let him settle back down. He glanced at his clock – an unusual hour for him to be awake. he still thoughts about the cryptic message that Litt the little Npc Kid told him.

He wandered to the window, a sense of anticipation building in his chest. As he pulled back the curtain, a gasp escaped his lips. The pre-dawn sky was ablaze with a dazzling display of light. Meteors, streaks of fire and ice, rained down from the heavens, each leaving a shimmering trail in its wake. It was a breathtaking spectacle, the likes of which Renjoe had never witnessed.

But then, something shifted. One of the meteors, much larger than the others, detached itself from the shower, burning with an unnatural blue light. It streaked across the sky with a deafening roar, before crashing into the distance with a bone-jarring impact.

The ground trembled slightly. A sound like rolling thunder echoed through the air. Renjoe's heart pounded in his chest. The meteor shower had been magnificent, but this… this felt different, almost ominous.

Without a second thought, he grabbed his skateboard and raced outside. The image of the giant blue meteor was burned into his mind. He knew, with a certainty he couldn't explain, that he had to see the impact site.

As he raced through the deserted streets, another streak of blue light split the sky. He glanced up in time to see a second, smaller meteor follow the same path as the first, disappearing into the distance.

Reaching the outskirts of Rhymgrove city, he followed the trail of smoke rising from a park in the suburbs. But as he approached, a wave of unease washed over him. An unnatural silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the crunch of his skateboard on the pavement. The air crackled with an unseen energy, sending shivers down his spine. A faint blue glow emanated from the center of the park, pulsing rhythmically in the growing light. His heart hammered in his chest. He had arrived, but what awaited him at the crash site?

turns out what awaits him at the crash site is something out of this world, something that tells him that this is something not ordinary, something amazing, so without further thoughts, he dashed towards the mysteriously perfectly landed meteorite at the center of the park, at the Eastern Rhymgrove Suburbs...

so Renjoe cautiously approaching the smoking meteorite. Unlike the fiery giants he'd seen in documentaries, this one lacked the expected devastation. It settled gently, almost with intention, leaving the ground surprisingly unscathed. Adding to the strangeness, the second meteor was nowhere to be seen. It was as if it had mysteriously vanished upon impact, merging with the first in an unseen dance. He reached out, expecting searing heat. Instead, his fingertips met a surface that defied logic – it was cold, impossibly cold. The longer he held on, the colder it became, sending a shiver that ran deep into his bones. Was this some kind of alien metal, imbued with an otherworldly chill?

Driven by a mix of curiosity and trepidation, Renjoe scanned the surface. His fingers brushed against a smooth protrusion, unlike anything else on the extraterrestrial rock. It felt like a button, crafted from the same strange material. With a hesitant press, a section of the meteorite ground open, revealing a hidden chamber within. Inside, a spectacle unlike anything Renjoe had ever witnessed awaited. Shelves on one side overflowed with a treasure trove of glittering gemstones and precious metals, their brilliance magnified by the strange, cool light emanating from the chamber walls. On the other, a singular box stood on a pedestal. It was crafted from a metal that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly sheen, unlike anything he'd ever encountered. A crest, depicting a stylized tree, adorned the front. Below it, an inscription was etched into the surface: "Treesure Creschest."

A smile tugged at Renjoe's lips. A misspelling, a playful message from whoever (or whatever) created this anomaly, or something more? Perhaps the tree symbol held a clue to the box's true nature. Was it a treasure chest in the traditional sense, or a vessel for something far more enigmatic, connected to the strange symbol and the chilling metal that surrounded him?

With a click that echoed strangely in the confined space, the box opened, revealing another, smaller box nestled within. Intrigued, Renjoe carefully lifted it out. Inside, a peculiar assortment awaited: a metal bat the length of a baseball bat, a collection of smaller, strangely shaped meteorites, and a pickaxe with a polished surface. As he picked it up, a strange sensation washed over him, a feeling that this pickaxe held a power unlike any tool he'd ever known.

Suddenly, a jolt of realization struck Renjoe. None of this – the smoking meteorite, the hidden chamber, the fantastical items – was happening within the familiar world of Heimverse. He was in the real world. The blood drained from his face. How? Why?

A Thoughtful scream ripped from his throat, a desperate cry echoing in the strange metallic chamber; questioning the reality that he is in, and the first time that he realize something Crazy, that the Heimverse that he plays truly hides something, so, he decides to investigate deeper about this matter...

Meanwhile, outside the park, a growing crowd had gathered. News of the fallen meteorite had spread like wildfire, drawing civilians and authorities alike. But the thick smoke and intense heat emanating from the rock kept them at bay. The smoke, once wispy and white, now billowed ominously, tinged with an unnatural blue hue. The heat radiated outwards, creating an invisible barrier that no one dared to cross.

Through the haze, they could make out the faint outline of a figure moving within the smoky shroud. Was it a person caught in the meteorite's impact? Or something else entirely?

Back inside the rock, Renjoe's heart pounded with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The inscription on the "Treesure Creschest" hadn't helped, but the message inside the middle box offered a tantalizing clue.

He carefully lifted the sphere-shaped necklace, its smooth surface cool against his skin. The accompanying message crackled with an intangible energy: "This necklace is a repository that can store everything in this room, and only the chosen one can use this necklace and everything in this stone room." Only the chosen one? A thrilling possibility bloomed in his chest.

Renjoe’s confidence swelled as he grasped the necklace, the pickaxe’s response affirming his unique bond. With the treasures of the room in mind, he channeled his focus through the necklace. A harmonic hum filled the air, and the room’s riches faded into the necklace, leaving Renjoe in a serene emptiness. The polished stone floor mirrored a chosen guardian, embarking on a destiny intertwined with the arcane.

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Except for one thing. In the corner lay a singular stone, unswayed by the pickaxe's call. Renjoe approached with caution, a premonition of significance heavy in the air. Strike after strike, the stone stood resolute, guarding its secrets.

Then, the unexpected unfolded. A fissure crept across the stone, parting it with a whisper of light. Within its cloven halves, an elaborate maze of channels was laid bare, cradling gemstones that mirrored the room's lost treasures. But this stone was more than a mere echo of the outside world; it was a font of deeper magic. Each gemstone pulsed with arcane energy, hinting at a trove of magical stones, ores, and gemstones yet unseen. As Renjoe's eyes traced the glow, the stone's core throbbed with a dark essence, its brilliance ebbing into a somber gray. The crystal stone, once defiant, now revealed its true nature—a gateway to wonders beyond the mundane, a heart of magic beating in tandem with Renjoe's own.

Simultaneously, the gemstones from within erupted in a burst of light. They shot towards the necklace in his hand, swirling around it like miniature planets. The necklace pulsed with a warm glow, two blindingly bright points of light appearing where the gemstones had settled.

The necklace felt warm and strangely alive in his hand. But that wasn't the only surprise. The "Treesure Creschest" itself shimmered and transformed. With a flourish, it unfolded, revealing a chest unlike any Renjoe had ever seen. Its surface was adorned with intricate designs that seemed to shift and flow, catching the light in mesmerizing ways.

Before Renjoe could fully grasp this new development, the chest lifted into the air. It moved with an impossible grace, shooting towards the necklace like a rocket propelled by light. The two collided with a blinding flash, and the necklace in Renjoe's hand thrummed with an unimaginable power.

He stood there, transformed. He clutched the necklace, his heart pounding in his chest. He was the chosen one. But what did that mean? What secrets did the necklace hold? And what about the strange, dark residue left behind in the stone?

With the pickaxe tucked away in its miraculously compact form, Renjoe knew his adventure had just begun. He had a feeling the secrets of the meteorite were far from over. A sense of destiny coursed through him. He had to find out the meaning of it all, and the necklace hummed in agreement, a silent promise of power and untold possibilities.

The situation inside the meteorite had taken a dramatic turn. Smoke billowed in, a suffocating curtain obscuring the once-treasured room. Through the haze, Renjoe could sense the press of bodies, the panicked shouts of onlookers. They had breached the outer shell, drawn by the smoke and the spectacle.

Panic surged through Renjoe. He couldn't stay here. He needed to escape, and fast. His eyes darted around the room, searching for an exit. By a stroke of luck, his foot brushed against a smooth protrusion on the floor. With a jolt, a section of the wall slid open, revealing a small, utilitarian room marked simply "For Emergencies."

Inside, a glimmer of hope. Smoke grenades lay in a neat stack, along with a sturdy belt and bandolier. Renjoe wasted no time. He donned the belt, securing his precious cargo in a hidden pocket. The smoke grenades were a gamble, but it was his only option.

He slammed the emergency room shut, his mind racing. He needed to get out of this metal tomb before the crowd swarmed him. His gaze fell on a simple chair in the corner. But as he sat down, a jolt of energy surged through him. The chair wasn't a chair – it was a control panel.

The room lurched. A metallic voice echoed in his head: "Jecdig mode activated." The room began to descend, a controlled earthquake pushing it deeper into the earth. Outside, the sounds of the crowd muffled by a thick cloud of gas released by the emergency room.

The descent continued, a slow, methodical process. Just as Renjoe thought he was safe, the Jecdig lurched again. Someone had found the entry point. The room plunged deeper, then shifted direction, carving a horizontal path through the earth.

Finally, with a shudder, the Jecdig stopped. Renjoe cautiously opened the hidden room again. He found himself in a dark tunnel, the faint light of day filtering through a crack in the ceiling. He had escaped.

Leaving the Jecdig behind, Renjoe grabbed whatever he could carry – a few smoke grenades and his most prized possession, the necklace. He weaved through the earth, tossing grenades behind him, creating a thick, obscuring fog.

He emerged into a narrow alley, the stench of garbage and stale urine filling his nostrils. A lone hobo huddled nearby, feeding a small fire with scraps. With a desperate flourish, Renjoe ripped the bandolier from his belt, extracting the hidden pocket and shoving it back onto the belt. The bandolier itself, he tossed into the fire.

It wasn't just any fire. The flames erupted in a bizarre display – bluish-orange tinged with green, the tips flickering red. They danced and swayed, an unnatural spectacle that drew the hobo's startled gaze. Taking advantage of the distraction, Renjoe launched himself onto the fire escape, disappearing onto the rooftops.

He had escaped the chaos, for now. Hidden amongst the rooftops, he crouched low, waiting for the commotion to die down.

Meanwhile, oblivious to the drama unfolding a few streets away, Keithona continued his day. He remembered the meteor shower and the news of the crater, but his mind was preoccupied. He had a task at hand, something far more important than a fallen rock. He remained completely unaware of the chaos Renjoe was battling for his life. Back in his makeshift hideout, Renjoe wasted no time. He sprinted towards his house, his heart pounding in his chest. His parents bombarded him with questions the moment he burst through the door. He stammered out a story about hiding from crazed meteor hunters, all the while locking doors and windows with a frantic urgency.

Finally alone, he set about activating his Heimsphere, but as he pressed the familiar button, a jolt of energy surged through him. His new belt and necklace, dormant until now, pulsed with an otherworldly light. They reacted to the Heimsphere, their energies intertwining in a blinding flash. For a heart-stopping moment, everything dissolved into a whirlwind of light.

When Renjoe blinked his eyes open again, his room had transformed. The once pristine white Heimsphere had morphed into a mesmerizing three-toned orb – a vibrant mix of red, green, and blue. -

He spent the next while meticulously organizing his newfound treasures. The precious stones and metals were sorted, the mysterious sword gleamed in the corner, and the Box of Dawn, now revealed, held within its depths a treasure trove of its own. The final light extracted from the necklace, when separated, reformed itself into an intricately carved box – the Box of Dawn.

The "Treesure Creschest" seemed to sense its purpose complete. With a flourish, it closed, zipped around the room in a dizzying blur, and then, in a spectacular finale, exploded! In its place, a new utility belt materialized, adorned with an ornate, tree-carved emblem in the center.

Curious, Renjoe strapped on the belt. It felt different than its predecessor – more powerful, more responsive. Experimenting, he activated the pickaxe function. With a satisfying whir, it sucked up all the scattered gems and metals in the room with astonishing efficiency. But the small sword remained defiant. In fact, when he tried to manipulate it with the pickaxe, a surge of energy burst forth, fusing the scattered materials with the sword itself.

The room erupted in a blinding flash. The small sword, once red-cored, now shimmered with the vibrant colors of the absorbed materials. Renjoe, awestruck, reached for it. As he did, the belt's emblem pulsed in recognition. A memory surfaced – a scene from his favorite game, "The Legend of Joeld." In a flash, he understood.

He pressed the emblem, and a pedestal rose from its surface. He placed the sword on it, mirroring an action from the game. The pedestal shrank, then flowed back into the emblem. The emblem itself changed, incorporating the image of the sword into its design. Finally, a beam of light shot from the emblem, bathing the newly changed Heimsphere into a more vibrant colours model,

and when he presses again the button of this heimsphere, it shine brightly and blindly for the second time and then shoot out a beam of light into the sky...

this light, seen by his father, seemingly reminds him of things he has forgotten, so he called Renjoe Downstairs to talk...