DC:I A Minecrafter

Feng walked the streets of Metropolis with a depressing aura around him. "Stupid interface"

He muttered under his breath. "oh well i know have 9,000$ with me i might as well get to a cafe, i am pretty sure my crown and cape stand out and also my orange hair, but this is a part of my character and i can't get rid of it, like it's literally apart of me"

He placed a finger in his chin. "I wonder…what would happen if i summoned the wither here or revived the ender dragon"

Feng then immediately dropped the idea, fighting a real life wither sounded like hell, he would rather fight the ender dragon that could erase countless blocks with its body alone and can shoot fire, in truth it was easier to fight the ender dragon than the wither.

He put his hands at the back of his head and continued walking his way to the unknown when suddenly an explosion happened near him.

The shockwave from the explosion nearly knocked Feng off his feet. He stumbled, catching himself on a nearby lamppost as bits of debris rained down onto the street. People around him screamed, running for cover as smoke billowed from the source of the blast—an armored truck, overturned and engulfed in flames.

Feng squinted through the chaos. "Well, that's… not good."

From the smoke emerged several armed men, their faces covered by high-tech masks. They were wielding advanced-looking weapons that crackled with energy, clearly not standard-issue firearms. One of them barked orders, pointing at a vault they had pried open from the truck.

"Load it up! Move fast before the big guy shows up!" the leader yelled.

Feng's first instinct was to run. This wasn't his problem; he had no business getting involved with a heist in a city full of superheroes. But then he hesitated, his hand twitching as it hovered near his inventory screen.

"I mean… I could at least try to do something, right? Isn't this what Minecraft players do? Build, adapt, and survive?"

He sighed, stepping back into the shadows of an alley. "Fine. Let's see what I've got to work with"

He then equipped his Iron armor from his inventory, put the shield he crafted in the Mc world and also his iron sword, if people were to see him, he would look like a white knight with no impurities in his armor

Feng stepped out of the shadows, his iron armor gleaming under the flickering light of the flames. The shield strapped to his arm bore a crude, pixelated design—effective but not exactly intimidating. The iron sword in his hand, while simple, radiated a sense of practicality.

He took a deep breath and muttered to himself, "Alright, Feng, time to be a hero. Or at least, try not to die."

The robbers, busy loading the truck's loot, finally noticed him. One of them scoffed. "What is this? Some medieval cosplayer trying to play knight?"

The leader pointed his energy weapon at Feng, a sinister hum emanating from its barrel. "Get lost, kid, before you regret it."

Feng smirked, lifting his shield. "Regret it? Buddy, I fought the Ender Dragon with nothing but beds. You're just another mob to me."

Without waiting for a response, Feng charged forward, raising his shield to block the first blast of energy. The impact reverberated through his arm, but the shield held firm. As he closed the distance, he swung his iron sword, slashing at the nearest robber's weapon and knocking it out of their hands.

The others immediately turned their guns on him, unleashing a barrage of shots. Feng ducked behind his shield, inching closer as the blasts ricocheted off the iron.

"Man, I miss Netherite," he grumbled, sidestepping a particularly strong blast that left scorch marks on the pavement.

One robber lunged at him with a knife, but Feng sidestepped and countered with a shield bash, sending the attacker sprawling to the ground. "Next time, try enchanting your gear," he quipped, slamming the shield into another thug who got too close.

The leader growled in frustration. "Forget this guy! Just grab the loot and—"

Before he could finish, a blur of red and blue shot into the scene, landing with a resounding thud. Superman straightened, his cape billowing as his piercing eyes locked onto the robbers.

"That's enough," the Man of Steel declared, his voice calm yet commanding.

The robbers froze, their bravado crumbling in an instant. Superman didn't even flinch as they fired their weapons at him; the blasts dissipated harmlessly against his chest.

One of the men dropped his gun, backing away. "Screw this, I'm out!" he shouted, but before he could flee, Superman shot forward, incapacitating him with a flick of his wrist.

In the midst of the chaos, Feng leaned on his sword, panting. "Guess my part's done, huh?"

Superman turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "You did well. But… who are you?" His gaze swept over Feng's armor, shield, and sword, lingering on the crown and cape. "You're… not from around here, are you?"

Feng chuckled nervously, sheathing his sword. "Let's just say I'm visiting. You know, seeing the sights, stopping a robbery or two. The usual tourist stuff."

Superman's expression softened slightly, though curiosity still burned in his eyes. "You're clearly not an ordinary tourist. That armor—where did you get it?"

Feng scratched the back of his head. "Uh, long story. Let's just say I'm good at crafting."

Superman tilted his head, considering. "Crafting, huh? Well, whoever you are, thanks for stepping in. But next time, leave it to the professionals. Metropolis can be dangerous for someone… unprepared."

Feng bristled slightly but nodded. "Yeah, I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for the backup."

As the authorities arrived to clean up the scene, Superman gave Feng one last curious look before taking off into the sky. Feng watched him go, exhaling deeply once he was out of sight.

"Well, that went better than expected," he muttered, opening his inventory to unequip his gear. The iron armor and sword vanished in a shimmer of light, replaced by his usual attire. "But man, I need to figure out how to upgrade my stuff. Iron's not gonna cut it if things keep escalating like this."

With that, Feng turned and continued his walk down the street, blending into the crowd once more.