A new story (branch) (Prequel to Gameknight’s first Adventure to Minecraft)

Many do not care about NPCS when they die, mainly users, but not NPCS. Villagers do the salute of sacrifice, letting grief take over temporarily, but a little while after the salute, there will be confusion on where they will go, some worry for that. Some think they are deleted from the code, gone forever, and some others think the code in them change into what the world is made from… like the grass, the trees, the ores…
But I am one of them who… died.
My name is Cobbler. I tried to protect the village by trying to quickly build a wall from the monsters, but a creeper… detonated, stopped me and kept me from seeing my wife and child, ever again.
As that happened, I thought, “What will happen to me now?” as I fade into darkness. “Will I be deleted?” I see myself trapped in darkness. Nothing happens; I am stuck here in this position. Would I stay like this forever?
Something seems to move through the darkness. Some sort of… color swirls around, it is a color barely lighter than black, and I can see it swirl around me. And slowly, the colors organize themselves, and it shows another of my kind, an NPC.
“What happened to you?” I ask. “Did the monsters have you too?”
The NPC laughed. She seemed like a woman. “No.”
“But…”
“I know what you are thinking,” she says, “that how I can be here… without, er, the ‘monsters having you.'”
“Yes.” I grimaced. This villager didn’t seem to be exactly what villagers actually were. “What are you?”
“You see, I am the Oracle.”
I gasped. The Oracle? I thought she was more of a myth, and I never thought I would meet her “in my life.”
“But… I have a question to ask,” I interrupt, “what’s going to happen to me?”
“Well…” she said, having a slight grim face, “normally you would be sent to a secret dimension, ‘The NPC’s world .’ Now, as you see, you were responsible for your village and did not focus on just benefits for you but for others. But these times are grave, and we need both sides living and dead to fight the monsters of the night. They are planning to destroy Minecraft.”
“Oh, but… they’re monsters. That’s not possible; they normally don’t fight together. ”
“Two extraordinary monsters, named Erebus, and Malacoda, plan to get all the monsters together and fight their way to the Source and destroy it, and the User-that-is-not-a-user has arrived, and both sides, living or dead must help.”
“Great. Two monster leaders. What else?” I grumble.
Somehow, she seemed to hear me. “That is not all. Both monsters are on different servers, causing havoc. But the true leader is Herobrine, the virus that is trying to escape to cause trouble in the physical world, waiting until Erebus or Malacoda to destroy the Source, and thus that  opens the Gateway of Light. That way, he will be able to escape, adding more chaos to the Physical World than just Minecraft.”
“Someone’s gonna have to stop them.” I look at the ground. “How are we supposed to help?”