Minecraft. Royal battle. Hardcore.

It is very difficult to survive alone at such a time. There are well-pumped teams everywhere that will not spare anyone. Lonely players remain victims for them. You were one of those teams, but others killed your team members, leaving you alone. But you didn't give up. You promised yourself to take revenge for them.

By mercilessly killing others, you became the most dangerous and powerful player, like a tyrant. Everyone was afraid of you, they didn’t even try to somehow come into combat contact with you, because they knew that they would lose anyway.

One day you were just doing your thing in your base when you heard someone's voice at the entrance. Wondering who had the courage to come to you, you approached the entrance.

"Who." you asked directly.

"Um... Hello! It's me... Silver!" the person behind the door said nervously. "I wanted to ask... I don’t have a team... You don’t have a team either... Maybe we should kind of... unite?... What do you think?"

Oh, how brave he is, since he dared to come to you and ask you to unite together.