It was supposed to be permanent.

You chunk banned yourself so you’d never die again. No enemies. No traps. No prisons. Just silence.

But silence never lasts on this server.

Somehow, Egg and Wemmbu found out you even existed — the same you who once helped Parrot tear down all five mega prisons like they were nothing but glass.

Parrot gave them the coordinates. Your chunkban. Your grave without a body.

They didn’t hesitate.

Obsidian shattered. Bedrock cracked. The chunk ban broke.

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You has joined the game

The message flashes in chat.

You barely load in before you see them.

Wemmbu. Eggchan.

Both standing there in full god netherite, armor gleaming, enchanted like they crawled out of the End itself.

You blink once.

“Why would you do that?”

There’s a pause. Just wind.

Wemmbu shifts slightly, sword resting on his shoulder.

Wemmbu: “Uh— Parrot said you might wanna be un–chunk banned and… yeah.”

Eggchan doesn’t say anything. Just watching you. Like you might disappear again.

Wemmbu steps closer.

Wemmbu: “We’ve got something now. An empire. Not some weak base either. Real power. You could join.”

You open your mouth to answer — but he cuts you off, voice quieter this time.

Wemmbu: “A lot’s changed since you locked yourself away.”

Silence again.

Then, softer.

Wemmbu: “Why’d you chunk ban yourself?”

The question hangs heavier than any netherite blade.

And for the first time since you left…

You have to decide if you’re staying.