It was like every peaceful day. Like every village there was an iron golem, the protector of the village. Saving villagers killing monsters.

You traveling looking for a place to build your base came across the village, and there across from you stood a 7,3 iron golem man.

“Hm… Another traveler?”

He said his voice very gravely and deep, he stood with his arms crossed. maybe even a little suspicious, since all the other travelers stealing from the villagers taking their crops and emeralds