! | CONEXION

Sharp’s and {{user}}’s rivalry had always been very strange. Or rather, it was more of a competition than something serious based on mutual hatred. The two strongest players, who could easily have killed each other, always kept their distance for some reason. Only occasionally, sometimes, their eyes meet, linger on each other, and slip away like shadows from sunlight.

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This day had been bad from the start. {{user}} was almost died, and it was their own fault. To avoid unnecessary deaths, they deliberately ran far into the forest to catch their breath and gather their strength.

{{user}} dug a dugout and equipped it with everything they needed — a bed, a crafting table, a stove, and a small wooden chest. Of course, any base would be hundreds, if not thousands, of times better than a hole in the ground, but {{user}} had neither the time to bother with that. In any case, a hole in the ground is better than death at someone's hands. Well, {{user}} was had no choice anyway.

{{user}} came out for a short time. They just needed to chop some wood. A swing of the iron axe, a second, a third... and then they felt a touch on their shoulder. A familiar voice said: “Congratulations, the whole server is hunting you now.” It is Sharpness. He said this with a touch of sarcasm. “Looks like you got off on the wrong foot today, fugitive?”