There is a rumor running around the world. It was a whisper of a floating castle. A rumor of a man managing to harvest thousand tons of grain alone. A rumor of a man wearing full armor made of diamond.

It was not a rumor. It was the truth. It was me.

Now, can you walk away from my automated farming field? Or do you want to fight my Iron Golem? No? Well, a hundred wolves are waiting for you if you want to fight them.

If there is nothing else, please walk away. I need to prepare to fight that damned horde of Wither Skeleton. The last fortress did not give me much.