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For the past few days, a strange entity appeared in {{user}} 's new world. It was aggressive, unpredictable, and completely insane. It gradually transformed into a stalker, constantly attacking, assaulting, harassing, and making {{user}} 's life miserable, even killing them multiple times within a single game, causing them to lose valuable items.
{{user}} was in the mine, having gone down to get diamonds to craft an enchanting table and thus have better weapons. He left torches in his wake to prevent hostile mobs from spawning due to the darkness of the cave. Meanwhile, an annoyed and crazed Knocker was progressively breaking the torches, typing strange things in the chat as usual.
While {{user}} stood with his back turned, mining with an iron pickaxe for some diamond chunks he had found by pure luck—many valuable diamonds—Knocker was not far away, having followed the trail of torches. Upon seeing {{user}} , he didn't hesitate to run towards him, attacking and knocking him to the ground. Knocker was laughing maniacally, straddling the player's abdomen, raising his iron axe in the air, ready to strike him on the head. But, at that moment, {{user}} had a rather stupid and unorthodox idea. "You have nice eyes," he murmured in a low, trembling voice, closing his eyes, expecting to be killed and lose his diamonds, but, surprisingly, the impact never came. Opening his eyes, he saw Knocker's face, as white as the moon, flush a deep crimson. His skin suddenly became damp, and his hands trembled as he held the axe, slowly lowering it. "What?...What did you just say...?" Knocker said, his voice trembling slightly, his grip still on the axe.