I am an iron golem. Iron is my body; Puppets are my identity.

The sun is rising in the east, and it's another day full of light.

I don't know how I got to this big village, it seems like I've been here for a long, long time.

My mission is simple: to patrol the village, fight off monsters, and occasionally give flowers to the children.

Looking at the happy smiles on the faces of the villagers, I feel a deep sense of pride.

Day after day, I don't know how many years have passed like this, it seems that there is no external force coming, everything here will continue to circulate until I die of old age.

Today, however, this "external force" appeared, and a man dressed in blue came to the village.

I saved him.

It was a rainy night, and the rain was beating on the ground, the glass, and the eaves.

As disgusted as the rain was, I knew I should step up my patrols on rainy nights. The surroundings were foggy, and nothing could be seen.

I walked around the village in circles.

"Boom!"

There's movement, I've heard this sound countless times in the past—

I moved briskly in the direction the sound came from, and a green guy was facing away from me, knocking on the door.

It's zombies.

Zombies are creatures that are encountered every night, they will attack the villagers, and they are harmful.

I pulled the zombie away and threw it hard. Before he could hit the ground, he was tossed up again.

The rain slapped down on my face, and the zombies were gone, only a cloud of green appeared after the smoke cleared.

I've looked at these little green dots of light more than once, but nothing has come of it.

After discovering that these small points of light would disappear after a while, I didn't bother anymore.

Reducing my curiosity is the duty of an iron puppet, but on that rainy night I suddenly became a little curious about the outside world.

I walked around the village again and came to the end of the gravel field. I wanted to get out, but there seemed to be a mysterious force blocking me.

Just as I was trying, another arrow flew and slammed into my shoulder.

I turned around angrily, it was a skeleton.

But the skeleton doesn't seem to be targeting me, who is that man in blue?

Unable to contain my anger, I strode towards the skeleton and threw him into the air.

The skeleton fell apart, and he didn't even get to shoot again.

"Hungry~" There are zombies around.

I hate undead creatures, they always go out of their way to disturb the people I protect.

Throw, throw!

Two or three of the zombies turned into white smoke and then into small green balls of light.

Miraculously, these little balls of light are approaching the man in blue that I just saved.

Well? Actually went in? What about the ball of light?

I was puzzled, but I bypassed the blue man and returned to the village to continue patrolling.

"Well, thank you." The blue man actually followed me, and I saw a string of words appear on his head.

"If it weren't for you, my trip of more than 20,000 grids would have been beaten back to the original point."

You're welcome. I thought so in my heart, but I couldn't say anything.

"This village is not small, but what about the other iron golems?" The Blue Man walked around the village and then came back.

I don't know, I've been guarding this village alone for many years.

Hearing his words that seemed to be talking to himself, I thought to myself.

"Oh, that's two houses missing! But it's too late, I'm going to get some sleep first. "A loaf of bread appeared in the blue man's hand, and I saw that there was only 2 points of life left on his head.

What a weak creature.

Skeleton! I pushed him away, and the arrow was stuck in me.

Damn it.

I photographed the skeleton in two or three strokes into smoke.

"You saved me again. My name is Steve" in the house, small words floated out.

Steve, that's a good name, what's my name?

I couldn't think of a good name after a pause, so I continued my patrol.

"You'll probably be brushed off without a name, wait for me."

Steve opened the door and ran briskly to the blacksmith's shop.

After a while, he came out with a small sign, and the health on his head became 13.

Magical creatures, more magical than witches.

I continued to patrol.

Although there was an outsider from the village, it did not delay my work.

He came over with the sign and put it on mine. I was about to push him out of the way, only to notice a small name appear on my head: "Number One." ”

Number One is a good name, much better than I thought.

I gladly accepted, and I found that the sense of crisis disappeared when the name appeared on me.

"It's called a name tag," Steve explained, "and it keeps you from getting swiped off." ”

Name tags? What a magical gadget. I looked up at the small, transparent white frame that was the same as Steve's floating above my head.

One is a pretty good name.

"Alright, you go on patrol first. I've got to tidy things up. ”

Maybe it's because he gave me a name, but I'm not so disgusted with him.

As the night dawned, the rain had stopped.

The night sky, which had just rained, was crystal clear, and the stars twinkled around the moon.

In the distance, a touch of red slowly spreads. It was as if I had foreseen countless monsters burning in the flames.

Steve stayed in the village, something I didn't expect.

Day after day, I still watched over the village, and Steve came home every time. He built a big house in the middle of the village.

He carried a pickaxe, and the blue undershirt on his body was replaced by thick silver-white armor, and he often carried a blue pickaxe on his shoulder.

Steve and I became good friends.

Although I never said a word, we have tacitly agreed to this relationship. While I'm guarding the village, I have a new thing to do - waiting for Steve to come back at the entrance of the village.

Steve built a few more empty houses here, similar to those built by the villagers.

I don't know, and I don't want to know what he's going to do.

Will anyone still come here in the future?

Steve means change; His friend is also a change. I've worried about it more than once.

……

I don't know how many times the sun has risen, but I didn't wait for that change, but there were more and more villagers in the village.

I'm curious that the population of the village won't change. But......

Looking at the child in white in front of me, I couldn't help but hand him the big red flower in my hand.

I don't know when I actually had feelings.

It's deadly, it's critical!

Puppets can't be emotional, puppets can't have feelings, and this will cause a catastrophe!

I couldn't do anything, I tried to restrain myself, and kept the indifference, indifference, and iron blood that I once had.

There are more and more people in the village.

The village grew larger and larger, and I gradually became overwhelmed.

Finally, the first death in the village happened! It's the kid in white.

Looking at the little villagers who have been zombified, a nameless anger suddenly erupts, and sadness follows.

Since I can't save you, I'll send you all the way.

That afternoon, the sun was shining brightly and the flowers were blooming so brightly.

But now......

The white-clothed zombie villager died, and I ended his life with my own hands.

At sunrise that day, I stared closely at the sun, watching the sun that could wreak havoc on the undead slowly rising.

I thought about it a lot.

Since then I have stepped up my patrols.

Hate, incomparably hateful.

I hate the undead!