As the night progressed, usually players would have to quickly sleep before the mobs of the night spawn or fight to defend their house.

This was not the case in a part of this unique world. The City would open its doors to newly spawned players and let them have a life of comfort.

Some may choose to be guards, fighting off mobs that disturb the sleep of others, or regular workers, which include farming, crafting and blacksmithing.

That day was the 99th year that The City stood firm from the toughest mobs. Fireworks lit the sky, some big, some small. The people happily celebrated it as it was a rare and wonderful occasion.

Food of great quality were served to the people as the mayor stood up on the platform. He put up his hand for slience and the crowd hushed.

"I would like to thank all of you who made it here tonight," he announced. "Today, we shall celebrate the 99th anniversary of the City!"

The crowd cheered enthusiastically.

"We have shown the villages, the towns, in this world, that the City is the most well protected. Many have joined and let us take this moment to welcome them!" he continued.

"Now, we shall celebrate the night away and hope for an even better anniversary next year! Long live The City!" the mayor finished with conviction.

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Outside the tough walls of The City, a strange figure was hiding in the bushes. He heard the mayor's words and laughed. "Your city may have survived 99 years but... nothing lasts forever!"

His eyes glowed sinisterly as the people in the City began to cheer with happiness, oblivious.

"Soon..." he whispered. "The City will fall under my hands! By the time the 'heros' realise it, the City will be a pile of rubble at my feet." Storm clouds began to appear in the sky threateningly as he spoke.

"Your annihilation is just around the corner."