During the Third World War, supposedly continuing in the vastness of the virtual world of Ingoria, I was forced to ask for political asylum from ideological opponents, concluding a strange contract, the purpose of which was to gain power. The messenger should give further instructions, but our meeting did not take place. I was left to my own devices: I created a clan, an alliance, captured the castle with Soali forces, and increased my economic power. And then, I was among the first to find out that a long stay in the virtual world leads to the digitization of “players.” There is no longer any salvation for me, but there is a chance to help millions of trapped people. This means that the “Punishing Hand” alliance is on the warpath.