My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

(The front row brain storage area, you can read this article without using your brain, this article is entirely based on the author's mental state.)

The years were peaceful, and a life of no achievement ended in a car accident.

The boy suddenly woke up and found himself in a place that was both strange and familiar. There were green plants and trees all around, but... why were they square?!

The boy's brain CPU spun rapidly, and he quickly looked at his body. He sighed silently, fortunately it was not a cube... But, this didn't seem to be his body?

He looked around and found a lake not far away, so he went forward to check with trepidation. Who on earth had he been transported to?

The young boy's figure was reflected in the lake. His golden hair was shining in the sun, flowing like a waterfall, covering his shoulders and ears, and swaying gently in the breeze.

His eyes are a very special color, with a blue base that reveals a soft pink, clear and bright. A pair of black and white hanging earrings, a black cross earring and a single silver horn on his head are very eye-catching.

"Isn't this Galan? Okay, okay... you've become my OC, right? Understand OC, feel sorry for OC, become an OC!"

He is probably traveling through time with his OC who is a fortune teller. It’s a bit strange... but I really love this combination!

Okay, so he is going to make a living as a charlatan now? What! This is difficult~ I don't know if the setting I created with my XP... will work in this world.

Galan curled his hair subconsciously. If nothing unexpected happened, this world should be the sandbox game that was once popular all over the world - Minecraft

There are thousands of families that you can travel through, but you just don’t know which one you’re traveling through. It must not be an ordinary sandbox!

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Galan walked towards the direction of the sun, and seemed to be lucky enough to find the village ahead after walking for a short time.

The villagers in the village are not cubes either, and they all seem to have self-awareness. This is half good and half bad for Galan, as it means he can't steal other people's food... But if there is no consciousness... there will only be one person left in the world, just like the supreme king. I don't know if Steve and the others exist in this world.

As soon as Galan stepped into the village, he was met with a lot of hot gazes. Perhaps it was because of his unique attire? These gazes made him feel uncomfortable, and he felt the ill will from the villagers.

But he didn't give up. A fortune teller never gives up!

So... he received cold stares and ridicule from passers-by. His attire did not fit that of a wizard or fortune teller, not to mention that he was an outsider.

Galan couldn't quite understand. It seemed that he had no props when he traveled through time. The only thing he had was the small crystal ball that had been shrunk from the beginning and lay in his pocket.

"......."

Galan decided to leave the village, since the people there didn't welcome him anyway. But where should he go? He had no weapons... He had never tried to fight before, and it wasn't long before sunset.

"Why not just dig some grass blocks to pad it..."

Galan instantly recalled the first time he played this game. He either had to walk through the dirt or use something to block it.

"But...can monsters also have consciousness? Wouldn't that make me look stupid?"

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The other side at this time.

End City Center

Sitting on the throne was a man who was dignified and indifferent, but his eyes were full of whites. He leaned on the throne, supported his head with one hand, and stared at the Enderman who walked in from the gate.

"My king..."

The Enderman knelt on one knee to show his highest respect and etiquette to the King of Monsters on the throne.

"Well, what's the matter?"

"I just found a strange guy near the village in the main world"

"Strange guy? Since when did you start caring about these things?"

"No... My king, that guy seems to have a silver horn. I even feel a strange power in him. He also calls himself a fortune teller."

Herobrine frowned and thought for a while. Could it be a new type of monster? What is a fortune teller? Should we go and take a look?

Then Herobrine slowly stood up from the throne, and suddenly an obsidian portal appeared on the side. He decided to go and take a look, maybe there would be a surprise.

Plain area.

Galan wandered aimlessly on the plain, looking at the flowers blooming on the ground, but he could not muster the pleasure to appreciate them. Night was about to fall.

I'm a little panicked. What should I do?

“It would be nice if someone could come and take us in at this time, why…” Galan kept complaining, as the sunset was approaching and night was falling.

“Roar…hiss…”

The roars of monsters could be heard all around. Galan felt physically and mentally exhausted. What happened to the promise that the God of Destiny would bless him?

Before he could finish his sigh, a nearby zombie had noticed him. With a "whoosh", a feather arrow shot by a skeleton suddenly passed by Galan's shoulder.

"!!"

Galan's eyes fell on the feather arrow beside him. He knew it was not advisable to stay here for long, so he ran as fast as he could to get rid of the monster behind him.

No, how to fight this?! He still hasn't figured out his skills, and hasn't even touched the crystal ball. Is this the point?! The point is that he doesn't even have a torch!

On a solitary tree not far away, the King of Monsters watched all this silently, with a slightly raised eyebrow.

Is this all that guy is capable of?

When Herobrine thought it was nothing and planned to return to the End City, he also felt a strange power and was a little surprised.

Galan didn't seem to feel anything unusual about himself. He subconsciously reached out and grabbed the arrow that was shot at him. He made a beautiful turn and threw it back, hitting the skeleton right on the forehead, killing it with one blow.

Facing the zombie rushing towards him, he dodged to the other side before it could rush over. His posture was light and graceful, as if he had expected it, and he used his elbow to fight back and push it away.

"That was a close call... Am I really that awesome?" Galan himself was stunned by his own actions, but after thinking about them carefully, everything seemed to make sense.

It's not because he's good, it's because of this body. But now it's his.

Then what is he afraid of?

Galan suddenly leaped up, his figure drew a graceful arc in the moonlight, and landed steadily behind a skeleton. He held a feather arrow in his hand and stabbed it into the skeleton's forehead, killing him on the spot.

I naturally inherited the legacy of this skeleton, the bow and arrows. Although there are only two...

After a while

Galan looked back. None of the dropped items on the ground were edible. How could he do that? Wadasi... was starving to death!!!

Suddenly, a crisp applause came from behind Galan. Herobrine watched for a long time, and then slowly walked out from the dark side under the moonlight.

"Not bad...tell me your name."

Herobrine's voice is like a melody coming from deep in his chest, with a low tone like a cello, full of magnetism.

"Hmm? Who are you?" Galan turned around with a slightly puzzled look. When he saw Herobrine for the first time, he felt that he had no regrets in his life. Although his mentality was about to explode, a strange force suppressed his manic and excited mentality.

"You are HIM? Herobrine Persson? Are you the real deal?!"

"Of course, why do you ask?"

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