My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

"Little Naeus, do you see the girl over there?" Galan pointed at Abigail not far behind him.

"Well, what's wrong?"

"That girl is the heroine in the early stage and she can't die yet, do you know?"

"The heroine in the early stage? What does that mean?"

"Just remember that before the war, ignore the lower world and go find her, bring back her body, and brainwash her. You just need to delete her memory on the human side." Galan explained to him solemnly what might happen next, although there was no guarantee that other accidents might occur.

Although they were having a good chat just now, he was already thinking about how to deal with Abigail. But in fact, he didn't want her to die, he still had some good feelings for the heroine.

"Is there any benefit in doing this?" Naeus looked solemn, not quite understanding his behavior.

"…Benefits? Does it count as keeping the plot on track? If it deviates too much, it's unclear what will happen."

“…….” Naeus was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking.

"Anyway, let's follow the plot first. You can even try to integrate the Netherworld Star into Abigail's body first, and we can talk about the rest later."

Naeus nodded in understanding, he mostly understood.

After saying goodbye to Abigail and Naeus, he prepared to go to another place.

Main world

Plains

Looking at the familiar environment around me, I couldn't help but recall the first time I met Herobrine. I saved it from the sea of ​​hunger and it lived a "bad" life ever since.

"I don't know what's going on with HIM. I wonder if he has managed to find all the other ones at once." Galan looked a little gloomy. Does this mean that Herobrine no longer needs him?

Someone seems to have forgotten his divination skills.

Galan scratched his head. He didn't want to lose this long-term meal ticket for the time being, and he also liked HIM very much.

He didn't know how long he had been walking. In fact, he didn't know where his destination was. He just felt that he should go in this direction.

It seems like there is something waiting for him there. Anyway, the timeline is already so messed up...can it get any messier?

It turns out that...it's not impossible.

The shadow of a village gradually appeared on the plain. Galan didn't want to go there at first, after all, he had a previous record when he first came to this world, but he always felt that he should go and take a look.

So, when he saw this scene, his jaw almost dropped.

This was a very chaotic village. The villagers were running around on the grass, even doing some "stupid" things. One of them was running around with a golden shovel and hit a petite little villager with the shovel.

There was also a blacksmith shop on one side where people were buying things for free, which really showed the simple customs of the people there.

His face was full of a very wise expression. Until a villager slowly walked towards him with a kind face, he looked relatively "wise"

"Hello, Adventurer"

“Welcome to the village!”

"Oh, thank you... May I ask who you are?"

"I am a villager and I love peace!"

At this moment, a villager suddenly ran by and screamed at an innocent stone, "Die! Ah! Die!"

Very good, but it's not convincing. This was Galan's first thought, and he even felt that it was a little familiar?

"..." Both sides were embarrassed for a moment

"Anyway, we often trade goods, but more often, we prefer to run around on the green grass." The villager silently withdrew his gaze and returned it to Galan. As he spoke, he couldn't help but tilt his head down a little.

Doesn't look very smart.

"Look around?"

"Oh... okay." Galan took two steps back, thinking that "wisdom" shouldn't be contagious.

Then the villager who had been relatively normal just now instantly got rid of his "normal" vest, screaming and spinning around on the lawn, scaring Galan so much that he took several steps back.

When he walked around until sunset, he was still lamenting that nothing in this village seemed normal. Then, as soon as he arrived at the entrance of the village, he saw an extremely strange scene.

This village and zombies look a little bit weird...even a Hollywood-style fistfight. Is this a turn-based game?

No? Does HIM know you guys are doing this? You guys are embarrassing the monsters!

It was not suitable to stay here for a long time, as he would be infected if he stayed like this, so he opened the door of a villager's house, closed it with his back hand, and lay down on the bed to sleep. This is a magical operation

He was awakened the next day. As soon as he woke up, he found himself in a cave with several villagers and zombies... dancing?

"Oh, dear adventurer, are you awake?" The villager in white stared at Galan with his wise eyes.

"????" Galan had a question mark on his head.

"This is a dance competition, a dance showdown. Dear adventurer, you are lucky enough to witness this historic moment."

Galan never thought about it. Why was he suddenly forced to be brought to this hellish place when he just wanted to sleep through the long dark night?

Galan was forced to stay here and watch their dance competition. He didn't really like this kind of music without a frenetic beat. He usually listened to music that was exciting enough to make him explode.

Just when these villagers were having a great time playing with zombies, a human suddenly broke in and disrupted the situation.

So perhaps because he was seen and felt embarrassed, he started to attack the innocent human.

"So should I follow him?" Galan held his forehead with shame. This damn intuition told him to follow him. Although he was a little reluctant, he still chased after him.

But in fact, his pursuit is like an outing.

"Speaking of which, it feels a little familiar... There seems to be an animation that is also... Wait... Something seems a little off?"

Could it be that I have come to the wrong place?

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the other side at this time

In a castle, a villager on the throne wore a crown and held an emerald scepter. He was the king here. Then two subordinates held a blue-robed villager hostage and forced him to kneel on the ground.

"You killed my brother, and for that, you must...dance"

"No, please! Don't let me do that!" The blue-robed villager seemed to be very resistant to this and shouted and begged him not to let him do it.

The guard standing beside him stepped forward and poked him threateningly. "You heard me, dance for the king."

Although the blue-robed villagers were reluctant, they had no choice but to obey their orders. "Oh... I hate dancing!"

The "wise" king spared the guy's life and expelled him.

He was once a village noble in the northern district. He was convicted of treason and expelled from the village kingdom for proposing an alliance with other factions such as players. (This is the memory of the blue-robed villager, Mustard.)

In the wrong clip, he was ordered to dance for "killing the village king's brother". After being expelled from the village kingdom, he vowed to come back for revenge. (This is what the information says, and the author has also said that the character may remember it wrong. It may also be that killing the king's brother is just a cover to confuse the masses, but this is still a secret so far, after all, it has not been explained)

(In short, the pit of this setting has not been filled yet, so I can only write it like this)

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