My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

Galan was hiding in the bushes nearby and watching the battle happily. He didn't care even if HIM would be killed by the villagers who came over later.

It was just a clone anyway, what else could he do there? Buy one get one free?

To be honest, HIM's bedrock sword blocking is really cool.

At the critical moment of the battle, Steve was hit by a huge rock, and HIM was about to deliver the final blow.

Boop suddenly rushed out and yelled "Dance Battle!!!" into HIM's ear.

*Boop used the dementia attack on HIM

*The attack on reducing intelligence has taken effect successfully!

HIM covered his ears, a little confused, "What is that?"

"Hmm...? Dance battle?" Boop answered his question.

"No, I don't want to," HIM refused with one hand on his waist.

"Uh... so cool." The peeping Galan held his forehead with his hand and did not comment, but he had to admit that this clone was indeed a little cute.

“But this is the only way I know how to solve the problem.”

"We are doomed!"

Boop was shouting loudly at the side, but HIM didn't even pay attention to him. He just stared at Caroline's big eyes and let him shout there.

"Hahaha, my king feels out of tune with this world maybe because he is too normal." Galan almost laughed to death while holding on to the tree with one hand.

I actually don't want this clone to die. Now that I think about it, the one staying in the End City is the most normal.

"I suddenly miss HIM. I'll call him later and tell him a message~"

Boop was still shouting "lost hope" and even rolling on the ground shouting.

"Your sadness... makes me very happy." HIM suddenly laughed out loud, and even slapped away MrFudgeMonkeyz who suddenly rushed over.

Little did he know that at this moment many village scouts with bows raised appeared above his head, and following the order from the white-robed villager, they shot at him one by one.

HIM reacted immediately and used obsidian to block, but the arrows actually broke the obsidian blocking blocks.

Boop was shocked.

"What kind of bow is this?" HIM was hit by several arrows, but still asked the white-robed villager who suddenly appeared in front of him.

“Stuff you can’t even imagine.”

The white-robed villager only said this and sent him away with an arrow.

After witnessing this moment, Galan turned and walked in the direction where the witch escaped, preparing to talk to his king first.

"Herobrine No. 3 has been destroyed." The witch not far away was holding his ruby ​​banana phone, not paying any attention to Galan who was following behind him.

"Hey, witch." Galan walked over slowly and patted him on the shoulder.

"Ah!? You you! Who are you?!" The witch was frightened and panicked and took several steps back.

"Me? I'm Galan. Can I use your ruby ​​banana...communication thing?"

"Huh?! Why should I give it to you! Stay away from me and don't come over here!" The witch stared at him warily. He now had almost nothing useful in his hands.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. We have the same boss." Galan tried to calm the witch's vigilant little heart.

"what?"

"You are Herobrine's...bah! subordinate. I am also his subordinate." Galan almost slipped up, but fortunately he made a sharp turn and brought it back.

"I thought you wanted to say dog ​​just now..." The witch frowned and looked very dissatisfied.

"I didn't say that, you said it yourself." Galan scratched his head and looked away to try to divert attention. "Anyway, just lend it to me for a while."

In fact, his own crystal ball can also achieve the communication effect, but... that one looks very funny.

".......How are you going to prove it? Who knows if you are an accomplice of those guys?" The witch stared at him solemnly, as if she didn't believe what he said.

Galan's mouth twitched, and he immediately decided not to argue with him. He rushed over and snatched his ruby ​​banana microphone.

Before the witch could react, the thing in her pocket had disappeared. "Hey! That's mine!"

Just when he was about to snatch it back, Galan had already called HIM, but he called the one in the End City.

“Sizzle…sizzle…”

The call could not be connected, and the only response he got was a series of electric sounds.

"Who are you calling, kid?" The witch walked up angrily and snatched the ruby ​​banana from the guy's hand.

"......."

Galan was confused. Wasn't he just on the phone with HIM? Why couldn't he get through?

"Is your phone broken? Why can't I get through?" Galan glanced at him, as if this was the only possibility.

"How is that possible?! If you don't know how to do it, don't use it!"

"..............."

Galan curled the hair by her ears and gave up the idea of ​​using the Ruby Banana Phone.

He then summoned out the miniature crystal ball that had been in his pocket and turned it back to its original size. After all, he still had to use his own.

"You can't do that, I'll do it myself." Galan glanced at him with contempt. It only took a thought.

"What is this?" The witch raised her eyebrows with a look of disdain.

As the light of the crystal ball flickered slightly, at this time on the other side.

An unknown corner of the main world——

The endless battlefield was like a purgatory on earth. The air was filled with the disgusting smell of blood, the thick smoke was floating in the air, and the blazing flames made the sky blood red.

The blood-stained "player" was fighting his last desperate battle, slashing with his sword and letting out a beast-like roar from his throat.

He looked warily at the culprit who rolled his eyes in front of him, and he suddenly remembered the urban legend on the forum.

He looks exactly like the original Steve, but he has a pair of white glowing eyes and a terrifying aura emanating from his body.

If all of this is true... then this virtual VR game is so real that he can even feel the severe pain coming from his body.

And...not only is he unable to quit now, he also can't contact those teammates who were killed.

What on earth happened?

Before the guy could figure it out, a beam of red light instantly pierced through his body, and everything was over.

"303, you did a good job." Herobrine took back the diamond-enchanted long sword in his hand and looked back at the bloody land behind him.

Except for Naeus and Galan, all the other members of the Undead Legion have arrived.

They came forward one by one and knelt in front of Herobrine, showing the highest etiquette to our king.

Suddenly, a small ball of light appeared in front of Herobrine, and a familiar laughter came from the ball of light.

"Wow? Is that my king? It's me, Galan!"

“………” Herobrine stared at the ball of light in front of him and suddenly fell silent.

The guys kneeling on the ground also fell silent.