My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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In the end city wrapped in endless nothingness, almost all the monsters have now left and joined the "main world" where a fierce battle is about to break out.

However, in this empty hall, sitting on the throne is the mysterious being who once swept the internet. Players learned that his name is Herobrine.

He is the only god in this area. Although he does not have the power to create the world, the powerful destructive power he possesses is terrifying.

Those cold, glowing white eyes were like those cold stars. He stared closely at the scene of the player city in the mirror in front of him, revealing a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

But when he thought about the unknown things that happened to the players, he felt an uncontrollable surge of anger in his heart.

These players may think that they can do whatever they want in the game, but they never expected that their actions have already attracted the attention of Herobrine.

Herobrine could have easily deleted these players from the game, but some concerns deep in his heart prevented him from taking action.

He even disappeared from the players' sight for a long time, until he returned here with a powerful undead army.

He had even led them to emerge at the earliest times, and although that was not his true form, he still possessed the ability to drag players into this world.

(Note: between chapters 16-17)

Their greed, cruelty and selfishness made Herobrine full of disgust and anger towards them.

What did those players do? Perhaps... Everyone was confused. There were good people among the players, but there were more people who were full of malice towards the world.

They will lock the conscious or unconscious villagers in this world in cages made of iron mesh and treat them as part of the trading platform. Some players may even kill the villagers for fun, smashing their houses and destroying the homes they have worked so hard to build.

In this "real" real world, every acre of cultivated land and those simple yet warm-looking houses are built "with their own hands" by the villagers.

Of course, they do much more than that, whether it is the villagers or other creatures living in this world.

No matter what, Herobrine can't let them break through the barrier set up by Notch, otherwise it won't just be the creatures in the player's territory that will suffer.

They will even lead destructive weapons that completely violate the original intention of the world and set foot in the entire Minecraft world. Wherever they go, any disobedients... will be subjected to cruel revenge.

As time went by, Herobrine's anger grew stronger and stronger. He began to wonder if he should take action and use his own power to punish these ignorant players.

However, although Herobrine's anger was difficult to calm down, he also understood that anger was not the best choice. He gradually calmed down the anger in his heart. No matter what... destruction would not be the best outcome after all.

At this moment, Herobrine's eyes unconsciously glanced towards an empty corner below. In that seemingly empty place, a golden figure appeared in Herobrine's eyes.

The golden figure gradually straightened his posture and restrained his usual unruly behavior, kneeling on one knee towards Herobrine who was on the throne. He slowly raised his head, revealing a face that Herobrine was very familiar with.

It was the same declaration that Herobrine was so familiar with.

"No matter what you are going to do in the future, whether it is destroying humanity, killing Notch, or even destroying all living things."

"I support you"

This was the oath Galan had sworn before the empty throne.

Herobrine's face unconsciously became more gentle, and even he himself did not notice the change in emotion.

Then, one familiar figure after another gradually appeared in front of Herobrine's eyes, or perhaps it was the pictures in his mind.

There is a burly Death Knight standing on the left, and behind him is a Blue Demon wearing prismarine armor and wiping a trident.

Standing in the front row on the right is Entity_303 with pure black skin and a white parka, and Naeus in a purple robe with gold edges holding the scepter of the King of the Underworld.

And standing below is Null, who is holding the Blade of Annihilation and exuding an ominous aura, and the sky overlord who possesses super aerial combat capabilities, the Angel of Death.

Everything Herobrine decides, no matter how small, will be supported by the Undead Legion.

This is an army that is loyal to him, no matter if it is to dominate the entire MC continent or to slaughter players all over the world...

The Undead Legion will always be loyal to Herobrine.

Even though he is no longer God

"He is still their only king."

The bond between Herobrine and the monsters is indelible, and this bond goes beyond the relationship between creator and creation and reaches a deeper level.

Herobrine doesn't need to be liked by the players, because the monsters' gods will be loved by themselves.

It's like... everything Herobrine did was just to protect "his little piece of the world".

Herobrine, once the god of the dead, was not loved by the indigenous people and villagers... On the contrary, they were more afraid of him.

But even so, Herobrine still does not treat them differently, he also loves those small creatures that are not monsters.

His poor speaking skills might be misunderstood as being aloof.

His pupil-less eyes that glowed white might also be the reason why others were afraid of him.

But the kindness in his heart remains unchanged and will still come again for this world.

Our God may be a little bit aloof.

But even if others don't love him, there will still be someone who loves him.

That person could be the monsters he created, which of course also includes undead creatures.

He could be anyone.

He could also be... "you" who is reading this book.