My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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At this time, in the main base of the Undead Legion.

Herobrine stared at the group of people in front of him and gradually fell into deep thought...

"Long time no see, my dear brother."

Notch's figure was still the same as when Herobrine left. Time could not leave any traces on the "God". His eyes flickered slightly, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, but that smile did not reach his eyes.

Herobrine had complicated feelings towards the man in front of him, his eyes that glowed with a cold white light could not fully express the strange feelings he was feeling at the moment.

"It's been a long time since we last met, HIM." Steve murmured, his voice a little low, with a hint of imperceptible nostalgia.

He slowly walked in front of the man, and in an instant, the two of them were like a mirror reflecting each other. Except for the differences in hairstyle, eyes and aura, everything else was almost exactly the same.

They seem to have been carved from the same mold.

"Hmm... it seems that the rumors are true?" Mo couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. If Notch hadn't told him before, he would have thought that these two guys were actually the same person.

But...why does Steve have a Herobrine-like aura? Is it an illusion?

"Hey, HIM! How have you been recently?" Alex walked forward without hesitation and embraced the two of them in his arms. On the left was Herobrine, who looked cold and unhappy, and on the right was the gentle little Steve.

Alex rubbed her cheeks against the two guys, and maybe it was because they were reunited, but she hugged them so hard that she almost "hugged" Steve to death!

"Alex! Almost there!" Steve tightly grasped Alex's "slender" arm and couldn't help struggling because his status bar had lost three "bubbles". If this continued... he would suffocate to death~

Alex obviously reacted, and then she loosened her arm that was about to strangle someone, and also spared a Herobrine.

Herobrine sighed helplessly, and then he slowly said: "Well... it's been a long time, what... are you doing here?" His words did not reveal much emotion, and it seemed as if he was chasing them away.

"We are here to help you, and by the way, to help Notch regain his power." Steve knew the character of the man in front of him very well, so he naturally didn't pay too much attention to his tone.

Mo and Fate were quietly eating the grilled fish in their hands, while standing next to them were the Undead Legion and others who came to join in the fun.

"My king and that guy named Steve are like twin brothers..." The undead narrowed his eyes slightly and stroked his chin, as if he had discovered a blind spot.

“……..” Null and the Angel of Death looked at each other. Actually… they also had the same idea. It would be fine if Wang and Steve didn’t meet. Once they met, people nearby would always have some thoughts, although… it would still be a little different.

I don’t know why, but Herobrine felt more and more that this place was a little bit like... a shelter?

“…..…...”

* Herobrine fell silent.

Notch, who was standing on the other side, stared at the scene in front of him, holding his chin with one hand and squinting his eyes. There was a hint of smile in his deep eyes, and even a hint of appreciation for some kind of "artwork".

Then, Notch seemed to suddenly think of something, and involuntarily glanced at Fate who was silently chewing the fish.

Whenever I sense someone's "burning" gaze, I always feel a chill on my back, as if something bad is about to happen.

* Fate felt a chill creeping up his spine.

Then, he saw Notch walking towards him slowly with a "disregardless" pace. Fate looked at the malicious smile on his face and actually felt a little repulsive.

As expected, Notch grabbed Destiny and brought him in front of Herobrine, pushing him up as if for display. Destiny resisted at first, but... he had already been pushed up, and if he turned around and ran away, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing?

Herobrine frowned slightly, not knowing for a moment what his "useless brother" wanted.

Notch cleared his throat seriously, put his arm around Destiny's shoulder, and said slowly with a smile: "My dear brother, let me introduce you. This is Destiny, the one who rescued me from the domain."

"This guy has a similar personality to you, both are equally aloof. I am currently following him and becoming his guide as a reward."

Herobrine raised an eyebrow suspiciously, as if to say, "Oh, so what? What do you want to do?"

"Don't have that expression. After all, you are my savior. Smile a little." Notch suddenly reached out and tugged at the corner of the man's mouth with his fingertips, intending to make him smile brightly.

However, Notch was punched by Herobrine before he could even touch him.

* Herobrine gives Notch a loving slap.

* Notch rubbed the big bump on his head belatedly, gradually revealing a puzzled look.

Fate saw this and said with a single word: "It's what you deserve."

As the god of the dead, Herobrine naturally won't have the time to fool around with Notch like he used to.

Of course, the most important point is...his guardians are still standing by and watching. If Notch really gets his hands on him...won't the image he has built in the minds of his subordinates be destroyed?

Notch didn't think there was anything wrong with being beaten up, after all, that guy did it on purpose...

But Fate, who was standing next to him, only felt a moment of confusion.

"Your name is Herobrine?" Destiny suddenly asked.

"Ah."

"Galan, is he your man?"

Herobrine hesitated for a moment, feeling that this sentence was strange, but he nodded in acquiescence.