My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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just now.

Galan's brain circuits have completely fallen into chaos. If this world is regarded as a parallel time and space... then the so-called creator god has no information to show. Combined with the world he lived in before, if his speculation is correct...

There is at least a 99.9% chance that the founder who released Minecraft into the player world is Notch!

What on earth does that guy want to do…! Is he looking for something to do because his life is too peaceful?! No…

At a certain moment after the brainstorming, Galan suddenly realized that he had not only met Herobrine, but also spent some time in the Undead Legion. It seemed that he had not yet met Steve and Alex in this world.

Steve and his partner Alex are recognized as saviors!

However, it would be better to say that they are the ultimate workers rather than saviors... Once any major disaster occurs in the world, they will be responsible for handling it.

Notch is a mysterious figure. Someone has to clean up his mess, take the blame, and even save the world for him.

All he needs to do is assign tasks to Steve and Alex, and then he can just go to the backstage and hang up, and he will become an NPC-like character!

"What's wrong...? You look worried." Anthony hugged his elbows naturally. He looked at the guy in front of him who looked unhappy. Could it be that the words he said scared that guy?

Galan subconsciously curled the hair by his ears and did not answer what Anthony said. He was thinking secretly about Notch. If nothing unexpected happened, it was most likely that guy.

Next, let’s talk about the nature of that guy...but it’s hard to jump to conclusion, so he can only wait and see the situation. However, regarding official matters, he probably won’t be able to get any other useful information.

Then Galan suddenly shook his head again, and he responded: "I'm fine..."

Then he frowned slightly and asked tentatively: "Anthony, do you have no official information at all?"

Anthony looked at his face and hesitated for a moment. He didn't know why the man in front of him wanted to know this information. Perhaps even if he told Galan, he wouldn't be able to do much.

The information he learned was indeed not much. After all, it all involved personal privacy. Apart from some public content... there was basically nothing useful.

Anthony scratched his head in embarrassment. If he had to say something... that's probably the only answer.

"Things that are too private...we usually don't get any useful information. At most, we can only know that...the children of the official leaders also visit this world..."

“Haha, this is a bit embarrassing to talk about… Other than that, there’s really nothing else to say… But the game leaders are generally not very old.”

Anthony smiled awkwardly. He really couldn't say any other useful information at this moment, although the information he said now was also very useless.

Galan should have realized that asking a single person for information about a group of people would not be accurate. In terms of privacy, Anthony himself did not have much contact, after all, he was just a player.

"Okay, sorry to bother you..."

Seeing that he probably couldn't get any useful information, Galan had no choice but to take Adrian away from here first. Forget about staying for tea or anything like that. He didn't plan to stay here... for too long.

However, as soon as Galan walked out of the door, he found a shady spot and leaned against the sandstone wall behind him. He was filled with worries. What worried him was not the lack of official information, but the reasons from the founder.

Adrian could see that his fortune teller seemed to be in a difficult situation. He didn't know what the man was worried about, and it was not something he could help with.

However, regarding the founder... he needs to report this to the king.

Judging from Galan's surprised expression, this matter seems very serious...

However, there was no need for Adrian to report this matter to Herobrine. He already knew about the conversation between the two people, and even the worried expression on Galan's face was seen by him.

Herobrine sat on the obsidian throne, supporting half of his face with one hand, his brows furrowed. His bony, slender, and clean fingertips tapped the armrest from time to time, making a series of "tapping" sounds.

“Hmm…” A bored voice gradually came out of his throat, and a crack seemed to appear on his originally cold and calm face.

"Notch, could it be you?"

"What kind of authority did you show to those players behind my back?"

"Infinite rebirth, without any cost, for other creatures in this world..."

“Is this really fair…?”

Hidden in the dim light, those eyes glowing white actually revealed a hint of vague weirdness, but they set off his angular and imposing face.

He frowned and didn't speak for a long time, but his eyes remained on Galan from beginning to end, as if he was distracted or thinking.

Herobrine opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

"Is this really just a rant...?"

* Herobrine's anxious heart was finally settled.

I decisively put aside the things that a certain unreliable guy had done, and my mood became better as the haze was swept away.

Come to think of it, how could Galan betray him?

However, Herobrine suddenly remembered what he said on the day of separation. Although there was no one around, he still felt a little embarrassed and helpless.

Then I stopped thinking about it. The most puzzling thing at the moment was indeed... Notch's problem.

But Herobrine himself did notice a change in his divine power, and the little power left... made him seem more like an "ordinary man".

..........

Well, Notch's own divine power should be dealt with by...Steve.

"Anyway, this matter itself has nothing to do with him."