My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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just now.

Pure white space.

This is a unique space built specifically for game leaders, but currently there is only one person here...Herman.

But soon...a "newcomer" will arrive in this space.

As the space behind Herman began to gradually twist, like a spiral, it gradually released a strange energy.

Then, a familiar boy with short black hair came into this space through a special portal. The ends of his hair were dyed bright red, like flames.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and began to observe this place the moment he stepped into this space.

* This is a place for official persons only.

"Oh... It's my first time here." The young man spoke in a somewhat casual tone, his eyes involuntarily falling on the person in front of him with his back to him... the legendary "founder".

"By the way...is there no other color here besides white? It looks so empty...empty, nothing."

"Azrael, you should know what you have done."

Herman was playing with a small square object in his hand and just glanced lazily at Azrael in front of him, but the smile on his face became more and more sinister and creepy.

"What?" Azrael pretended to be in deep thought. He stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and then smiled at the man in front of him and said, "I have a lot to do. Can you give me some advice first..."

"Are you talking about the fact that I was out for a while... or that I was tricked by a profiteer and hacked to death in the main city?"

"Or..." Azrael deliberately dragged his tone and sneered, with a hint of arrogance in his eyes: "Or...are you angry about me...accidentally setting fire to the entire "new village"?"

"No, no, no...that's not the main reason." Herman was also very good-tempered. After all, this game has always been free, but for him, this behavior was somewhat similar to "destroying the server."

* If Herman really wasn't angry, it would be a lie.

Even though the "old guy" who escaped from here had most of his divine power absorbed, he is still a dangerous existence.

If he is really pushed into a corner... then the agreement between them will be completely invalidated.

So far, Herman has not done anything to violate the agreement.

Of course, except for the one about depriving divine power.

If he could extract all the divine power, he would naturally no longer need to abide by the agreement between the two.

"Although our world is free, we can't destroy this server for our own selfish desires, right?"

"You know...rebuilding a map is very labor-intensive."

Herman patiently explained to the not very sensible player in front of him that there is no benefit in blowing up the map, and this is not the so-called "archive world".

* This doesn't exist...

* Delete and rebuild the save file.

“I thought I was so free…” Azrael still looked nonchalant, but if he was caught in front of the founder because of this… it would be impossible, right?

This guy in front of me… brought me here… what is he planning to do? Is he planning to help him “eliminate his sin value”?

"Anyway, you can't possibly punish me for a bunch of data, right? You brought me here... there must be some other purpose, right?"

Azrael stared at the man in front of him. What kind of founder would personally introduce a player just because the player accidentally burned down a village in the new map?

"Didn't I say that? It's definitely more than that. This is not the main reason. It's because..."

"I admire your abilities, Azrael."

"I need you to do something for me."

"What? You want me to be your dog?!" Azrael suddenly said something shocking and waved his hands and shook his head repeatedly, wanting to refuse this job without even thinking about it.

The smile on Herman's face froze for a moment. He really couldn't understand what was going on in this player's mind. What did it mean to be his dog? He had thousands of dogs under his command, so what was he missing?

Oh, no, it should be employees.

"Actually, I just wanted to issue you a commission. I think you deserve...a relatively useful item." Herman said in an ambiguous tone. It seemed that he knew that the player in front of him had something like a hidden item.

Herman himself has very few powers to make items. Now almost all the items used in the player city are things that Notch once made.

With the strength of ordinary people like them, it is really difficult to use Notch's power to create useful props.

Having imagination alone is not enough without ability.

"Commission...? For something like this, can't you just issue a notice? Or put up a bounty?"

Azrael raised his eyebrows in confusion. Some of the official's usual methods should easily attract some powerful and non-powerful players, right?

* Is he down and out?

Herman felt a strange gaze from someone for some reason, and he knew without a doubt what this guy was thinking about.

He cleared his throat calmly, ignoring the other party's strange look, and then introduced the general content of the commission to him: "I need you to go to the monster base next door and bring me some useful information."

“… … ..？”

Azrael's face became increasingly serious when he heard this. He had never expected that the other party would actually use one of his passive skills to attack the enemy monster base.

Back then... when that man launched a warning campaign against the Player City, he himself watched the entire process from inside the city.

But... high risk, high reward... and it sounds like it's interesting?

"It's not impossible...but what good would it do for me to do that?"

"Besides...it's just a bunch of data. Why don't you adjust or tamper with it?"

Azrael seemed a little curious and asked, since it was a game he created himself, it should be easy for him to modify the data, right?

"I would like to change it, but it's a pity that my authority has been dispersed..."

"Besides, some things...have to be done by the players, right?"

"This way... you can experience the fun of the game more."

"Isn't it?"