My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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just now.

Herobrine first glanced at Null, then his gaze slowly fell on Galan, who was still hiding behind him, looking aggrieved.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, tilted his head slightly in thought, and calmly uttered two words that were not too calm: "Okay."

"what?"

"?"

Null was completely stunned, and for the first time, an expression of disbelief appeared on his seemingly calm face.

"What? Are you serious?" Galan's brain CPU was spinning wildly, and he seemed to be revealing an expression of dementia.

No way, my king is joking, right? He… was just joking… don’t take it seriously… why did he suddenly agree? Does he want his life?

* Galan began to worry about his life.

Herobrine didn't say anything, but took out a red cloak with a white fur collar from somewhere and put it on Mulan naturally.

Galan's clothes were already furry enough, and now they were even furrier.

"Ah?" Galan stood there stupidly, his expression not adjusting at all, his eyes looking at Herobrine were filled with confusion and doubt.

Null frowned slightly and held his forehead as if he had a headache. He didn't want to say anything or ask anything. But that cloak, no matter from which angle you look at it, belongs to my king.

"Galan, the God of the Dead is not as easy as you think."

Herobrine raised his hand to adjust the furry collar of someone. His eyes, glowing with white light, stared at the other person closely. He smiled lightly and said:

"As the god of the dead, in addition to the monsters he created, he is also responsible for managing living creatures."

"After death, there is a high probability that humans will become monsters."

“That’s where zombies and skeletons come from.”

"But the difference is..."

Even though they are dead, they still have self-awareness. After some humans become zombies accidentally, they will want to return to their past lives.

However, as monsters, they can no longer integrate into the human world.

All that was left to them... was resentment, hatred and grief.

Wandering endlessly in the darkness, waiting for the dawn of the next day, you will be burned by the scorching sun and enter a new round of death.

It was the "me" of the past who gave them a new life.

It was the "me" in the past who gave them pain.

Most of the humans who become monsters do not cause any harm to them.

They were just too scared, that's all.

Herobrine hopes to change the rules that have been established. He hopes that one day monsters and humans can live in harmony.

At least I can be reunited with my family.

As the God of the Dead, he has a lot of things to consider... For example: After dealing with the players' issues, what should happen to the monsters that followed him in his conquests?

They were more than just monsters... Herobrine simply took them in, allowing them to stay in the Undead Legion so they had a place to return to.

Why attack the player city? Because someone's ambition has begun to expand outward. If no one stops it... this world may really only become a "players' playground."

And monsters don’t just have conflicts with humans.

Notch put all the burden on Herobrine.

All were thrown to the god of monsters, the god of the undead who was disliked by all creatures.

* How ironic.

The Creator God who created all things, the Creator God who loves everything, the Creator God who is kind to all living things.

The god who symbolizes life handed over the fate of the world to the god who represents death.

It’s just because... he no longer possesses divine power.

Galan's hands were shaking, his face full of helplessness, and he stammered for a moment, not knowing what to say.

He looked at Null next to him, then turned his attention to Herobrine who looked very serious in front of him.

"Well, well... I was just joking... This burden is too heavy for a bad guy like me..."

"How can I possibly afford it?!"

Galan complained indignantly, quickly took off his cloak, and hurriedly put it back on Herobrine.

Seeing that this guy seemed to take it seriously, Herobrine couldn't help but chuckle. He raised his hand seriously and rubbed Mulan's little head.

"As the God of the Dead, you must also remember to pay your subordinates."

"What?! They still have a salary!" Galan suddenly became upset. How come he didn't know they still had a salary? So there was still a salary?

"There is a salary, how come I don't know about it?"

"Hasn't your salary already been eaten by you?" Null reminded Mulan thoughtfully that his salary was just small cakes for three meals a day, and the chef was Ander.

Ander, who was originally the steward of the End City, suddenly got another part-time job one day - a golden retriever breeder.

"Hmm..." Galan narrowed his eyes slightly and rubbed his chin in disbelief, as if this was indeed the case.

When he first followed Herobrine, he only asked for "support"... Was that too little? Maybe he should talk to him about a promotion and a raise?

Null seemed to know what he was thinking. He sighed helplessly and slowly asked, "You usually just reach out for what you want, right?"

"But Ender is away at the moment, so there's no one to take care of your cake for now."

Galan subconsciously curled the hair by his ears, but his eyes drifted to other places involuntarily. He seemed to be thinking about something.

The cake wasn't a big deal, but Ander generally wouldn't leave there unless there was something important.

Then, Galan coughed lightly in a serious manner. It was at this moment that he remembered the person he had entrusted before.

"Null, Mu... have you seen him?"

"Inside the base, probably in the open space next to the training ground."

Although Null didn't know why he asked this, he simply told the other party the detailed location.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, mostly guessing what the other party wanted to do by asking this, probably something about the new weapon.

From time to time, Null would pay attention to those guys who "did not belong" to the Undead Legion. Among them, the one named Mu seemed to have made quite a noise in the open space, but he did not go to check it out at that time.

Oh, by the way, there is another guy... the captured player who holds the "Galan Good Guy Card".

"Do you have a player friend named Bihuyou?"

“Hmm…” Galan thought about it carefully and nodded slightly, as if it was indeed the case.

"what happened?"