My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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Every word 'Herobrine' said seemed extremely natural, there was no expression on his face, as if... he was just stating a fact.

He looked around again. It was still so dark here. Apart from the lamp held by the "Galan" in front of him, there was no other light source.

"Where is this place?" The question asked by 'Herobrine' was not a question, but more like a statement.

Galan hesitated for a moment, then he opened his mouth slightly and replied calmly, "...I don't know."

"...?"

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you where this place is... because I don't know the structure of this place either."

"This place is more complicated than I thought... but please... try not to harm the creatures here."

After saying this, Galan stared at Herobrine in front of him, as if observing the expression on his face, but unfortunately... there was not the slightest fluctuation on this person's face.

Especially those eyes that were still glowing with a faint white light, which almost blocked out all eye contact. It was impossible to see anything from them, and one might even be deeply trapped in them... and eventually die.

'Herobrine' did not respond to the other party. He just stood there quietly, his pupil-less eyes glowing white as he stared coldly at the person in front of him, who was overlapping with someone in his memory.

They are not the same person.

But.....'Herobrine' knew him.

"As a fortune teller, you don't even know where this place is. It seems like your professional skills need to be improved."

The expression on Herobrine's face remained unchanged, and his tone was flat with no ups and downs.

But Galan didn't think the other party had no other intentions.

"You came here probably because... you are not satisfied with the 'results'. What are you dissatisfied with?" He ignored the other meanings in the other party's words. Instead of wasting time on nonsense, it is better to get straight to the point.

What's more...there's no telling when the truly threatening guy will discover the situation here.

Facing the Lord God of the Undead in front of him is much easier than facing a "damn madman".

Herobrine narrowed his eyes slightly, and a bone-chilling chill penetrated into the dark environment unconsciously. He said: "What you said makes me realize that... you are looking at an object, not a complete world."

"What you have seen and heard in the past has made you indifferent to everything?"

“… … ..?”

Galan's eyes were stunned for a moment. He didn't expect the other party to say this to him. This was just a normal business item. How could it be considered indifference?

"I'm terribly sorry, I don't understand you."

"I'm not here to look for you. There's something wrong with my position." 'Herobrine' skipped the previous topic. To be honest, he still had some repulsion towards the person in front of him.

'Herobrine' didn't like this feeling. He couldn't treat the person in front of him as another guy, and he didn't want to have too much contact with this person.

"Tell me how I can get out of here."

His voice was still so calm and steady, but it also revealed a certain sense of oppression that could not be ignored.

Galan stared into the other's white and cold eyes, and finally shook his head and said: "I'm sorry, I don't know how to send you out."

Just as he finished speaking, Herobrine's lips curled up in an indifferent arc, and his voice was cold and low, containing a sinister malice: "Waste."

After saying this, 'Herobrine' no longer looked at the guy, as if continuing to talk to him would be a great insult to himself.

Since there is no way out, let's destroy this place completely.

The next moment, Herobrine's figure gradually began to rise, flying straight into the air. As he continued to rise, the darkness around him became thicker and thicker, causing him to merge into the boundless dark world again.

At the same time, 'Galan' below seemed to have anticipated something suddenly. He was about to stop the guy first, but at this moment, a sharp "sizzling" sound of electricity suddenly rang out without warning.

The sound was just a slight hum at first, but in an instant it exploded in the entire dark world.

In an instant, this place was lit up by the sudden and terrifying power of thunder, and countless silver arcs of lightning were rampant and wantonly. These arcs of lightning intertwined and collided with each other, as if to tear the entire world into pieces.

If it's him, if it's 'Herobrine', if he wants to.

"Then he can definitely do it."

"Destroy this world"

"Destroy this world formed by 'malice'"

* But he couldn't do that...

At this time, in a room at the other end of this dark world.

It was a white space. In the center of this white space, there was an exquisite table and a set of uniquely shaped U-shaped sofas.

There seemed to be a leisurely guy sitting there.

In front of the sofa, there was something like a mirror, on which was shown a little golden retriever lying on a recliner, soundly sleeping.

However, without any warning, a large number of scratches suddenly appeared on the little golden retriever's body. Although there was no bleeding, all visible parts of the cheeks, arms, and neck were affected. As for the invisible parts, it was unclear.

Such a sudden and strange situation fell into someone's eyes without reservation.

The expression on Famila's face on the sofa sank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her blue-pink eyes were gradually shrouded by a layer of strange and sinister aura.

"You are so polite... You didn't even tell me that a guest was coming..."

"Doesn't this make me, as the master, seem a little too rude?

Accompanied by a few "crackling" sounds of something breaking, he noticed that the teacup in his hand had been crushed by him without his knowledge, and no blood had flowed out.

"....."

Famira silently let go of his hand, letting the scattered pieces of the teacup fall to the ground. Then he suddenly stood up, walked around the sofa and headed towards the back.

As the host here, he has to entertain the guests who come here, right?