My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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The past, the end of the world.

At that time, Ender looked like a human of no more than 18 years old. He possessed the typical features of an Enderman: tall and slender, as if he was born to fight and run.

Her long dark purple hair that fell like a waterfall was carefully tied into a ponytail, swaying gently with his movements.

Those deep dark purple pupils revealed an innate wisdom and perseverance.

Although he is still young, Ender has already become the leader of the Endermen with his outstanding leadership and powerful strength and has been recognized by the only queen in the End of the World.

And his reputation also has a very significant influence among the undead.

In the early days, the relationship between the End of the World and the Undead was quite bad, and the reasons for this were closely related to the players.

However, the leader of the undead at that time was not the legendary god of the dead who had never appeared.

"The Undead have not yet been completely unified"

The sky and void of the End of the World are both patternless, still darkness. There is no alternation of day and night, but instead a constant, dim light.

At the deepest part of here, there are more than a dozen obsidian pillars, on top of which is placed the "End Crystal" that emits a faint purple glow, and a huge building tower not far away.

At the top floor of the tower building, there is a "End Crystal" that represents the continuation of the entire Ender Clan and has enough energy to destroy the entire area.

"The existence of the "End Crystal" is used to restrain the Endermen"

As the strongest force in the End of the World, Queen Ceris was forced to stay here forever to guard the "End of the World Crystal" that holds the power of life and death for someone.

Ander's figure gradually appeared on the steps leading to the tower. He slowly raised his head, looked at Queen Ceris high up, and knelt on one knee in front of her chest.

"Queen, Qingxian seems to have discovered strange buildings in an area of ​​the End of the World."

Ceris narrowed her eyes slightly when she heard this, as if she realized something. She slowly asked, "Human architecture?"

"No, there are unknown energy fluctuations around, it should be the players."

"Player? How is that possible... I have never received any notification that a player has entered the End of the World."

Ceris couldn't help but show a trace of doubt on his face. Logically speaking, if a player passes through the final portal, they will receive a "region-wide notice" from above.

"It seems..." Ceris looked in the distance, her eyes fixed, and a dim light flashed across her. She paused for a moment, and then continued: "...the one who invaded the End of the World is not an ordinary player."

"Kill them."

Ceris's casual words were already an order. The moment she said that, Ander disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the "players" who were originally stationed at the edge of the End of the World did not know that someone had discovered their existence.

The so-called strange building is actually a research institute whose exterior is built of end stone. The director of the institute is Dennis, one of the official directors.

A special and inhumane experiment was being carried out there, which Dennis named "gene fusion".

The materials for the experiment are: Endermen with the blood of the End of the World and... a four-year-old human girl.

So...how do we carry out gene fusion projects in "this world"?

"Sir, although we have some ideas about gene fusion, how to do it specifically... can't be the same as in the real world, right?"

Some experimenters have begun to question this research because the world is just a bunch of data to them.

"Isn't that simple?" Dennis frowned slightly. He really couldn't understand why these people, who had been working here for so long, still didn't understand this world?

"They say their genes have merged...their components are nothing more than a bunch of codes."

Dennis put one hand behind his back and stared at the little girl in front of him who was looking at him weakly and pitifully, but he did not show any sympathy at all.

At this moment, Dennis walked forward slowly alone. He casually glanced at the Enderman who was trapped in a special device and could not be teleported. That guy was an Enderman who was born here and still had consciousness.

The same is true on the other side, except that she is a human girl outside the barrier set up by Notch.

Dennis suddenly raised his hands, and the golden lines on his arms suddenly glowed, with Notch's power of creation spreading on them.

Gene fusion. What Dennis wants to fuse is not just genes. In this world where the existence itself is a miracle, he wants to... create a new miracle.

"A human girl from the Ender Clan"

A horrifying scene is unfolding: limbs are cruelly removed as if they were nothing more than toys to be manipulated at will.

The power of creation that was taken away from Notch should have given life and hope, but now it has become a cruel curse - it prevents these experimental subjects from dying.

Although this power attempts to appease them by granting them the so-called "immortality", in reality, this only means that endless torture and pain will never end.

Blood of different colors flowed out like a spring, limbs and organs blended together, forming a bloody and weird picture.

The severe pain caused by this fusion is far beyond the limit that ordinary people can endure.

Every inch of skin and every nerve was screaming in protest, but the subjects were ruthlessly deprived of even the right to make a sound to vent their pain.

The head that originally carried thoughts and consciousness had been cruelly removed, leaving only an incomplete body. The forced blood fusion continued, and the sticky red and purple liquids slowly penetrated each other, like the devil's saliva corroding the fragile soul.

The process of reassembly, assembly and fusion can be described as quite bloody and cruel, but for Dennis, it is nothing more than an assembly game.

Is it as simple as playing games or building blocks, or maybe... a dress-up game?

Dennis had no ideas about this. This scene could not shake him, but it could shake the other researchers present.

"Oh my... God... This can't be broadcast even in the real world, right?"

"Isn't this...this...too cruel?"

Facing his colleague's remarks, Dennis just sneered. He slowly spoke, with an indifferent and disdainful remark:

"What is cruel? We... are just playing a game."

"Why... should I develop feelings for the game?"

Yes.

* It's just a game *