My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

The training ground of the End City at this time.

The Undead stayed in the territory to train the troops as usual, while Null and the Angel of Death were sent to another area.

As for our king, he seems to be planning something important.

"Necromancer, how is the progress of this group?" Herobrine's slightly low voice came from behind him.

The undead looked at the group of zombies and skeletons that had been summoned from the main world not long ago, pondered for a moment, and gave a pretty good evaluation.

"It's OK. Although not as strong as the main force... But... there is a good guy among them who is worth training."

"Oh? Who is it?"

The undead pointed to a different group of zombies not far ahead. They were a group of guys that were quite different from other zombies.

Although they still maintain their original zombie form, their overall skin color has a hint of blue-green, and they all hold a unique weapon - a trident.

"I found these guys in the cage of... those 'human players'. They were already like this when I rescued them."

"I picked out one of the stronger guys among them, the one wearing a blue shirt."

Before Herobrine could open his mouth to ask further questions, a black and purple vortex suddenly appeared in the center of the training ground.

It immediately attracted the attention of the entire training ground. When the vortex disappeared, what was revealed were 303 and Curtain who had suffered severe injuries.

Herobrine frowned slightly, and in an instant he appeared in front of the two people and checked the current situation in advance.

"! 303, what happened to you? Why do you have so many wounds?" Upon seeing this, the undead quickly followed and appeared beside 303 and quickly helped him up.

Don’t fall while going out hiking again.

"Who is this guy? Wait! Aren't you working with Galan? Where is Galan?" The undead instantly caught the blind spot. Could something have happened to that guy?

"I..." It was the first time Curtain had seen such a situation and he didn't know how to answer.

303 coughed lightly, glanced at Curtain, and paused for a moment before continuing: "He is the spirit of my weapon, Curtain. Galan...he sent us back first, he should be back soon..."

"What happened to you?" Herobrine didn't care about anything else and started asking this crucial question directly.

303 suddenly fell silent. He didn't know whether he should say this out loud.

Just then, a familiar and energetic voice came from behind everyone.

“Clang clang~!”

Galan jumped out from the black and purple vortex, opened his arms like a joke, and there seemed to be little stars twinkling around him, but no one knew why he had his back to the crowd.

"My family! I'm back! My body is intact! Thank you all for your kindness! I can still live for a long time!" Galan was so happy that he didn't seem to notice that Herobrine and others were staring at him.

"Damn it! I really want to watch the dance battle! Damn it! How can I watch it! There are still many things I haven't seen! Why can't you let me watch it! This is too much!"

Jia seemed to be still immersed in his own world, because he thought that there were only 303 and his little spirit at the scene. If he had to count, the only one at this point was probably the Death Knight. He didn't think about anything else at all.

Only then did he confirm that he had gone to a different world without knowing it.

"I say...Galan, you..." The undead suddenly broke out in a sweat. My king is right next to us, why don't you look back?

"Stop making noise! ​​If I get crazy, I'll bite people!" Galan seemed to have not realized that something was wrong, and even shamelessly told others to shut up.

"..." 303 couldn't bear to look at that guy anymore. It seemed that he was worrying about him in vain.

Curtain was already confused, this guy is so brave.

Herobrine put one hand on his waist, raised his brows slightly, and just stared at him, seemingly not intending to disturb the guy who was "going crazy online".

"That bastard Notch! One day I will fly to the divine realm and tear Notch apart with my bare hands!"

"Wow... Damn it... Every day I can't see my king, I miss him~"

"The first day I can't see my king, I miss him~ I miss him~"

"The day after I couldn't see my king, I missed him~ I missed him~"

"It's the third day since I couldn't see my king. I miss him~ I miss him~"

"I think of him when I eat, I think of him when I sleep, he's all in my dreams, and even when I'm running for my life, he's the first person I think of!"

"……..." The undead glanced at their king quietly and silently lit a candle for Galan in his heart.

303 wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. It hurt when he laughed. If you really can't, how about you look back first?

Curtain even wanted to start applauding him. Way to go Warriors.

Just then Galan finally connected to the server and noticed that it was a bit too quiet. Normally he would have retorted to him, but why was he silent today?

"Wait... why are you guys silent? Are you really going to stop making noise when I tell you to? You guys are too... uh..."

The moment he turned around, it was like a bolt from the blue, shocking him so much that he was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, and he even felt like escaping from the entire MC world.

Herobrine's pair of murderous white eyes were staring at him intently.

“Eh… ? Um…how about you listen to my excuse?” Galan felt guilty instantly when he saw his little eyes, and even experienced what it meant to be sweating profusely.

"You continue, I'm listening." Herobrine was obviously very calm, and there was not even a trace of emotion on his face.

"Excuse me... When does the fastest flight to escape this world depart? If that doesn't work, I can pretend to die on the spot."

"There is no such thing," Herobrine made a prompt decision, and even felt like teasing him.

"Damn it, Undead! Why didn't you tell me!" Galan scratched his golden hair in shame, almost going crazy.

"You told me to stop making noise!" The undead glanced at him helplessly. Was he blaming him?

"The master's injury is still quite serious, otherwise..." Curtain still cares about his master. Translation: There is another injured person here!

"Dead Spirit, you take 303 down to heal first. Galan, you come with me."

"Yes, King."

303 said that someone finally noticed him, and luckily he didn't laugh to the point of hurting himself.

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Poor Mr. Jia was called away for a private talk again. This was the second time.

If it wasn't so damaging to his image, he would have just crawled on the ground and crawled forward.

Familiar plot, familiar scenes.

The two of them came to the main hall. HIM turned around and saw the wilted little Galan, and his brows slightly frowned.

"Why, have you finally realized that you are not strong enough?"

"Haha, it's okay... King. As long as you have the underworld in your heart, you will be a dead body wherever you go."

Herobrine raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache. Why did this guy never say a single nice thing?

"Where have you been these days?" HIM decided to ask the key question directly.

"Uh... eating, sleeping and playing games?" Galan looked away, feeling a little guilty, as if he had not expected that he would ask such a question.

He couldn't just tell him that he went to another dimension.

"Got to another dimension?"

"You...you...how did you know?" Galan looked at him with shock in his eyes.

"Because you have another aura, but 'he' and I have different ideas, so don't go." Herobrine glanced at him, a hint of sadness flashed across his eyes, but his voice was a little low and cold, then he turned his back and slowly walked towards the throne.

Note: The 'he' here refers to Herobrine.

Galan looked at his back, somewhat surprised.

Why does he know this?

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