My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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Groot led the people back to their own Nether fortress, which, though not as large as Naeus, was large enough for their people to establish themselves.

"So... what are your thoughts, esteemed diviner?"

Groot didn't believe that the Lower Realm King would remove it based on Galan's one-sided account, but rather he was intrigued by the guy's contrasting personality.

If that were the case, it would be utterly absurd.

He laid out a map of the terrain around the player city on the table, with the pigmen generals on the left and right sides: Hawkes, the leader of the zombie pigmen, and Ruiz, the leader of the piglins.

Galan narrowed his eyes slightly. In the latest version of his memory, although the two races were zombie pigmen, they would not attack piglins unless provoked. The piglins would regard the zombie pigmen as enemies.

In a way.

Zombie Piglins were once the Piglins' brethren, but now they have become the beings they despise most—like a rotting reflection in a mirror.

If I had to put it into words… there was a hint of decay about Groot; was he infected?

No wonder he became the Pig King.

"I don't have any insights yet, but if we were to launch a full-scale attack... we would stop beneath the player city."

“As far as the challenge is concerned… this is a task destined to fail,” said Galan.

The player city is protected by a barrier bestowed by the "gods," so no monsters can break through it, and there is only a very small chance that monsters will spawn in the surrounding area.

To put it bluntly, it's just a newbie protection period, a newbie village.

"Indeed, the barrier is a real problem... but we can't back down because of it."

"Even if we can't break in, we can still loot the surrounding area." Groot's lips suddenly curled into a wicked smile, as if he harbored a covetous intent towards the main world.

Indeed, if it weren't for the arrival of the God of the Dead... Groot would have already extended his reach into the main world. He's just doing something he'd thought of before but hadn't had time to do.

Then, as if remembering something important, Groot suddenly spoke up: "Perhaps Lord 303 has a solution?"

“I remember he once said that he would find a way to deal with the barrier problem.”

"Wait... who did you say?" Galan was taken aback, staring at the person in front of him in disbelief.

He never expected this to happen. 303 was going to breach the player city's defense system? How could that be possible?

When did this happen? Did he go alone?

"Yes, but we haven't set off yet... I've only heard him mention it."

“Lord 303 is a different race from us. If it were him, perhaps he really could break through the barrier.”

Galan suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. He leaned against the table, supporting his forehead with one hand and wiping his eyes, seemingly completely unprepared for this turn of events.

"Is there... something wrong with this?" Groot asked, somewhat puzzled, not understanding why the other person looked so troubled.

"That's quite inappropriate... To put it nicely, it's called infiltrating the enemy's headquarters."

"To put it bluntly, it's like rushing to deliver vegetables to the other side." Lan completely disregarded the current situation and immediately started criticizing 303's scheme.

Groot frowned slightly. He didn't think so; instead, he felt that the other party seemed to be making a mountain out of a molehill.

The 303 is very strong; that's an undeniable fact.

Ruiz noticed his king's frown, but out of respect for the king's status, he didn't dare question him. However, as someone standing beside the Pig King, he occasionally felt obligated to offer his insights, so he asked:

"According to what the diviner has said... do you have any insightful opinions?"

“My brilliant idea is to tell him not to venture into the headquarters alone.”

Ruiz leaned back slightly, a sly smile playing on his lips, and said, "So? According to you... this battle is doomed to be lost, that's your intention?"

What does "this battle is doomed to be lost" mean? It means that... the God of the Dead and the King of the Lower Realm deliberately want their people to die in a battle they can't win?

“I believe…” Groot suddenly spoke, but then paused for a long time, his gaze fixed solemnly on the person in front of him. He continued earnestly, “I believe in the God of the Dead. He will personally deal with that barrier.”

"If Lord 303 is no good, then the king of the monsters will definitely take action."

Geographically, Naeus is the new king of the Nether, while Herobrine is the god who created all monsters, and a god would never abandon his people.

Moreover, it's fighting for "him".

Galan leaned back, his eyes devoid of any warmth, and said in the most indifferent tone, "This isn't fair..."

"what?"

"Ha...that's not fair, darling...that's not fair." Galan narrowed one eye slightly, propped her head up, and naturally spread out her left hand, as if she were sneering.

“Unfair…? The players?” Groot frowned in confusion, mistakenly thinking it was unfair to the players in terms of the number of players.

"How could that be? Don't you know?" Galan raised an eyebrow, sighed helplessly, and continued to reply with a smile:

"Don't you know... players can be resurrected after they die?"

"Your lives are left there, but their lives continue."

"What you killed were nothing more than their false bodies."

“And bodies like that… are countless.”

Just then, Hawkes, who was standing to one side, suddenly flew into a rage. He slammed his hand on the table, making a loud noise that startled Lan, who trembled.

"You're not here to discuss tactics, you're here to disrupt morale, aren't you?" Hawkes narrowed his eyes, his expression turning cold in an instant. He stared intently at the man in front of him, already having the urge to pick him up and throw him out.

Everyone present knew that if it wasn't mentioned, it would be fine, but once it was brought up... everyone except Galan looked quite grim.

"Uh..." Galan glanced at him slightly, scratching his head somewhat embarrassedly. He swore... this really wasn't his intention.

"No, I just meant that I've already come up with a solution."

"..." The crowd was silent for a moment, signaling him to continue.

"However, I can't tell you yet..."

"You'll find out when the time comes."

"......."

Very good, it's as if I said nothing at all.