My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

A dense barrage of arrows rained down, and some players who didn't have time to react or who weren't prepared with shields were instantly riddled with holes.

* Achievement Completed: A cute hedgehog and lots and lots of hedgehogs!

Oh... of course there were shields, but they were all destroyed!

Who in their right mind would stuff a bunch of shields in their backpack?

But players always have their own ways, such as... using special items obtained from exploring the world, or simply digging three times, filling in one hole, and drilling underground, with a block on their head or something – isn't that a clever method?

Seeing such cowardly behavior, Groot scoffed disdainfully and, without giving them any chance to breathe, immediately ordered the execution of the surviving players.

The piglins rode their warthogs at the forefront, leading the legion behind them. Whenever a player still alive passed by, they raised their spears and plunged them into the chest, crushing and trampling over the bodies that had not yet been digitized.

With remote support also available, and the Nether Legion leading the charge, the Nether army seemed unstoppable, driving the reckless and impulsive players into a hasty retreat.

Ha... Although they won't die, they'll definitely drop something.

Meanwhile, in the player city...

Lydia stood atop the city wall, her camera capturing the vast scene in real time, and she began to worry about the fate of the city.

"What are we going to do now..."

If those monsters were to break in, who knows how badly this city would be damaged.

Azrael, however, paid no attention. He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze fixed on the indistinct leader in front of him, the kind of monster he had encountered while exploring the lower realm.

"It's just a pig? What... you've never eaten pork before? What's there to be afraid of?" Azrael leaned against the city wall, completely disregarding the approaching enemies.

"Hey! Does eating pork compare to them?!" Lydia grew increasingly disgusted with this arrogant guy.

"Why do you think we've been getting beaten so badly?" Azrael suddenly turned to her and asked.

Lydia hesitated for a moment before turning to look at the scene before her. The Nether Legion was organized and disciplined, acting entirely according to their leader's instructions. They were powerful and loyal enough.

Conversely, the players' side was like a pile of loose sand, with no one to command or organize them... Everyone had their own way of playing, this was hardly a team battle dungeon... It was more like they were just feeding the enemy team, who were the real protagonists.

They are the ones who are treated like monsters as dungeon crawling materials!

"So you understand now?" Azrael raised an eyebrow slightly, a dismissive smirk playing on his lips. "Besides... the game rules state that player cities... are absolutely safe areas."

"But... this is too embarrassing! Players losing to a monster group... we're going to become the most useless players in history!" Lydia simply couldn't understand why the enemies below were so terrifyingly strong.

Normally, monster NPCs can never defeat players with great power, unless the player's level is too low!

Moreover, this is clearly war, isn't it? In their world, it's already a time of peace, and with the existence of laws, it's easy to be punished.

“You’re right…it’s true that it’s embarrassing for players, but what does it have to do with me?” Azrael found it ridiculous. He wasn’t a savior…why should he waste experience and equipment fighting those monsters?

What he lost was merely the reputation of the term "player," what does it have to do with him as a real person?

"Hey, don't you have any sense of honor as a player..." Lydia clearly rolled her eyes at him; this arrogant and conceited guy was just spouting nonsense.

It's completely useless!

"Can honor feed you? Pshaw..." Azrael glanced at her coldly, showing no interest in the reward for defending the game.

"Whatever."

Lydia didn't really expect someone like him to save the player city.

But what to do in such a deadlock? Have the official team reveal the generous rewards in advance to lure players who are not in the game to participate. As long as the rewards are generous enough, most people will not refuse.

Azrael scraped his fingertips against the wall, a sinister smile creeping across his face. He had been waiting for this moment all along.

So how long will they endure this? By storming over the walls, they'll wear down the players' self-esteem and turn this virtual reality game into a "disgrace."

At that very moment, a notification sounded in the minds of all players, and a random announcement popped up.

[Announcement: A tribute to our beloved players.]

This is a story with a beginning and an end. Our game faces an unprecedented challenge and is on the verge of shutting down.

We firmly believe that the control over the game servers ultimately rests with the players.

The fate of this world rests in your hands.

"Damn it..." Azrael cursed under his breath, clenching his fist and slamming it against the wall. He had indeed thought that the game planners would do something like this, but he didn't expect them to actually have the nerve to do it!

Don't you have any feelings for this game at all? Making money? You expect an unscrupulous merchant to give you a full refund?

In the end, he was still working for someone else for free. As Azrael closed his eyes, he thought this and jumped off the city wall. A bucket of magnificent water, who had the same thought as him, also jumped off the city wall.

"Hey, didn't you say you were quitting? Why are you suddenly so enthusiastic?" Lydia leaned down to look at him and couldn't help but chime in, "Are you reluctant to save your game?" She even had to provoke him.

Azrael couldn't be bothered with that guy. To put it bluntly, he was just a useless dog who couldn't be helped at all, and it would be a waste of breath to say anything to him.

However, the problem is immediately apparent. Just as he thought, the current players are undisciplined and disorganized, like a pile of loose sand. How can a pile of loose sand be turned into a sandstorm that can sweep across the entire field?

This is what Azrael should be worried about.

Not long after, this problem was also quickly resolved. When he reopened the system interface, he found that three brand new group chats had inexplicably appeared on his chat homepage.

The group name is: "Player City Defense War".

The sudden appearance of this group was automatically interpreted by everyone as a system-generated group to facilitate cooperation among players, since group chats could only be created after adding each other as friends, and the number of people here was almost greater than expected.

But even if a large number of people were organized, wouldn't the posts just flood the screen?

That's what Azrael thought, but so far the rate at which it's being shared isn't as fast as expected. Could it be...?

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