My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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At this moment, 303, using its unique capabilities, forcefully crossed the boundaries between Minecraft and the real world, at the so-called intersection of the Internet and brain-computer interfaces.

This is the boundary dimension point.

Countless streams of data are woven here, and a giant golden wheel circling in the sky connects these two worlds. The consciousness of all players is transported to the vessel of this world. This is the boundary, the intersection of the two worlds, and the "birthplace" of miracles.

And now, Entity_303, which can be called a 'virus', is right here.

"This is it, the place where everything can end."

No one knows how 303 managed to do it; his current physical condition is quite bizarre.

He was like a real 'data virus', his body in a semi-virtual state, flowing like a waterfall of data, occasionally accompanied by slight lag and error blue lines.

Here…this place…we’ve truly arrived here…

303 lowered his eyes, looking at his arms that kept dropping frames. This was something that had never happened before. He had always thought that he was so different from others, but he never thought that he was this different.

What kind of beings are they exactly?

or.

What kind of beings are we, really?

"Herman..."

"Manager Herman..."

"Someone has crossed the 'critical point'."

The notification from the terminal core brought Herman, the 'administrator' who had been watching the show with great interest inside the main city, back to reality.

“Wele…..Wele…”

Herman's deep voice gradually rose, and he landed here perfectly intact, having crossed the edge barrier without making the slightest 'mistake'.

This contrasts sharply with the obviously erroneous body of 303.

“You… are the mastermind those people were talking about.” 303 looked up at the guy in front of him who was completely unaffected. He already knew the special nature of the other person. Perhaps… they were all the same kind of beings.

"You... are not human."

“Of course I’m not human.” Herman raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised, but he readily admitted this fact without trying to hide it. “But you can call me… God.”

Half-god.

Upon hearing this, 303 couldn't help but chuckle, his distorted face revealing a series of blue-black cube-like structures. "God...? Are you... joking with me? Huh?"

In an instant, the smile on 303's face froze, the curve of his lips gradually flattened, and his sharp red eyes stared at Herman with penetrating intensity.

"With your abilities..."

"Also worthy?"

Before Herman could speak, 303's figure transformed into a white and red electronic storm in 0.3 seconds, his right forearm gathering an extraordinary destructive energy.

This strike was beyond the limits of visual perception for ordinary people.

But here, Herman simply stood quietly. Having anticipated this, he did not parry; he merely turned slightly to the side, and the claws wrapped with error codes passed by a hair's breadth.

A powerful energy shockwave exploded behind Herman, producing a loud rumbling sound. The space behind him was violently torn open, revealing a complex and unique structure, but it returned to normal in an instant.

"Is that all...?" Herman's tone was flat, with a hint of barely perceptible disappointment.

303's pupils suddenly contracted, but his attacks became even more ferocious. Each of his attacks carried garbled code that eroded the rules, even modifying the fundamental rules of this space, including those frequently flashing erroneous formats that were violently torn off.

As a result, the disordered marks on his body became increasingly obvious, and even... the originally white hem of his clothes was now covered by a blue-black mismatched color that extended to the brim of his hat.

Herman remained unaffected, defusing all the deadly attacks with minimal movements—by turning to the side, taking a half-step back, or sometimes simply tilting his head.

In his eyes, 303's condition was far from optimistic—it wasn't just a simple injury, but a collapse that was on the verge of disintegration... a collapse with an eerie beauty.

The frame rate drops throughout the 303 are simply too severe.

It is no longer a coherent and smooth entity, but rather like a digital projection severely eroded by a virus, with its movements jumping wildly between continuity and fragmentation.

Each teleportation was accompanied by multiple afterimages being dragged along, and each attack left a briefly frozen... tear-like mark in the air.

Beneath the brim of his hat, the data structure of half his face was melting, like black and red light flowing down a broken screen. The shimmering luster seemed to be composed of countless tiny, erroneous strings of data, constantly cycling between breaking and rebuilding.

"Disorderly errors, a lack of beautiful form." Herman's voice rang out clearly from the eye of the storm.

"Why do you exist...?"

"And why did you come here?"

"Do you know where you are...?"

Herman asked, seemingly having no intention of attacking.

Perhaps it was out of pity? This poor little guy didn't even know where he was.

He just barged in... Oh, look at him now... Maybe he'll become a part of this place.

Heh... To them, isn't a creature like 303 just a kind of data virus?

After all, he had already come here.

Something's definitely not right, isn't it?

303 was aware of this as soon as it entered the area.

here…...

It is definitely not a place that can be called "the world".

But…...

This place, however, is connected to their world.

I don't understand 303.

He looked down at his current body, then looked up at the person in front of him. Why was that person unaffected?

Unable to muster the same offensive power as before, he could even feel changes in his body, as if something was modifying him, as if... trying to make him become one with this place.

"Are you wondering...?"

Why wasn't I affected?

Herman seemed to read his mind. A faint smile appeared on his lips as he politely and gracefully stepped forward, landing in front of 303, and continued to answer his questions:

"It's actually very simple..."

"Just become a part of this place."

"It won't be affected."

Herman's eyes narrowed slightly.

"And you... will soon become a part of this place too."

"become……"

"Part of our database."