My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

Herman doesn't need to deal with that electronic virus-like thing himself; just leaving him there might make him "digitalized" before long.

"You're back?" A deep, resonant voice rang out, and Barton turned to look at Herman, who was returning from inside the Golden Ring.

"Well, I'm back."

Herman smiled gently, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, before waving to close the special passage that had been opened behind him.

With his half-closed red eyes, he watched helplessly as the passage gradually shrank until it disappeared completely.

Have they given up...?

It will probably... perish here...

The four leaders of the Minecraft virtual reality world gathered with the founder of this great game. The shadows behind each of them stretched infinitely long like ghosts, and the cold smiles of the black shadows hung there.

This world is wonderful, but it's not what they want.

That's not what Herman wanted either.

"Regardless of the outcome of this battle..."

"us……"

"They are the ultimate winners."

....

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The view shifts to outside the player city, where the players are clearly in a sorry state due to the fierce Nether army led by Pig King Groot.

"So, are you ready?"

Azrael, who had been hiding among the players, sent out this message in the group chat, a dark red light flashing in his eyes, as he gradually approached the Nether Legion ahead with the flow of people.

Let's get started!

"Hey, what are you doing? This is the direction we should be heading."

The piglin riding on the massive warthog raised its sword and pointed it at the 'monster' that kept walking backwards. All the monsters were moving forward, but this one was retreating, which was very strange. In the current situation, no monster would want to desert.

The 'monster' slowly raised its head, its crimson eyes staring at the pig spirit that dared to block its way, a ferocious smile spreading across its lips.

Well then, someone has to sound the horn of counterattack eventually.

"Born Monster - Passive Skill": You have been classified as a monster. Now you are no different from a monster. They call you —- one of their own.

Note: Perhaps you are a monster in human skin.

"I didn't want to get involved in the fight, but unfortunately... those people were just too weak."

Azrael swept his bangs aside with his left hand, revealing a flash of crimson light in his eyes. Then, a blade with an enchanted glow slashed horizontally, aiming straight for the head before the enemy could react.

The fallen piglin head landed right in front of the hogbeast, which, startled, reared up and charged at Azrael.

Azrael leaped into the air, not only dodging the hogbeast's charge but also landing on its back, cruelly plunging his flaming blade into the wound, causing a torrent of blood to gush out.

The situation here also attracted the attention of other monsters, but for Azrael, this did not stop him from opening a small breakthrough here.

"Players should act like players!"

Azrael could clearly sense the unusual activity around him; a large number of Piglin Riders were continuously moving towards his location.

Should we go and fight them with bayonets?

Are you kidding me?

What era are we living in? Still fighting with bayonets.

"That beast... how could he possibly defeat a high-level player?"

The flames on Azrael's blade were ignited by his will, and the moment he swung the blade, dozens of flames transformed into sword energy, burning several pig spirits that were close by into pork chops.

It's cooked.

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As one of the best players, isn't it normal to know a little bit of magic? Otherwise, how could one be called a player?

Azrael created an opening, and soon other players followed behind him. These players were different from the ones who had rushed in blindly earlier.

They've all spent some money on in-game purchases, making them vastly different from low-level players. For them, it doesn't matter if low-level players lose the game.

But they are different; they have invested far more in this game, so how could they allow those extremely unethical officials to shut it down like this?

The counterattack has begun. On the player's city wall, a red-haired boy holds a heavy impact cannon and aims it at the evil spirits lurking in the sky. A large number of beams of light are condensed inside and gradually take shape.

In an instant, a powerful blast struck the battlefield, instantly knocking down several hovering evil spirits, along with the monsters attached to them. This attack not only limited the monsters' aerial combat capabilities but also affected the advance of the Netherworld Legion on the ground.

"I might not be good at close combat, but as for ranged combat... heh heh."

Lyons, the red-haired boy who had met him once in the Sandbox City, still remembered the humiliation of that day, so he directly spent money to upgrade his heavy cannon to a heavy shock cannon!

"Wow! Lyons! You've spent money on in-game purchases again!" A young fanboy next to him stared at the red-haired boy with stars in his eyes.

"Of course! It's just money, right? I'll take it!" Lyons patted his chest without any hesitation, puffing out his chest. So what if it's just money? With his big family and business, he's not afraid of not being able to afford a few bucks.

"Besides, our counterattack has already begun. If we can't win this battle..."

"Aren't we players of Minecraft, this virtual reality game, going to be looked down upon by people from other games?"

"In the end, they're just a bunch of NPCs."

"I really don't believe those damn officials. They're just going to shut down the servers instead of making tons of money from us."

If they weren't so afraid to gamble...

Lyons didn't say the whole story, after all, it's not unheard of for an official account to suddenly change its mind and run away.

Soon, other high-level players will also join the battle.

This game offers a lot of freedom, but... that doesn't mean the developers don't need to make money.

However… their game contains too little content; it doesn't have any high-level magic or world-destroying techniques like other games.

Even if it exists, you'll need to develop it yourself.

Led by a group of high-level players, other low-level players followed closely behind. Although they were not very strong, they could serve as a way to clear out the smaller monsters.

Advanced players only need to clear a path and break up the formations set up by the Nether Legion; the remaining wounded monsters can be left for later players to farm experience.

However, no matter how much the high-level players attacked the Nether Legion behind them, they maintained their unchanging formation, as solid as a rock, as if they had not been disturbed by the counterattack.

Because behind them stands—Groot, the Pig King of the Nether!

This was a personal guard legion belonging solely to Groot. He didn't care about the monsters being killed ahead; their 'god' had promised them before the battle that none of the 'monsters' participating in this campaign would die.

and so.

Go ahead and do it!