My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

Meanwhile on the other side.

The end city.

Galan, who had just been fighting with the undead, suddenly stopped and his expression gradually became solemn.

"? Why did you stop? You can't even move a table?" The undead following behind looked at him in surprise.

Galan did not answer his question, but suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he had an inexplicable uncomfortable feeling.

When the undead wanted to ask him again, a familiar figure walked over from a distance.

"What are you doing?" Herobrine slowly approached the two and glanced at what Galan was holding in his hand.

"My dear king, what have you been doing all this time?" Galanjian restrained his usual playful and laughing appearance, his expression gradually became gloomy, but he still managed a faint smile.

"Ah? Don't you know? Didn't the king tell you?" The undead was a little confused. He thought the king had already told Galan that they were planning to fight in the main world.

Galan turned his head and glanced at the undead, his eyes flashed with a hint of gloom and coldness that even he himself did not notice.

"Ga...Galan?" If this undead had not become the werewolf king, its little ears and big tail would have drooped down instantly at this moment.

"! That Xiaobao... I... I didn't mean that!" Galan realized what he had just done. What was I doing! How could I be so mean to Xiaobao?! He was so well behaved and he did nothing wrong!

It seemed that he felt that his sincerity was not enough, so he quickly put down the things in his hands, took a step forward and hugged the undead.

"?" Herobrine frowned slightly.

“???” The undead was almost getting upset, but was stopped by this hug.

"I'm sorry! Xiaobao! It's my fault! I'm guilty! I deserve to die! I'll kill myself to cheer you up!" Galan's words were so shocking that she almost dropped a few pearls.

"What?! No need! What are you talking about?!" The undead was startled on the spot. Although he had been with him for a long time and was used to it, this was the first time he had encountered such an emergency.

If the undead hadn't been holding something in his hands, he would probably have started patting someone on the back to try to comfort them.

At this moment, an extremely majestic voice instantly reached the ears of the two men, scaring Jia.

"Galan! Be more restrained!" Herobrine's gloomy voice with a hint of divine authority was like a sudden enlightenment that chilled someone to the core.

Okay, okay, after coaxing the little one, here comes the big one.

"My king... I didn't mean it... wait..." Galan explained weakly, but suddenly he seemed to remember something, and his aura instantly increased again.

"What did you do behind my back while I was away! My dear king, can you give me an explanation?!"

"Wha...what?" Herobrine was slightly stunned.

"Why didn't you call me when you were doing something important?! Do you know what role a fortune teller plays in this situation?"

"That's equivalent to the military strategist level, okay? Do you know how to command people?"

"Uh..." The Undead was stunned watching from the side. He didn't expect that this guy was so bold.

"Really?" Herobrine folded his elbows, raised his brows, stared at him thoughtfully, and then slowly said: "Isn't it because you ran away to another dimension?"

"Ah? It was an accident!" Galan explained quickly with an embarrassed look on his face.

"What can you do? Check the future? Or lead the team into battle? Or do you plan to use some tricks and hide in the back to watch the show?" Herobrine narrowed his eyes slightly, and the cold chill instantly covered his eyes, and there was not even a trace of extra expression on his face.

“I…” Galan looked at him in shock. This was the first time he saw him so cold since he was picked up by Herobrine.

Galan really had no way of telling him about what the future would look like, because retribution would always arrive on time, not to mention that he himself couldn't see too clearly.

Only in an uncertain future will there be opportunities for change.

For example, the rumored butterfly effect is a chaotic phenomenon, which shows that there are constants and variables in the development of any thing. Things have regular development trajectories in the process of development, but there are also unpredictable "variables", which sometimes have the opposite effect. A small change can affect the development of things. The solution to the problem is extremely sensitive to the initial conditions.

That is to say, in a dynamic system, a slight change in the initial conditions can lead to a significant difference in the order in which different events develop. A common extended view is that a small change in the initial conditions may lead to a long-term and huge chain reaction in the entire system: "A butterfly flapping its wings in South America may cause a tornado in Texas, the United States."

"It's okay, you can train them with me." The undead came forward and tried to comfort little Galan.

Galan was instantly depressed and visibly withered. As expected, he was just a useless little thing who couldn't do anything well.

Herobrine stared at the obviously withered little Galan in front of him, and began to wonder if he had been a little too harsh.

But if I don't do this, what if he follows me...

After all, there will be no let-up on the battlefield.

"I... I can prove that I am not weak!" Galan looked at him firmly.

"Okay, then let me ask you another question." Herobrine spoke in a low voice, gradually approaching him, and even an invisible aura condensed from his body.

[Have you ever taken someone's life?]

"What...what?" Galan was stunned by this question.

It seems that I have never killed anyone, because killing is not allowed in their world, which is a society ruled by law.

Wait.....Does this thing called 'blood' exist in this world?

When we were fighting 303, there didn't seem to be anything like that?

"You seem to be more inclined towards peace, Galan"

"But peace is not allowed in this world, I mean..."

[Only the ‘winners’ can redefine this gradually collapsing world]

Herobrine raised his hand and rubbed his little head, relaxing the somewhat oppressive aura.

"My king..." Galan looked at him eagerly.

"Be good, if you have nothing to do you can train with me. When you become stronger you can go out." The undead also came over and stroked Galan's furry little head.

"? Is there something wrong with you?" Galan's face twitched.

What does that mean? What are you doing?! Am I some rare animal?! What does it mean to rub my head?!

By the time the two men stopped, Galan's fluffy golden hair had become frizzy.

Herobrine patted him on the shoulder and teleported away immediately.

"What do you mean? What do you mean?! You're going to run away after touching me, right?! I'm C!" Galan exploded on the spot, began to rage, and then looked at the undead beside him with a resentful look.

"I didn't run away...Don't look at me like that!"

"Humph! He won't let me go, but I'll go anyway! He won't let me die, so I'll die... ugh... damn it! I'm so angry that I'm being led astray!"

"Be good, if you stop being lazy you can follow me later. Then my king will feel more at ease if I go with you." The undead stretched out his hand and stroked his golden hair again, trying to smooth the guy's hair.

"I C?! You're not done yet, are you?!"

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