My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

Galan smiled slightly, it seemed that he would have an interesting companion. He was originally an outsider, and the first person to stay with Herobrine should be the Death Knight.

If it appears in the form of being imprisoned in a bedrock room, then what form will the subsequent plot take?

"Then I'll take you there."

Galan then stood up and brushed off the dust on his pants. He remembered that he should also have a portal.

The crystal ball seemed to respond to his thoughts. It floated in the air and projected a white light that formed a vortex and gradually changed into dark purple.

“Can it be used like this?”

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The netherworld, hell.

As Galan stepped in, he felt the scorching heat, but it returned to normal temperature in just a moment.

In front of the two people was the bedrock room, and the Death Knight was imprisoned inside.

"My king, please." Galan bowed respectfully and made way for him.

Herobrine seemed to have gotten used to this guy's sometimes inexplicable attitude.

A single punch smashed the bedrock house in front of him. Galan, who was standing nearby and acting as the atmosphere group, clapped wildly.

"My king is mighty!"

The moment the bedrock was shattered, a ray of light shone into the endless darkness. The world that had once been in utter collapse finally welcomed the long-lost light.

"What a flash! I'm going to be blind!" Before the Death Knight could even sigh, a strong light suddenly flashed and he felt his eyes being hit hard, so he covered his eyes.

"Galan...what are you doing?" Herobrine was speechless, and even he could feel the light coming from behind him.

"I'm lighting you up, is it bright enough?" Galan used the crystal ball to act as a spotlight, but he was afraid that it would blind the undead. Herobrine's white eyes were bright enough.

"Enough, enough! Put it away quickly!" The spirit of death felt that his eyes were overwhelmed and was almost blinded by the light before he had time to adapt to it.

Only then did Galan put away his magical powers.

"Death Knight, are you willing to follow me?" Herobrine stretched out his hand to him condescendingly, stepped one foot on the bedrock ruins, and his posture was as dazzling as a god.

The undead rubbed his eyes, and then he focused his attention on the person, Herobrine, who saved him from dire straits. He didn't want to stay in this broken place for a moment.

"Blackbone, the Death Knight, pays the highest respect to our king!"

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End City

"I was wondering...how did my king know my name? Turns out it was because of him." The undead glanced at a man named Ga who was eating cake nearby.

"What? Don't be obsessed with me. I'm just a useless fortune teller." Galan noticed his gaze, lifted his hair to show off, and licked the cream on his lips.

"Has he always been like this?"

“Sometimes…”

Herobrine's eyes gradually focused on Galan. Since bringing him back, he had hardly seen him take action, and previously he had only watched from the sidelines.

He didn't think it was a big deal, because he wasn't expected to fight in the first place. But they were family after all, and humans wouldn't care about it. If he was discovered... he wouldn't have the time to protect Galan.

"HIM? Why are you staring at me?" Galan felt goose bumps all over his body. Those eyes were like light bulbs. He didn't know where to start with this strange feeling.

"Galan, why don't you practice with the undead? I can't protect you all the time."

"What? Who? Me and him?!" Galan pointed at the Death Knight standing beside him with a look of shock on his face.

"What are you doing? Are you looking down on me?!" The undead crossed his arms and hugged his elbows, looking a little dissatisfied.

Galan saw this and waved his hands repeatedly, curling his hair around his ears as usual, with a rather helpless expression.

"I... I'm just a useless fortune teller... Isn't it a one-sided abuse for me to practice with the undead?" Galan muttered softly, seeming reluctant.

"It's okay, the Undead will take care of it." Herobrine seemed determined to pull out the guy who had been hiding in the back to join the group.

Galan looked ashen, and was carried to the practice ground by Herobrine in frustration.

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The monsters looked at each other in bewilderment. Why did the fortune teller come here? Was he preparing for practice? It seemed that they had never seen him do it before.

The undead has already found a good position on the opposite side.

Herobrine placed Galan on the field like he was carrying a chicken and patted him gently on the forehead.

"Keep your head up and your chest out! Come on."

Galan received a piece of encouragement from Herobrine, but he didn't really want it.

While he was still in a daze, the undead had already taken the brunt of the attack. He tapped the step with his foot, used the force to leap like a dragon, and punched down.

After all, it was just a sparring match, and he was the first to discover me. If it weren't for him, I would have stayed there for a long time. It was just a little water, not a big deal.

Galan took a deep breath and dodged the fist just before it came down. His eyes narrowed slightly, and there seemed to be a barely perceptible glimmer in his pupils.

"Not bad, you do have some skills." The undead praised him slightly.

"Hey~ How about this! If I win, I can ride your skeleton horse for a bit, how about that?"

"Okay! What if I win?"

"If you win... I'll help you predict your fate. How about that?"

"Okay, this is what you said!"

The first time the undead got serious after breaking out of the cage was because he wanted to experience the so-called divination technique.

In an instant, the undead quickly rushed towards Galan, swung his fist out, and suddenly hit him, the fist brought wind and whirring sound.

Galan was a little weird, as if he knew where the undead's fist would appear before it landed. He dodged if he could, and pushed away if he couldn't. He used his palm to overcome the hardness with the soft.

Taking advantage of the undead's undead preparation, he swept his leg and with a "bang", the undead fell to the ground in great disgrace.

"I'm C, I treat you as a brother and give you a break, but you're playing tricks on me??"

Herobrine held his forehead with his hand and shook his head silently, remaining silent for a while.

"Dead Spirit, take out your lava blade and compete with me. I want to test the power of the crystal ball."

"Okay, okay, let's play like this, right?"

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Let me make up the word count and give you some scientific knowledge.

As for the subsequent plot, it depends on the situation. Compared to those in Shattered Earth, I have been catching up on some of the anime recently.

As for Herobrine and other characters, they may be OOC, so just treat them as private settings.

As for 303 and Naeus...I personally prefer peace. All in all...we'll see later.

(Okay, I have the word count)