My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

Galan was not strong enough and soon fell into a disadvantage. As 303's attacks became more and more fierce, tiny wounds gradually appeared on his body.

303's fireball broke through his barrier again and hit a huge rock. With a dull thud, his brain seemed to crash.

Galan coughed lightly with an embarrassed look on his face. He didn't seem to have thought that 303 would be so cruel. Is this the virtual reality shining into reality... But he still has a lot of things to do.

This body is not useless, it’s just that he is the useless one from beginning to end.

A social animal like him has never suffered any serious injuries since childhood, so if he suddenly suffers something serious... naturally he can't bear it.

303's footsteps were getting closer and closer, and soon he was in front of him. He slowly lifted his chin with the tip of the iron sword, looked at him, and raised the corners of his mouth in contempt.

"You are nothing more than that. Do you have any last words now?"

Galan chuckled, the pain in his body had not yet subsided. He felt like he was going to be beheaded in the next moment, but he was not afraid at all, instead... he seemed a little excited?

"Heh...it seems like the undead are letting me down," Galan sighed silently. He thought he could also be as powerful as the protagonist in the novel and destroy everything in his way.

At the moment when 303's iron sword was about to chop down, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and hit him accurately.

After taking a hard hit, 303 retreated and quickly left that position. It seemed that there were other people hiding here besides the two of them.

Herobrine slowly walked out from the raging flames, holding a golden sword, ignoring 303 as if he was a blind man, and stood in front of Galan first.

"I told you to stop being lazy and practice more when you get home."

Herobrine scolded without changing his expression, then turned back to stare at 303 opposite him. It felt unusual to be stared at by those white eyes.

Galan raised his head and looked at his back standing in front of him. He felt inexplicably relieved, but still responded stubbornly.

"I know, I know. So, how long have you been hiding?"

Herobrine didn't answer his childish question, nor did he have the time to answer.

303 was the first to attack. The two men swung their swords at the same time, fiercely intersecting each other, the sound of swords, the flash of blades, the shadow of swords and the "crackling" sound of burning fire mixed together.

Galan, who was watching from the side, was dazzled. The fight was fierce with several consecutive attacks and defenses.

Judging from the battle situation, Herobrine had the upper hand. When 303 wanted to use light to attack from a distance, a bolt of lightning hit the guy first, interrupting the spell.

303 saw that the situation was unfavorable and planned to escape on the spot, but before he could teleport, a long whip made of lightning swung over fiercely and hit the target with a "sizzling" conductive sound.

"Wait, isn't this too cruel?" All the Galans were stunned.

303 is still in the Novice Village at this time. Isn't this situation a battle between a Novice Village rookie and a full-level boss? Although 303 has four lives... But the script is not written like this!

Galan didn't seem to have thought about the fact that if it weren't for HIM, he might have been beaten. He had just been beaten up by 303, and now that the wound had healed, he had forgotten the pain and was actually starting to worry about his safety.

At this time, 303 seemed to know the gap between the two sides. Moreover, the other party seemed to possess the divinity of a superior, and he would not mistake that aura.

Herobrine didn't seem to intend to let the opponent go. The fight became more and more intense, and even HIM began to have some wounds on his body.

303 was free to move, and suddenly it floated in the air. Three fireballs were rotating around its body, and suddenly condensed in the center to form a beam of light.

Herobrine used his golden sword to block most of the beams, but the rest still caused some damage to him. One beam seemed to have eyes and shot towards Galan.

"???! No way?!" Galan raised his hands in surrender, and the beam just passed over his head, instantly smashing the rocks behind him. Fortunately, it was a false alarm...

Is he, an innocent bystander, going to be hurt? Brothers, I'm just a spectator... just watch out!

Herobrine glanced in Galan's direction, somewhat speechless.

Both are very powerful, but Herobrine seems to be the better one. In terms of injuries, 303 started fighting with Galan and then fought with Herobrine again, and his injuries accumulated little by little until he was hit by both physical and magical attacks.

Seeing that 303 was getting more and more overwhelmed, Galan began to get anxious. He didn't mind 303 unlocking other abilities, and Herobrine might even suffer a little, but such an early period should not be wasted here.

"Wait! Stop! Stop!! Don't fight anymore!!!" Galan waved his hands and shouted for both sides to stop.

The two big guys seemed not to hear it, and the battle gradually reached a white-hot stage. Same place, different time, same script.

303 was hit hard on the boulder, with wounds all over his body. Seeing that he could not win, he decided to surrender for the time being, and took advantage of the gap between the two rocks to kneel down.

Herobrine slowly approached with the thunder in his hand without any intention of reducing it, as if he was planning to kill him right here.

At this critical moment, a crisp "bell" sound was heard, and a slightly blurry figure appeared in front of 303.

The golden sword in Herobrine's hand paused for a moment and stopped in mid-air, with the crackling thunder still lingering on the top of the sword.

"My king, you can't kill him!" Galan looked at the monster king who had always been aloof and arrogant in his eyes with extremely firm eyes.

Even 303 was visibly stunned. He didn't seem to have expected that Galan, whom he had just beaten up, would actually stand in front of him at this moment.

"...get out of the way," Herobrine said coldly, not seeming to waver at all.

"My king, you absolutely cannot do that! I will explain this to you when I return... and 303 has already surrendered." Galan wanted to persuade them again. It had come to this point, he could not give up.

Herobrine stared at him with a look that was somewhat creepy.

"He is the person you have been looking for, the one with red eyes" seems to be an affirmative sentence.

"Ah? No, no... If it was that guy, I would have packed him up and taken him back right away. I'd have made him kowtow to you." Galan looked at him with some confusion. Aren't there many people with red eye? The Death Knight also has red eye. Why do you ask?

“Okay…” Herobrine put down his sword after hearing these incomprehensible words.

"Alright, Sanzai. Let's kowtow to our king together." Galan wiped the non-existent sweat from his head, turned around and patted the guy on the shoulder.

"Just follow the normal way..." Herobrine stopped him from pressing 303's head.

303 performed the kneeling ceremony as usual.

Regarding 303, after being severely beaten, he surrendered to HIM according to a series of plots.

This part can be considered over, except that the beating came earlier that's all.

However, Galan's hellish training had just begun.

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