My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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just now.

At the same time, on the other side.

At the end of the world, there is an area composed of "unknown unidentified blocks". The ground is blank, and there are more than a dozen particle beams around, which seem to connect different places.

Herobrine still guards this place, which is both the end of the world and the beginning of everything.

Originally, this world had two creator gods, Notch and Herobrine. They were a pair of good brothers who "guarded" the world together.

Steve and Alex are the first humans created by Notch and are the original inhabitants of this world. The relationship between the four of them is more like friends than the relationship between the creator and his creation.

Herobrine is still secretly looking for Redeyes' whereabouts. Who knows what that guy might know.

He stared at the beams of light in front of him. Those beams of light connected different places. One of the two largest beams of light was currently in the Player City.

That beam of light connects the players' "worlds".

"He" doesn't understand why Notch allowed that group of players to intervene?

Why should they be allowed to join the "update" of the world?

Why.... give them such substandard privileges?

Herobrine couldn't understand what that man did. Maybe the world had some changes for the better, but what was left was... chaos and disaster.

Those players simply don't understand what kindness is. When they remove the veil of hypocrisy, a completely different look is revealed.

As Herobrine raised his hand, one illusory mirror after another appeared before his eyes in an instant, and the mirror images began to show scenes from every corner of the main world.

* Observer of the World *

There was a picture among them that instantly caught his attention the moment he saw it, and he stared at the scene in the mirror with some surprise.

"Notch? What is this guy doing?" Herobrine frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he realized that there seemed to be some changes in him.

Notch's power was mostly gone, and he even found Mo? And... another guy, who is he? That guy is not a player...

"It seems that even the people around him have changed." Herobrine spoke in a low voice, and suddenly a golden figure flashed through his mind. It seemed that there was an alien species in his city.

He reached out and ran a hand across Notch's reflection, because it didn't matter anymore.

When Herobrine was observing the different situations in various areas, there was one picture that he took a quick look at, but suddenly realized something was wrong and slid back.

"..."

He looked at the scene in the mirror in silence, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

In the mirror image.

Galan tiptoed to the hall, quietly poked his little head out to look at the throne, and when he found that his king was not online, he kicked the door open.

"I'm here! My king is not at home ~ Hehehe ~" Galan rubbed his little paws with an excited look on his face. Suddenly, he set his gaze on the empty throne and scratched his little head.

Well, actually, my king is not here, and I really miss him a little bit... But he should be... busy somewhere else now.

Galan slowly approached the throne. After arriving under the throne, he straightened his posture and restrained his usual unruly behavior. He knelt on one knee towards the empty throne and looked up at that position, as if "he" was still sitting there.

His eyes were slightly closed, but a gentle smile appeared on his face involuntarily. The man murmured to himself: "Wang... Do you remember when we first met?"

"No matter what you are going to do in the future, whether it is destroying humanity, killing Notch, or even destroying all living things."

"I support you."

So... please don't worry, I will clear all obstacles for you. If I can't... someone will replace me, he will be stronger than me, he will become... the most powerful ****.

“So please, just go for it!”

Outside the mirror, Herobrine looked very calm while watching all this. The man was referring to the conversation he had with 303 when he first arrived.

Herobrine never doubted Galan's ability.

Bringing him back to the End City was just to use him in the beginning, and he did prove his worth. During the time when this guy was traveling to other dimensions, many players in the main world had already been punished by the Undead Legion.

But...he had never told Galan about this or he had never intended to tell him.

Galan's combat ability is the weakest so far. Unlike the Undead, they can completely lead a group of monsters to march into the player camp.

And… that guy’s “improper” attitude did make him feel helpless, but… his behavior was sometimes very strange, such as his sudden change of attitude and his blue-pink “eyes”.

Herobrine had noticed long ago that when Galan suddenly changed his attitude, his eyes also changed, especially the "pink" color in his eyes, which gradually faded and became more prominent.

Perhaps even he himself has not discovered this matter. If possible... He also does not want anything to happen to Galan. After all, he can bring the other members of the Undead Legion back after everything is over.

Only Galan does not belong to this world. Only him... If he dies, he can never be brought back.

Herobrine was silent for a long time, and then he laughed for no apparent reason, as if he couldn't help it. His shoulders trembled slightly, and his chest rose and fell as he laughed. It took him a long time to speak, accompanied by the dull laughter coming from his throat.

"It's really... unnecessary emotion."

"Obviously... they are just tools."

However, during the time he spent with Galan and the others, he did regain the feeling that he had when he was with "them" in the past.

"Really... there's nothing we can do about that guy."

Herobrine smiled helplessly. It seemed that he had one more thing to deal with. Maybe it was time to... create a "clone".

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