My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

After returning to the End City, Galan knew that his good days were about to end.

"Hey, you're back? Wait...what happened to you? Why are you covered in wounds?" The dead spirit was still wondering how he could come back so soon when he had been out for less than a day. He was a little surprised to see him covered in wounds.

"Uh... because my king brought Sanbao back, and... my injury was caused by accidentally falling while walking." Galan said this seriously, but it was actually very unconvincing.

"Are you kidding me? How did you fall? Did you fall from the mountain? How come you didn't die?" The undead knew without even thinking that he was lying, and there was no concealment of disgust in his eyes.

"Okay, okay, let me introduce you. This is Entity_303, the third treasure of our family... I prefer to call him Sanzai." Galan moved to the side to make room for 303.

"Sanzai, this is the Death Knight, the little treasure of our family."

"I say, can you change this bad habit? You call everyone treasure? And what's going on with this guy?" The undead frowned and found that things were not simple. This guy was actually more seriously injured than Galan.

"Uh... he fell down the mountain because he wasn't looking at the road he was walking on." Galan looked at him sincerely, then poked 303's shoulder with his finger, signaling him to cooperate with him.

“…Yes, that mountain is quite high.” 303 answered him without changing his expression, finding it inexplicably interesting.

“………You don’t think that I’m easy to fool because I’m an honest man?” The undead suddenly wanted to hang up the two guys in front of him and beat them, but it was just a thought.

Herobrine just thought it was a little funny, but didn't expose it on the spot.

"303, go down and rest first, and leave it to the Undead for the time being. Galan... follow me." After Herobrine gave the instructions, he glanced at Galan, turned around and walked towards the hall.

Galan knew that he was probably going to be in trouble, but he still followed him obediently.

At this moment, his mind was full of that classic lyrics.

[Snowflakes are falling ~ the north wind is blowing ~]

Galan looked absent-minded and didn't seem to notice that Herobrine in front of him had stopped and was looking back at him.

“Ouch…” As expected, Galan was bumped into. He looked up in confusion and saw the pair of bright, glowing eyes staring at him. He was sweating profusely and took a few steps back.

"My...my king, why did you stop suddenly?" Galan looked a little embarrassed, still pretending that he was not the one who was absent-minded just now.

"You've been a little slack in your training recently. Don't you want to explain to me?" Herobrine stared at him with his white eyes, as if waiting for his explanation.

"It's like this, 303 is also one of our king's generals. Although he has a bit of a rebellious attitude, anyone who can fight against our king must be strong." Galan immediately straightened his posture, put away the awkward smile on his face, and knelt on one knee. As if the absent-minded person just now was not him, he even began to analyze the pros and cons to him.

"303 From what I understand, he has four lives in total. Each death unlocks new powers. According to divination... the power of the third life is second only to my king."

"That guy is strong?"

"My king, 303 is currently in the novice zone and has not unlocked the second life. It is currently only used for reference. Even if it is a divination that can predict the future, it is still an unknown number under the butterfly effect."

"Is this the reason why you don't let me get rid of him? You think I can't kill him?" Herobrine frowned slightly, his eyes gradually fixed on the man kneeling in front of him.

"No, my king... What are you thinking about? In my heart, my king, even that man is not as powerful as you. The great king of monsters and... the god of the dead." Galan slowly raised his head and focused his gaze on him, then tilted his little head and chuckled a few times.

"Even if you have to face Notch in the future, I never thought you would lose to him."

"…….." Herobrine did not say anything. Since he brought him back, he had already guessed what he probably knew.

"My king, don't be so silent."

"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."

"303 is a great help, he will be loyal to you."

"You, what exactly is your purpose?" Herobrine looked down at him, with a faint divine power gradually emanating from him. He believed that the guy in front of him was not as simple as he seemed on the surface.

"My king, if you are hostile to me, I will be very sad... Besides, I don't have any purpose. What every fortune teller wants... is just a happy ending."

"My king... you still have a long way to go, I will escort you!" Galan's eyes suddenly lit up, and a bright smile gradually appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"...You, after you recover from your injuries, you can officially start training. Go back." Herobrine waved his hand, which was considered a compromise.

After Galan left, the arrogant God of the Dead chuckled helplessly, then restrained himself again.

Is there anyone who would actually want to protect him?

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a few days later.

The door of Galan's room was suddenly opened with a loud bang. Galan, who was lying on the bed, woke up suddenly. Before he could react to what was happening, he was forcibly taken away by the Undead and 303.

"Ah? Ah? What's going on? What are you going to do? Is it the end of the world?" Galan was a little at a loss for words.

"More terrifying than the end of the world," the undead whispered in his ear.

"Your good days are over." 303 looked gloating. Finally, there was someone who could suffer with him.

With a face full of question marks, Galan was taken to the practice field. The moment he saw Herobrine, he finally understood.

Oh, it turns out that today is the day HIM is going to kill him.

Galan looked up, 180 degrees, at the nonexistent sky. He was so worried that he felt like he was going to grow a dozen white hairs.

"Awake?" Herobrine rolled his eyes and stared at him with a death stare.

“I...they...? Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?” Galan gave up struggling, but still wanted to tease HIM.

"Do you want to start training now, or do you want me to practice with you later?" Herobrine poured a basin of cold water on his head and refused to accept it.

"I choose the first one!" Galan answered without thinking. Practicing with Herobrine? Do you want to save your life?

But, the training Herobrine mentioned is... the kind of sparring with the Necromancer and 303 in turns, where no one is allowed to let up.

Galan, a fragile fortune teller, was almost beaten to death and ran away.

"You all...don't have any heart, do you?! This is too much!"

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