My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

Chapter 162 Don’t Leave……． ．

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The final result was... Galan failed to convince Null and was taken back to the End City.

In response to this, Null said that the "bad guy" would have to be replaced by someone else next time, as he really couldn't do such a thing a second time.

Especially being stared at by those blue and pink eyes, that pitiful look, was really unbearable to face.

The end city. The top.

Galan was lying on the fence alone, staring at the dark and empty sky in front of him. At this moment, his heart was filled with confusion and puzzlement.

He didn't understand... Whether it was Null, or the other members of the Undead Legion, including his king... their desire to protect him was really strong.

"Alas..." Galan sighed softly. In fact, he had another way to go, which was to use the power of his crystal ball to leave here quietly.

But this road...will undoubtedly be discovered by Herobrine, and then...he will send his consciousness to personally come and pull himself back.

Just at this moment, Herobrine's figure suddenly appeared above and behind him. He floated in the air, then slowly landed to Galan's side.

"What are you...thinking about? You look...in a bad mood..." Herobrine's deep and magnetic voice sounded slowly in his ears, and he asked Galan with concern why he was unhappy.

"My king..." Galan called out softly. He seemed a little hesitant and thought for a moment before asking what was on his mind: "Why don't you let me go to the front line?"

"Because... I can't bring you back to life. You don't belong in the category of monsters. Once you die... you can't come back."

Herobrine patiently and gently explained to him why he was not allowed to go to the front line, because if Galan died there, he would never be able to return to them.

"But...if I don't go, I'm afraid they will be in danger..." Galan frowned slightly, and gradually he placed his gaze on the man beside him. There seemed to be a hint of pleading in his eyes.

"They will be fine. If a player is able to kill them... they will leave behind a unique item, an indestructible possession."

"I can bring them back to life through that holding object."

"But..." Herobrine's voice suddenly became low when he said this. His white eyes gradually turned their gaze to Galan. There was a hint of subtle sadness in his tone. He said softly, "But you... I can't revive you."

Galan did not realize the emotion implied in this sentence. He only grasped the other key point in Herobrine's words: "unique items".

"Then...what if they don't drop any items?" He slowly began to narrate the divination, in which even if one was seriously injured, no special items would drop.

"Impossible, every creature will drop items after death, even players' equipment will drop after death." Herobrine immediately denied his statement, but on second thought...it seems that this is not impossible.

After all... those players have another power of creation in their hands, which is Notch's divine power.

It is impossible for players to fully master Notch's power, but... the person who said this was Galan.

Herobrine trusted his divination ability, and at this moment, he suddenly recalled what happened in the hall that day when he summoned the Undead Army.

"What else did you... see?" Herobrine's voice gradually became cold and oppressive. He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Galan closely.

He suddenly realized that the man in front of him, the guy he trusted... was hiding something from him.

The air around Herobrine seemed to solidify, and an invisible pressure gradually enveloped the surroundings.

He didn't like the feeling of being kept in the dark... This feeling reminded him of deception and betrayal, which was the thing he could not tolerate the most.

But Herobrine was waiting. He was waiting for Galan to give him a reasonable explanation. He hoped that all of this... was just a small misunderstanding.

"My king... I'm sorry for not being able to tell you everything about divination..." Galan slowly lowered his head. He didn't dare to look up at Herobrine's eyes. He felt very sorry.

He opened his mouth slightly, paused, and then began to tell the person in front of him the real content of the divination.

Whether it was when Herobrine was fortune-telling in the hall, he could see himself in the picture and tried to talk to himself.

Or perhaps he presented to the person in front of him the scenes he had predicted for the other members of the Undead Legion.

Herobrine stared quietly at the scenes on the screen in front of him, his white eyes that were flickering with a faint light trembling slightly, as if they were deeply touched.

However, this was only a momentary emotional fluctuation, and in a blink of an eye, he returned to his usual cold and ruthless appearance.

At this moment, Galan suddenly raised his head, his eyes fixed firmly on the face of the man in front of him, and then he suddenly said: "My king, I want to change this situation... so... please let me go to the main world, okay?" His tone revealed his plea to Herobrine.

"You, what can you do alone?" The coldness in Herobrine's tone remained unchanged. Even now, even he himself is not sure...what his mood is now.

"No matter what I can do, I can definitely change the final outcome! I promise you! Please let me do it!" There was a glimmer of sincere pleading in Galan's blue-pink eyes. Seeing his firm attitude, even Herobrine's heart was shaken.

However, no matter what he said... Herobrine did not respond to his prayer. He just stared at Galan with cold eyes, watching him trying to prove to himself that he had the ability to change his "fate".

Until Galan stopped talking, he realized that he could not convince Herobrine, so he immediately summoned the crystal ball and was about to leave the End City in front of Herobrine.

At the moment he was about to step into the portal, he suddenly heard Herobrine behind him speak in a cold voice, saying something that shocked him greatly.

"If you leave, you will no longer be a member of the Undead Legion."

However, Herobrine regretted it as soon as he said this.

* Galan left.