My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

Chapter 132 I didn’t know, they suddenly started clamoring to surrender to the enemy!

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"Wait, be quiet! Now is the time to talk about business!" The player with golden pupils suddenly stopped them from continuing to speak.

Then, he pretended to be calm and coughed twice, then came to Galan and introduced himself solemnly. He smiled and said, "My name is Anthony. I am currently a red-name player. Ah, don't look at us like this... In fact, there are other reasons for the red name."

"Well, there are other reasons. The main reason is that I just can't stand what other guys are doing... and then I just help them when I see injustice."

“Finally, it became like this~”

Galan stroked his chin, probably understanding what they said, but in this case...does this mean that they are good people?

"So you... really don't know what your officials... are doing?" Galan once again questioned this group of people, although the credibility of this question was still... relatively high.

Even if he didn't ask, he could actually test it in other ways. After all... he had similar experiences in his lifetime.

"I don't think we need to lie to you. After all, we have withdrawn our defensive gear and are standing in front of you defenselessly." Anthony stared at his face firmly, and then he slowly continued, "If you don't believe me, you can just send us back to the city right here."

Galan narrowed his eyes and sighed softly. He raised his hand to curl the hair by his ears, and then he solemnly introduced himself to the group of red-named players.

"Okay, okay, I recognize you."

Then, he shrugged his shoulders and pulled up a corner of his black fur collar cloak towards the group of people in front of him. He leaned down slightly and bowed elegantly. He raised his head and showed a "professional" smile. He chuckled and said:

"My name is Galan, and I am the fortune teller of Herobrine, the King of Monsters and God of the Dead."

* Galan expressed his goodwill sincerely.

Although... the wreckage around here is still emitting bursts of smoke filling the air, which is obviously very inconsistent with the current atmosphere. And the culprit has now... probably blended in?

"So can you tell us...the truth of the matter?" Anthony asked the most critical question directly with a serious expression.

Regarding his question, Galan himself did not conduct any divination test on this matter. He was just doing what my king thought, so he took the risk to come and find something that could help.

By chance, I discovered Chris's branch of the Monster Research Institute, and learned that they were using extremely cruel methods to stimulate the development of creatures' potential for "life".

Of course, the main purpose is to test... whether they really have self-awareness.

In this world, most creatures do not have self-awareness, except for the so-called "indigenous people".

What are the indigenous people? As the name suggests, they are the "humans" living in this world. Of course, they generally do not have too many interactions with players, nor do they take the initiative to step into the player's territory.

The most notable ones are Steve and Alex.

They were even given the task of guiding the players by the Creator God...

However, since Notch disappeared, Steve took Alex away from the territory allocated to players.

That's right, they are on the other side of the main world.

"As for the truth of the incident, I'm afraid only you officials know it... You probably haven't been to the Monster Research Institute."

"If you are lucky enough to get inside, you can probably guess part of it."

Galan said this thoughtfully. Of course, he didn't think that these players would choose to help them just based on these few words.

"Regarding the Monster Research Institute... we all know most of it, but the official explanation is to add more fun."

"Yes, yes, that's right. For example... more monster mods? Or... taming."

"Taming?" an uninformed player asked.

"Yes, that's right. It's about turning a 'monster' into your own 'pet'. In the words of this game, it's probably... similar to a tamed wolf or an iron golem?"

The player who asked this question gave a brief explanation, and this is pretty much what it means.

"....."

Galan was silent for a moment, then his face gradually darkened, and a guess suddenly came to his mind.

"Taming + monster + self-awareness = slaves who cannot resist."

To put it bluntly, you don't get paid for work! You only get a meal, and no free time! You don't have two days off a week, or even one day off a week, or even no days off all year round.

These words in his mind instantly reminded him of an experience in which he once worked illegally for others.

"So? What do you think?" Galan folded his hands on his elbows and stared at the group of people in front of him with a bad look. At this moment, he just felt annoyed.

"us?"

The players looked at each other in bewilderment. To be honest, they were also looking forward to that kind of MOD...

A person's journey is really long, just like the friends who once agreed to play together forever, how many of them are still there now? They will eventually return to the crowd.

"If there really are companions with self-awareness like that, I will definitely cherish them! No matter if they are monsters, poultry, or even beasts!"

"Wait a minute, let's forget about the beasts... After all, beasts are also classified. Are you talking about the kind that are animals or the kind that are simply beasts?"

Anthony originally wanted to give a passionate speech, but who knew... suddenly someone who likes to interrupt came over and tripped him, making him not know what to say for a moment.

There's nothing wrong with the company of small animals...but forget about those beasts.

Galan couldn't help but burst out laughing. Aren't we talking about serious matters? Why are these guys even more unserious than him?

"Hey... let's get down to business!" Anthony got used to some guys not being too "open" and turned his head to focus on Galan again. He asked, "Do you need us to do anything? If possible... I want to surrender to the enemy."

"Ah, surrender to the enemy? Sounds good!"

"I want to surrender to the enemy too!"

"Hey, can we re-select our camp? If possible, I'll vote for one too!"

Anthony's seemingly casual remark seemed to resonate with the other players, and they all clamored to surrender to the enemy.

"????"

Well, this time... Galan couldn't be tricked for the first time. Originally, he was the one who tricked others.

So...what should he say now?