My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

Chapter 131 is just a group of “red-name players” who love this world.

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Galan's game cannot be refused, because those players have no chance or choice to refuse.

As of now, most of the powerful players have gone offline, and the players who remain to defend the city are not as strong as imagined. The "majority" are just too greedy for that special reward.

The only strong guy was sent back to his "hometown" by that "special keel cannon" not long ago.

They could only watch as the dragon-shaped bone cannons that were wantonly sweeping through the Sand Table City suddenly gathered around that man.

The pair of blue soul fire hole eyes that were full of deterrence stared at the group of people below, and the muzzle of the dragon bone cannon was aimed at them accurately. The dazzling light beams from the dragon fangs were extremely dazzling, especially the more pleasant standby sound.

"Hey, are you guys ready?! Now let's... have a party!!"

Galan raised his hands and suddenly spread them out. His black fur collared cape seemed to be given life and swayed in the wind as he moved. Every strand of fur seemed to be beating, as if they also sensed the upcoming grand game.

The moment Galan's voice fell, the entire scene was instantly targeted by fire. It could be called a real-life bombing scene. The huge noise penetrated the eardrums. If there was no defense, the person and the eardrum would have been sent back home.

Note: Unless you have muted it.

The scene after the bombing was filled with smoke and looked extremely miserable. Of course... there were still some guys with special defensive means remaining on the scene.

Seeing that there were still people alive, Galan was not in a hurry. Instead, he clapped with a smile on his face, as if he was happy for their survival.

Because the next situation is...the highlight of the game.

"It seems that your official father has given you some benefits." Galan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said with a smile, revealing a hint of elusive meaning in his words.

"Official? Who are you? Why do you know about official matters? Are you an NPC in this game?"

A player suddenly removed the protective barrier that had spread around, and his golden eyes stared at Galan closely.

He was one of the few guys who noticed something was wrong.

"NPC? Are you talking about me? I never thought that I would be an NPC once in my lifetime ~ Hahaha ~" Galan suddenly felt that this "game" was really interesting. He was right. In his current condition, he would at most be regarded as an NPC.

No matter what kind of bug scenario occurs in the game, in order to cover up this "lie", the official will publicly call this incident a "special event".

They might even use them to calm the chaos, but that's right...isn't it their appearance that brings better sales? More and more players will come to this world.

They will eventually be attracted by this highly realistic scene.

But they will never know that this is the real world.

Only the real world can reflect a more real world! Because this is real!

"What do you mean by that? You're not an NPC?"

"Are you also an official member? Did you join this event to make the game more fun?"

"We also love this world, and everything in this world deeply attracts us."

"We are not here because of special missions and special rewards."

"We just want to get back to the original intention of playing this game!"

More and more surviving players removed the barriers in front of them, and began to approach Galan one by one.

They have special means, and even if they are killed, they will not drop their equipment or items, or they do not care about the disappearance of those things.

They simply want to stay in this world and continue to experience the original "essence" of this world.

They can spend a lot of money on the official platform in order to find the innocence and enthusiasm they had when they first stepped into this block world, to find the reason why they want to stay, and to find the lost and vague initial memories.

Now all the players on the field had their ID names dyed bright red, and Galan could even see the names above their heads.

There are no such things as red-named players. They are just ordinary players who want to protect the world they love.

In this so-called virtual world, every character has a unique story and mission, and these players called "red names" are no exception.

They may have chosen a different path for some reason, but this does not mean that they are evil or bad people. On the contrary, it is their persistence and passion for the game world that prompted them to stand up and become the guardians of this world.

Since they learned that this game was made into a virtual reality world game, they have logged back into their game accounts and re-entered this new world.

They don't know what the "officials" are doing, but they don't think what they see is everything.

Games have become realistic, something that can be touched, changed, and built. Naturally, some people will begin to have other intentions towards this world.

It was at this moment that the powder in Galan's eyes gradually stopped spreading and returned to its original state.

* Galan seemed to have calmed down.

"Don't you... know what your officials are doing?" Galan tilted his head in confusion. He seemed to believe what they said.

"Do you think the official will blame everyone for everything? Those idiots don't fix the bugs for a day, and I have to check the notice board nearby. Several players have already had their equipment exploded there, and no one cares even after reporting it several times."

"A few days ago, they made some kind of gun MOD, but they didn't even give us a synthesis table and left us to figure it out on our own. How crazy!"

"You don't know that the officials nowadays just do whatever they are told to do, and the plot editors are too lazy to write, making it seem like I'm going out to buy groceries for them."

Listening to the indignant complaints of these players, Galan himself felt a little confused. He scratched his head, as if the official game officials during his lifetime also had such a thing.

Could it be that...all game officials in the world wear the same pair of shorts?

"So...you are really alive? Oh, no...you really have self-awareness?!"

The player with golden pupils stared at the person in front of him with a little excitement. Nothing could be more shocking than the existence of a self-aware character in a game.

"Well...my situation is rather special."

"But in this world... there are indeed creatures with self-awareness."

"So guys, you hit the jackpot! Welcome to the real world!"

Galan had a natural talent for blending into the atmosphere. He took out a small firework tube from somewhere and pulled the string as if in celebration. With a "bang", many beautiful ribbons floated in the sky to celebrate.

* Cheers from the "red-named players".

"Oh my god! Awesome!"

"What the hell is this! I really want to kill the official with one blow!"

"6, man next door, you are too excited."