My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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Galan came to the place where the weapon assembly table was placed before again, and saw Mu Mu who was still busy there from a distance.

He was totally absorbed in his work, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

Galan stood quietly not far away, watching Mu Mu, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

He watched Mu Mu skillfully take out a series of tools needed for forging, including furnaces and anvils. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Well, it seems that I can leave it completely to Mu." Galan was in a relaxed and happy mood at the moment, because he was full of confidence in Mu Mu's ability.

Of course, the most important point is that this person was recommended by Fabregas.

Come to think of it, has he been planning this for so long? But thinking about it carefully...it turns out that the profession of fortune teller belongs to Farmira.

Although he was not interested in this type of thing, it was because of... the setting that caused "Galan" to learn this skill. When he recovered his memory as Familla, he also inherited the skills that "Galan" had learned.

Besides, they are the same person.

However, what Galan didn't know was that all his actions were taking place under Famira's nose.

In a pitch-black area, there is a pitch-black corridor leading to another pure white space. In the center of that pure white space, there is a table and a U-shaped sofa. Sitting on the sofa are "two" people who look exactly like Galan.

The only difference between the two people, apart from their eyes, is their aura.

"Well~ He really went to the main world." Famira lazily put her hands behind her head, her charming blue-pink eyes fixed on Mu who was busy in the mirror.

Another "him" next to him who looked extremely similar to him was holding up a white teacup placed on the table. The tea seemed to have been freshly brewed and was still steaming hot.

He blew a breath gently with an elegant manner, and then took a sip of hot tea. The corners of his eyes were slightly raised as if he was smiling. Although they had the same face, this "Galan" exuded a friendly and easy-going temperament, which was completely different from Famira who was sitting next to him.

"Even if you don't disrupt the 'trajectory' in advance, Mu will still go to the main world. It's just a matter of time."

"There's no other way. Doesn't he want to change the status quo as soon as possible?" Famira raised his eyebrows slightly, with an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth. He didn't care at all about disrupting the "trajectory of fate".

There was a hint of cunning in his eyes. Then, he put down his hands from behind his head, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and raised his left leg elegantly, crossing it over his right leg.

He tilted his head slightly, leaned back on the sofa and smiled coldly. "Ha... I just wanted to help Galan stir up trouble, that's all~"

"Um... you calling 'him' by my name in front of me... isn't that a bit...inappropriate?" Galan's expression gradually darkened, but he still maintained a faint smile.

"Oh? So what? It's my name anyway." Famira narrowed her eyes and glanced at the person beside her, emphasizing the "I" in the sentence, as if reminding the person next to her of her identity and status. There was a hint of danger in her tone.

Galan sneered with disdain, and said in a slightly sarcastic tone: "You are really a weirdo."

"Thank you for the compliment. Actually, we are all the same. We are all... monsters created by "him."

"…..I am different from you. You are the one who killed Merlin."

Galan seemed calm on the surface, but his hand involuntarily clenched the handle of the teacup, which undoubtedly revealed his nostalgia for the ordinary days in the past.

"I killed him? You still think it was me who killed him? How ridiculous..." Famira frowned. He felt deeply sad for the man in front of him who still couldn't see through everything, but for him... the facts were no longer that important.

Famira paused, and a sinister smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his lips. A strange light flashed in his blue-pink eyes, and the most prominent thing was still the darkest darkness in his eye sockets.

"It doesn't matter. Whether it's Merlin or you... or that follower who has "followed" to this world..."

"I can choose to kill you! But before that... I want to see what 'he' will choose..."

"Please, or beg me." Famira spoke his last words slowly, with a smile on his lips, but his whole body exuded a terrifying, bloodthirsty and sinister aura.

"……..So you had this in mind, that's really evil."

"You have no right to judge me. You are no more worthy than that old woman."

Famira slowly raised her hand and waved it gently. The person beside her gradually turned into a ball of golden light and merged into his body. Only the cup of tea that was still steaming was left on the table.

'Galan' has no memory of being Famira, and of course for Famira... he doesn't need to know.

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at the same time.

Galan came to the training area in the camp. He stood quietly aside, staring intently at the monsters who were undergoing their final training.

These monsters were agile and aggressive, like warriors about to go to the battlefield. In fact, they would soon launch an attack on the player city.

This will be a long and continuous war. The same location in the sandbox city has already been contacted by them. In addition to the ordinary red-named players, there is now an undead army led by the Death Knight.

These red-named players were obviously not fooled by the official plot design. They were already used to this old-fashioned task setting. On the contrary, they relied on their wisdom and experience to quickly see the truth of the matter and took corresponding actions.

This world is free, and the authorities cannot take any measures against these rebellious players.

The authorities cannot close their channel connecting to this world unless... they are willing to lose a little money and put these players on the bounty list.

Not only the Death Knight came to the main world, but also the Blue Demon and other guys with their own reputations in the Undead Legion also came here.

A battle is about to officially begin, however... due to the buggy capabilities of the players.

The supreme God of the Undead will never allow players to completely escape from this war...they will lose more than just their "account".

"They will lose their only life"