My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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On this dark and windy night, between the cliffs, Galan's blue-pink eyes stared closely at the person in front of him.

"The monster he once named"

"Adrian..." Galan murmured his name. For him, it was very easy to leave if he really wanted to.

Then, a familiar crystal ball suddenly appeared beside Galan and began to emit a dazzling light. The light was so strong that the barrier that had been cracked by the attack was restored to its original state in the blink of an eye, and became more "solid" than before.

Galan didn't seem to want to stay here for too long, and a purple-black portal gradually appeared under his feet.

Seeing the man in front of him about to leave through the portal, Adrian's expression became more fierce. He quickly switched his hands and in a blink of an eye, he took out two obsidian double blades with enchanted effects from the inventory.

He flashed and leaped up like an arrow, and at the same time gathered all his strength at the top of the two blades, transforming it into a red arc of light, and attacked Galan fiercely.

At the moment when the double blades touched the barrier, a crisp "click" sound was heard, and a crack instantly appeared on the top of the barrier. This crack came so suddenly that Galan didn't even have time to react. The crack spread rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the entire barrier was like a broken mirror, completely shattered.

Galan's pupils trembled slightly. He really didn't seem to expect Adrian to be able to break the barrier. He looked at the man so close to him, but he didn't have time to speak.

Suddenly, a powerful energy emerged from Galan's side, and a giant dragon bone cannon with red soul fire burning in its eye, without "anyone's" command, automatically aimed and fired an extremely dangerous beam of light in the direction of Adrian.

That fierce white beam of light was released without any prerequisites. Adrian almost didn't react. Relying on his agility and instinct, he quickly pounced to one side. Any obstacle in the path of the white light was melted directly at that moment. The trees and even rocks that were penetrated were flowing with red hot liquid in the middle.

If it weren't for Adrian's intensive training in the Undead Legion, he would have probably been hit head-on by this attack.

Seeing this, Galan was stunned for a moment. He stared at Adrian on the ground, and the pink in his eyes gradually spread, like a blooming flower, blooming silently. The corners of his mouth involuntarily pulled out a smile as if to show off his strength, but that smile seemed particularly fragile and powerless.

"Adrian, go back..." He whispered softly, and there seemed to be a hint of sadness in his words.

Adley stood up again, his dark green eyes staring at the man in front of him with a defiant smile. He didn't know what had happened between Galan and the king, nor did he understand why he was unwilling to go back.

However, he could clearly feel the pain and helplessness deep in Galan's heart.

Galan's face clearly said: "Don't leave me..."

So, Adrian continued to move closer to Galan step by step. Since Galan didn't choose to follow him back, he could only take Galan back by force.

Galan said no more upon seeing this. He just raised his hand slightly, and the crystal ball beside him began to slowly fall into his palm.

When the crystal ball touched his palm, its shape began to change like liquid. Soon, a blue-pink crystal sword appeared in his hand.

Under the cold moonlight, the sword exuded bursts of biting chill. There was a golden crystal inlaid on the hilt and a circle of golden rings wrapped around the hilt.

Galan held the long sword tightly and walked slowly towards Adrian. At the same time, a cold and eerie aura gradually spread from behind him. He put away the smile on his face that had long been gone, and stared at the man opposite with cold eyes.

After a fierce sword fight... Adrian still couldn't bear to be cruel to his fortune teller. Adrian's body was covered with scars from being cut by the crystal sword. Blood kept pouring out of the wounds, staining his clothes red. Although he was a monster, he was bleeding red blood.

Adrian let the man drag him to the edge of the cliff, as if he had lost all his strength. When his "favorite" fortune teller grabbed his neck and lifted him into the air, there was a bottomless cliff below him. There was nothing on the edge of the cliff, nothing could provide him with even a little buffer.

However, even so... Adrian's eyes, which were flashing with a strange green light, were still staring firmly at Galan's face, staring at those... cold and familiar eyes.

The pink in Galan's eyes has already dyed most of his pupils, and the light blue has been squeezed to the bottom of his eyes, which is the last piece of pure sea.

"Do you... have anything else... to say?" Galan stared at Adrian, who was about to be thrown into the abyss by him, with his cold eyes, and he spoke word by word.

Adrian's pupils still reflected the cold face, and he did not look away for a long time. Then, he slowly raised his scarred arm and gently stroked the man's face. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he smiled and responded: "Master Fortune Teller... Please don't get lost..."

Galan didn't understand why this guy was so persistent. It was obvious that he only needed to turn back... If he just turned back, he wouldn't have to endure this torture... and he wouldn't have to be in this state now.

Then, Adrian felt his body sink, and he gradually fell from the cliff, with the wind whistling past his ears. He looked at Galan standing on the cliff, with a trace of attachment and helplessness in his eyes. This might be the last time he would look at the shadow of the fortune teller.

Memories of the past gradually emerged in Adrian's mind, like a silent movie, constantly playing in front of his eyes.

In fact, a long time ago, Adrian was not a zombie, but an ordinary human being. He had his own family and friends, and lived an ordinary and happy life.

However, one day he went out with his friends and failed to return home as night fell.

* Unfortunately, he was bitten by a zombie.

* He became the lucky one among millions.

* He is infected.

From then on, his life changed completely. He could no longer return to the town where he used to live, as there was no place for him there.

People were filled with fear and disgust towards him, and he began to be abandoned, forgotten, and hurt.

His former friends left him and his family regarded him as an alien.

He wandered alone in this world, not knowing where to go.

In the end, he chose to join the Undead Legion.

* Adrian has no regrets.

* Assimilation value 50%