My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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Herman stared at Adrian below with a grim expression. He felt that this monster was becoming more and more annoying. Why not just kill it?... Anyway... this was not the monster Mr. Chris wanted from him.

Galan sensed the danger and immediately turned his head towards Adrian, shouting, "Adrian! Run!"

Adrian seemed to gradually realize something, and at the moment he reacted, the ground under his feet suddenly changed. After he dodged it in an instant, tall and sharp ice spikes suddenly extended from the ground.

Before he could recover, a sudden block of white quartz hit Adrian violently. Adrian, who was hit, did not dare to relax. He bounced up with the help of the strength of his arms, and stepped on another building block in mid-air. The blocks that originally attacked him were now like his springboard.

At this time, the ground was completely covered with cold and sharp ice spikes.

However, Herman would not allow anyone to outshine him, let alone a low-level zombie monster. A dangerous sense of oppression suddenly stimulated Adrian's instinctive nerves, and gradually a sharp tingling sensation suddenly came from his abdomen.

A mouthful of thick red blood spurted out of Adrian's mouth. His eyes trembled slightly as he looked down, only to see that his abdomen was instantly pierced by a hand.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to have fallen into deathly silence.

"Adrian!!!"

A heart-wrenching roar suddenly resounded throughout the sky. The hoarse and familiar voice reached Adrian's ears, gradually bringing back his frozen consciousness.

Adrian's eyes slowly fell on the man below. His lips slightly parted, and he could not help but call out in a low and weak voice: "Fortune Teller... Sir"

The next moment, Adrian's sight slowly fell from mid-air, and he suddenly felt that his body seemed a little too light... and... why was the expression on the fortune teller's face... a little broken?

In Adrian's sight, he saw that the expression on Galan's face suddenly couldn't be held back, and tears kept falling from the corners of his blue-pink eyes. Galan raised his hands and rushed towards the direction where Adrian was falling, intending to catch him.

Oh... I finally know why it is so light... From this perspective of falling... it seems... like my head has fallen off.

At the last moment when Adrian's sight disappeared, he vaguely saw a shadow appear behind Galan. Adrian wanted to remind his fortune teller to be careful behind him...

But...it seemed as if even his organs of pronunciation had been cut off.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you in the end."

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"That's enough, that's enough... His tiny body can only handle that... Tsk."

Next, let’s return the scene to the beginning.

* It's time to come back to your senses, little Galan.

"Master Fortune Teller?"

Adrian's voice suddenly reached Galan's ears, who had been in silence.

Galan's consciousness finally returned to his body. He felt a tingling sensation in his brain, and his slightly trembling hands were covered in cold sweat.

"Ade...Rian?" His voice seemed a little hoarse, his blue-pink eyes fixed on the man in front of him, with a trace of cold sweat on his forehead.

"Hmm...? What's wrong?" Adrian looked at him in surprise. He was keenly aware that something was wrong with Galan, but he didn't know what had happened.

Just at this moment, Herman, who was watching quietly at the side, suddenly said: "What do you think?" He still had that amiable smile on his face.

Galan slowly raised his eyes and stared at the guy in front of him. Only then did he realize that what had just happened should be... one of the outcomes after fighting with this guy.

He took a breath and raised his hand to curl the hair by his ear. He seemed to have made up his mind. He smiled and said, "I don't want to drink coffee. Do you have cake milk tea or something like that?"

".......?" Herman didn't seem to expect him to ask this, but he didn't mind it. He just waved his hand and a cup of cake milk tea gradually appeared in front of him.

Adrian didn't seem to expect Galan to say that. He looked at him in confusion.

Galan was just saying it casually, he really didn't expect that the guy in front of him could actually do it.

Because...the cake milk tea he was talking about exists in the real world.

"So... does your monster friend need anything?" Herman suddenly felt that the little guy in front of him was quite easy to communicate with?

"He...he is not needed anymore. I can stay, but...can I send him out?" Galan reached out to take the cup of cake milk tea. He raised his eyes to observe the man's expression and asked tentatively.

"Mr. Fortune Teller, what are you talking about? How could I leave you here alone?!" Adrian stared at his face in disbelief, not daring to believe that this guy would say such a thing.

"It's okay, it's okay. They still need me... They won't attack me for the time being." Galan patted his shoulder soothingly and gave him a faint smile.

"Oh? Interesting, are you negotiating with me?" Herman tilted his head with a smile. He could actually completely reject this guy's proposal and kill the little monster next to him.

But for some reason, he actually developed a little interest in this little guy who had previously rejected him aggressively.

"This is not a condition, just a request." Galan paused, then he suddenly chuckled and said, "It's useless for you to keep him anyway, isn't it?"

"Well, what you said is indeed true... I don't like things that are too troublesome, but if you let them out... who knows if you and the monsters on the bounty are in the same group?"

"What if I let him go and a bunch of monsters come to trouble me again?"

Herman narrowed his eyes slightly, he was not stupid. Letting this monster out would do more harm than good, he would not do such a stupid thing.

"How about this, both of you stay here and cooperate with the experiment... This way you can save your lives."

"Or... I can dismantle this little monster into pieces... and then release it."

"How do you...feel?"

* Herman rubbed his chin.

* Herman is curious about your answer.

* Herman is expecting you to choose the last one.