My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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"Beep--" The piercing car horn kept echoing in my mind, making me gradually dazed. Then there was a burst of rapid brake sounds, and the tires rubbed against the ground, making a sharp sound that seemed to pierce my eardrums.

The next moment, a truck slammed into the lucky person who was carrying a small cake and preparing to go home. The huge impact caused the body of the truck to be twisted and deformed, and glass fragments flew everywhere. At this thrilling moment, a smaller body flew out like a kite with a broken string.

He drew a perfect parabola in the air, as if the hand of fate was wantonly fiddling with his "life trajectory." In the end, the man's body fell heavily to the ground, and the cake in his hand also fell to the ground.

Bright red blood flowed out of his body, blending with the sweet cake. The red blood was like a blooming flower, bright and dazzling but also terrifying. The red liquid spread quickly, gradually forming a shocking pool of blood, soaking the cake scattered on the ground next to it.

The hourglass symbolizing life was elapsing from his body at an alarming speed... The intense pain spread throughout his body as fast as lightning, and every nerve in his body was almost broken by the agony.

However, he couldn't make a sound.

As the pain subsided, he began to feel that his body and soul were experiencing a "forced" separation.

He couldn't open his eyes, nor could he perceive anything in the outside world, and his consciousness gradually became blurred...

In a trance, he seemed to hear... someone whispering in his ear. The person's voice was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere "before".

"It's painful... living in this world."

"You look very bad."

"You look like you're dying, or..."

"You are already dead."

* You are trying to maintain your consciousness.

* You intend to respond to what he says.

"You don't have to respond to me so quickly, but... your current state is really miserable..."

"But it doesn't matter. Anyway... you can't survive in this world anymore."

When you hear what he said, your mind can't help but replay everything you have ever lived in this world, and the scenes are like a kaleidoscope.

Ever since you can remember, your life has been a mess, from the various problems you encountered in life, no matter how big or small... all the scolding and beatings you have received, and all the "hardships" you have endured.

Every day I look forward to a new day, hoping that tomorrow will be better, no matter what I have experienced.

You are brainwashing yourself

Day after day, year after year... I gradually began to feel numb and got used to this kind of life.

You haven't experienced true friendship, you haven't experienced love, you haven't seen the wider world, you haven't witnessed those gorgeous scenery,

You still have a lot of unfinished business.

But death comes to you before all these.

* You are thinking...

* Maybe it's time to end it.

"……….You.want.to.die?"

That voice echoes in your mind again, and this time his tone is filled with an indescribable coldness, just like a venomous snake spitting out its temper and staring at you, which is creepy.

The cold breath instantly swept through your "soul", making you feel a chill and your soul trembling involuntarily.

* You feel your consciousness gradually returning *

You try to shake off this feeling, but the cold breath follows you like a shadow, tightly wrapping around you, making it impossible for you to escape.

How strange... You should have been dead.

"…….."

Perhaps realizing that his attitude was a little too fierce, the familiar voice softened its tone a little, and he was trying to be friendlier to you.

"Although...I came late."

"But it's not too late."

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“Ah Qiu——!”

For the first time in his life, Galan felt a chilly chill, and he couldn't help but sneeze. In a daze, he rubbed his eyes, and in this dark environment, he made a quick decision to lie down on his side, accurately lying on Adrian's legs.

"Um... Mr. Fortune Teller..." Adrian was shocked by his sudden action, but he didn't know what to do with him. Should he just let him lie there like this? It didn't seem impossible.

"Hmm... I had a strange dream." Galan looked serene as he lifted his right leg and placed it on top of his left leg, crossing his legs lazily and swaying slightly.

"What dream?"

"I forgot."

When Adrian heard this, he just smiled helplessly and didn't say anything more.

After all, this was not the first time that the fortune teller had done something that surprised him, and Adrian seemed to have gradually gotten used to his style of doing things.

The time was now 12:00 midnight, and Adrian did not need to rest because he was a monster. The scenery outside was beautiful, the bright moon had risen to its highest point, and the moon's light gradually fell on the entire player city, covering it with a layer of silver robes.

Unfortunately, they were locked in the laboratory... and couldn't go out to enjoy the scenery. You know... the place where the player city was built had the best view point.

Galan glanced at Adrian, the little zombie who always looked at him with a smile. He had been following him for so long...it was time to send him back to the king.

Then, he turned his gaze to the table outside the cage, where his small crystal ball was placed. The crystal clear sphere was still emitting a faint light.

Galan sighed helplessly. He could now open a new portal, but... that would instantly attract Herman's attention, and he might even be intercepted...

He even suspected that Herman had left the crystal ball there on purpose. He clearly knew that he had the ability to teleport but still placed it casually on the table.

Is this a provocation or a temptation?

Speaking of which, ever since he came to this world, there has always been some subtle changes in himself, and Galan actually vaguely noticed this.

Moreover, he seemed to have dreamt of the moment of his death before he traveled through time, but he could only remember some vague fragments now, and could not remember anything about what happened after he fell in a pool of blood.

Galan vaguely remembered that someone had a brief conversation with him in his dream.

Assimilation value: 55%