My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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just now.

Adrian couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. It seemed that his fortune teller had really grown up without him noticing?

However, once he realized what he was thinking, he suddenly laughed. It was really surprising... Why would he think of him as a child? Maybe he was actually much more mature than they thought.

At this moment, a crisp and loud applause suddenly came from behind the two of them, instantly alerting the two people present. Turning back, they caught a glimpse of the young man with a conspicuous black and blue gradient mullet hair, who walked out of the shadow under the tree calmly and calmly.

"It's really touching...but you guys talked a little too long."

"My neighbor almost fell asleep after listening to it?"

Jared crossed his hands in front of his chest, narrowed his golden eyes slightly, and a cold aura emanated from him almost instantly, and his tone seemed to be teasing them.

"Really... why haven't you run away yet? Are you playing house outside the player city?"

"Why do you want me to make this trip? I'm almost off work."

"Damn it, if Herman doesn't give me more overtime money, I'm going to use his brain as a hot pot tonight..."

* Jared was forced to work overtime.

* Jared was extremely dissatisfied.

Adrian stared at the guy who suddenly appeared here with sharp eyes, and was secretly on guard in his heart. He didn't even know when this guy appeared here, it was as if he appeared out of thin air.

"Oh? It seems like you're watching the show quite comfortably." Galan couldn't help but raise one of his eyebrows, and his tone gradually revealed a hint of disdain.

But this guy who suddenly appeared still made him feel a little confused. Wasn't he going to let them go in the previous scene? Why did he suddenly send someone over again?

Jared's appearance was entirely because Herman, who was far away in the city, noticed through special surveillance cameras that the two were still wandering outside the city and were reluctant to return to "his" base, which made Herman a little impatient.

As for Jared, it was just because he happened to run into Herman who was about to bring people to "urge" them to act as soon as possible at that time when he was getting off work. The most he could do was to scare them and ask them to leave quickly.

Anyway, I was caught by the Boss.

* Boss just asked you to work overtime *

* Or when it’s almost time to get off work *

Jared scratched his head pretending to be embarrassed. He sighed unconsciously at the same moment the other person sighed.

While Galan was in a daze, he seemed to have sensed something, and his body unconsciously tilted slightly. In an instant, a white blade of light, accompanied by a breeze-like tail swing, instantly passed in front of him.

"...!"

The blade of light whizzed past, instantly cutting off the trunks of the birch trees on the path. Leaves fell and the trees fell with a "swish". He didn't even notice when Jared started to move, it was all based on his body's instinctive reaction.

In that brief moment of coming to their senses, more and more people gathered around them. However, those guys who suddenly appeared gave them a different feeling.

Those gathered here...players? Oh no...they are not players.

Adrian frowned slightly, and the things in his hands kept changing, and finally stopped at the obsidian heavy sword. The heavy black and purple sword stabbed into the ground with a "bang". Adrian, holding the hilt tightly, was ready to fight at any time.

Galan glanced at the situation on the scene. These players were looking at their players, which gave him a strange feeling. They seemed to be controlled by someone, with lifeless eyes and dull faces.

"You guys who make games... also control the players?"

"Does the higher-ups know that you guys are playing like this?"

He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, as if he was a little curious about their actions? The official manipulated the players... Isn't it too outrageous? They played like this... Aren't they afraid of being torn apart by public opinion?

"Game..." Jared seemed very surprised by what he said. Should we say that they are indeed conscious monsters? Since they can sense the word "game", but in the end...even if they know it, they can't do anything to them.

"We're not manipulating the players, we're just using the vehicles."

"Someone will naturally deal with public opinion issues. That is not within the scope of my field."

Jared spread his hands helplessly, and still gave the man a more appropriate conclusion. If you were to really manipulate the players... three meals a day and accommodation are provided, but there are no mobile phones or Wi-Fi, and you still have to do some labor from time to time... Tsk... forget it.

Galan suddenly showed a look of regret. He kept shaking his head towards Jared, as if he was pitying someone. He opened his mouth slightly and said in a dissuading tone:

"Dude, why don't you just quit this job, it's not profitable."

"Look, you have to work as a dog for the game company all day long, and after get off work, you don't know who you'll work for."

"Every day... one dog has many uses."

"Add your colleagues to the mix...wouldn't that mean both sides are in trouble?"

"Listen to my big brother, let's quit and stop doing this!"

Galan's words came out almost without thinking. I don't know if it was because he remembered his life as a social animal before his death or what, but suddenly...

Not only was Jared confused at the moment, even Adrian standing next to him was bewildered.

What? What is the fortune teller talking about? What is one dog for multiple uses, what is two dogs at the same time…..what is resignation? What is being a dog…? Being a dog for whom? ?

* Adrian's brain CPU spins rapidly *

* The corpse brain seems to be overloaded *

At this moment, Jared looked at the guy in front of him and suddenly felt... a little weird. He really wanted to ask: No... you have a problem... are you the office slave or am I the office slave?

Jared was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say. He opened his mouth slightly, but could only utter one sentence: "You..."

"Don't be so shy. If you resign, I support you wholeheartedly."

Galan looked very calm, not affected at all.

He was not worried at all that he would be suspected of not being an "indigenous person".