My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

Ever since Herobrine called him in for a talk that day, I don’t know what’s wrong with him.

On the training ground.

A small figure, carrying a small table and two small chairs, seemed to be in a good mood and humming a little tune.

Then he took out a small flag from somewhere and stood there, with the words "divination and fortune-telling" written on it.

"What is that kid doing again..." The Undead frowned slightly. He really didn't understand. Not only did this guy not train well, but now he started to make trouble again.

It’s fine that Galan doesn’t train, but why are the other guys joining in?

When Galan just sat there doing it, some monsters who were interested in him were already staring at him.

All the monsters here have heard of Galan to some extent. It is said that he was favored by the king because of his ability of "divination and foresight".

But is this ability really not...dangerous?

Galan had noticed when he came back yesterday that there was a familiar figure among these monsters. Although he had not actually seen him, he could remember his image a little bit.

"Hey! The guy in the blue shirt! Come here for a moment."

A different team that was also observing him not far away seemed to have reacted and stood in two rows, making way for their captain, the drowned corpse in a blue shirt.

"You... are calling me?" The drowned corpse seemed a little unsure, but still slowly approached him resolutely.

His skin color is generally blue, and he wears a blue shirt. He has a pair of piercing eyes, and seems to be born with a unique aura that belongs to the strong. There are also a series of blue and green parts on his body, which have a bioluminescent effect.

"What's your name?" Galan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"Name? ... No name," the drowned corpse told the truth. After all, when it was first created, it was trapped in a laboratory for researching new species, and it was not given a name after being rescued.

After hearing this, Galan half-supported his head and stared at the guy with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Please take a seat. Before that... I want to ask you something."

“Okay…” The little drowned corpse seemed a little restrained and didn’t look like he was used to it.

"Do you believe in 'fate'?"

"Destiny? Why do you ask...?"

"Hahaha~ It's nothing. Come... put your hand on this crystal ball."

Hearing this, the Drowned Corpse then set his gaze on the special crystal ball that had been placed on the table and slowly placed his hand on it.

"Now, close your eyes...listen to my voice, follow it and find the answer you want in your heart..."

Galan's voice, as clear as pure water, gradually echoed in his ears. The surroundings suddenly became silent, as if he had come to another space.

In an instant, the crystal ball released a purple-black mist that instantly enveloped the two of them. They could hear nothing and see nothing.

“No way…” The undead felt that the drowned corpse was more and more unusual. After all… the guys he found were not ordinary people.

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"You are in the void. Tell me, what do you see?"

A sea suddenly appeared in the drowned corpse's mind, with himself above the waves and a scorching sun hanging high in the sky.

"The endless sea... and the sun?"

"What do you think your heart desires?"

“…….” The drowned corpse hesitated.

"Don't worry, no one can hear what we say here"

The drowned corpse tightened his grip on the crystal ball a little, as if he was considering something, but he finally answered the other party's question.

"I want... freedom. I've been trapped in that small place for so long... but that's not what I want."

"Even though I want to repay the king's...favor"

"I am very grateful to the king for saving us from that dark place..."

At this moment, the scene in the crystal ball seemed to change in an instant.

The picture inside shows a blue glowing devil-like guy standing on the opposite side of the undead army - "Alone"

The background is dark and gloomy. On the cliff, behind is the endless sea.

“Okay, I think I know.”

Then the purple-black mist that enveloped them gradually dissipated and returned to the retracted crystal ball.

“You can open your eyes now.”

When the drowned corpse opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Galan's smile.

"?" The drowned corpse tilted his head in confusion.

"Hmm?" Galan also tilted his head.

Why did the undead who were watching find this scene a little cute?

"Oh, you are a very simple child~" Jia suddenly realized and remembered what he should say.

"Blue Devil, from now on I will call you Xiao Lan. It happens to be the same pronunciation as me, but with different characters, which is not bad either~" Galan clasped his hands together on the right side of his cheek, trying to get away with it in a cute way.

"?"

"?"

"What's wrong? Doesn't it sound good?"

"……No"

"That's great, I'll tell HIM that you have a name! When you're free in the future, you should go out with me.. Bah bah... You should go out with me to carry out missions!"

"No, I have people of my own race..." The Blue Devil rejected him immediately.

"Then let's go out together when you have time? Play?" Galan didn't know what he was thinking about.

“… Let’s talk about it later.” The Blue Devil slowly stood up and prepared to return to the team, looking very ruthless.

"You are being disliked, definitely disliked..." The undead came close to him and finished him off openly.

"Ah! Shut up!" Galan kicked him in anger, but the undead dodged it.

"How about you help me calculate it?"

"You, what are you calculating for? Improve your reaction ability!" After saying this, Galan moved to his small table and prepared to go back.

"Why... do you always ask me to practice my reaction ability? Is my reaction ability very poor?" Although Dead Spirit Heart was confused and slightly dissatisfied, he still took the initiative to help him pick up the remaining two chairs.

"If you had a good reaction ability you wouldn't... Forget it, life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are determined by God, you will die sooner or later, just wish you good luck." Galan didn't intend to say more, anyway, he would not let his little undead die.

The undead just felt that this guy was a little weird, although it was not the first time.

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"Boss? That guy didn't give you any trouble, did he?" A drowned corpse in a brown shirt came up to the Blue Devil.

"No...I'm not your boss, and..."

"Call me Blue Devil from now on."

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