My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

After that incident.

Galan came to the top of the End City alone, looked up at the dark sky, gradually leaned on the handrail, supporting half of his face with one hand.

To be honest, since he came into this world, he has indeed lived a much happier life than before.

But the pain of being crushed still hurts even now when I recall it. At that time, I just felt like something was flowing out of my body, red and in pieces, and I lost consciousness before I could see clearly.

In the blink of an eye, I arrived in this world, which is commonly known as time travel, but it seems that I traveled through time with O C's body.

In a way, there is also a feeling of soul-traveling.

Galan gradually placed his hand on his chest. There was silence all around him, but he could still feel his beating heart.

"Where is the original Galan... no... should it be Farmira? Have I completely replaced him?"

(Note: Hara Galan = Farmira. The only difference between the two is that Hara Galan has no memory of being Farmira, and his personality is also different)

While Galan was still confused and distressed, a strange and pleasant voice came from behind him.

"Hey! Who are you? Why are you here?"

Galan turned around upon hearing that, only to meet a pair of dark purple eyes, and immediately became confused.

This girl looks like an Enderman, but she is a little different. She has dark circles under her eyes that look like smoky makeup, a long vertical scar on her left eye, and a small bag hanging around her waist.

"you are?"

"Shivna is the pharmacist here."

"Galan... Are you an Enderman?"

"I guess so, but I won't go crazy all of a sudden"

Galan tilted his head in confusion, as if he had never seen her before.

"I usually stay in the attic and don't like to go out much. You may not have seen me." Shivna seemed to see his confusion and explained.

"I see…."

"You look like you're worried about something?" Shifna tilted her head curiously. She had just seen his shiny golden hair from a distance.

"I..." Galan's eyes suddenly darkened, and he didn't know how to respond to her.

"Hey, I have a bottle of potion that can increase your confidence. Do you want to try it?" Shifna narrowed her eyes and smiled slightly, then took out a bottle of pure white potion and handed it to him.

Galan looked at the bottle of pure white potion and took it. After thinking for a while, he drank it.

The moment he drank it, Shifna stared at him closely, trying to get some changes from him.

Because that thing was not used to increase self-confidence at all. It was a new type of thing he had just made.

"How is it? How is it? Has anything changed?"

Galan pursed his lips and began to taste it carefully. Except for the strange feeling when he first drank it, now it seemed to have a 'sweet' taste.

"It had a weird taste, but now it seems sweet?"

"Sweet? Are you serious?!" Xifuna couldn't believe that this was a potion she had just made with some minor negative effects, and it didn't last long.

But no matter how you look at it, it can't possibly be close to sweet, and this guy doesn't feel anything at all.

Her brain was spinning rapidly, and she suddenly thought of another possibility.

"You are not... born with drug resistance?"

Galan shook his head, indicating that he was not quite sure, but he seemed to really feel that he had regained a sense of confidence.

"Your potion seems to be really effective? I feel like I'm okay again now!"

"I've decided. I'm going to carry the king to the main world! I want to prove to him that I can do it!" As soon as Galan finished saying this, he opened the portal without looking back and jumped in immediately.

Leaving Shivna alone with a lot of questions in her head, what a psychological effect, right?

Shivna held her forehead and sighed silently, but then she thought, it wouldn't be a bad idea to have another little guy who could help her test the medicine?

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At the same time, on the other side.

Notch didn't know how many stories he had told him, and he found that the child seemed to like listening to stories very much.

"And then? And then?" Fate stared at him seriously, urging him to continue.

"Well... Later, my brother and I parted ways because of our different philosophies... Now that I think about it, if I had listened to him, there wouldn't have been so many problems."

"I hope he still remembers me as his brother~" Notch smiled helplessly.

"Maybe your brother knows more than you think." Destiny stroked his chin, as if thinking about something.

"Well, he... loves this world more than me, although... our abilities are different." Notch curled his lips and smiled slightly, agreeing with what he said.

"I don't think there's anyone better than my brother to reset the world."

“It’s going to be difficult though.”

Destiny stared at him thoughtfully, and suddenly he seemed to sense something and stood up from his chair.

Notch was almost startled by his sudden action and looked at him in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"There is... a familiar smell." Destiny paused, his eyes gradually looked somewhere outside the field, and then he focused his eyes on him again and said, "I'm going out."

"Really... Well, I wish you a safe journey." Notch stared at him and chuckled. It seemed that he would have to stay here alone again.

"Would you like to go out with me?"

"? Is it okay?" Notch was slightly stunned.

"Okay, then you can do whatever you want to do."

Destiny suddenly came up to him, and under the guy's puzzled eyes, stretched out his hand and waved it above his head, as if grabbing something.

As fate gently pulled his hand, Notch seemed to feel something breaking, and suddenly he felt a sense of relief.

"This... is your reward for telling me a story." Fate pulled off a thread that was connected to Notch and that only he could see.

But in fact, there is not only one line. As the creator god, Notch has many lines.

The moment that line was broken, on the other side of the barrier of this world...

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