My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

after that.

The end city.

A black and purple portal gradually formed in the center of the training ground, and out of it walked little Galan and the undead who had gone out to have some fun (?).

"Ah~ The End City is really a place like home~" Galan said this in front of all the monsters without caring about his image, then he lay straight on the ground and began his miserable life.

This time he didn't even bother pretending. In the past, he might have taken a recliner and lay down to do some homework, but now he just found a comfortable position and performed a "death on the spot".

The Blue Demon, who was originally training monsters on behalf of the Undead, seemed to have heard a familiar noise from someone and looked over there involuntarily. At a glance, he saw Galan lying on the ground and the Undead standing aside, not knowing what to say.

"?"

"You are really something. You lie down on the ground as soon as you come back? Don't you mind the dirt?" The undead glanced at him with a little disgust.

At this time, the little monsters also noticed the situation over there. When they saw that the undead had returned, one or two of them swarmed over and surrounded it.

"?! What's going on?" Galan was lying on the ground, and suddenly he felt the ground shaking. If the undead hadn't pulled him up, he would have been trampled to death by now.

"My Lord! You are finally back. If you don't come back, we will all die!!"

"Woo woo, who would understand? It's simply a demon! Life is like hell!"

"No wonder he's called the Blue Devil, sir...please don't leave! How are we going to survive if you leave?!"

The sharp-eyed Undead recognized at a glance that these people were the rising stars of this session, and when he left, he handed them over to the Blue Demon.

But now no one knew what was happening. They all fell beside the undead, and some even clung to his thighs.

Galan was still a little dazed as the undead placed him on his sturdy shoulders.

"Go away! What are you making so much noise for! Just say it if you have something to say! What do you mean by one or two of you? Do you think you are Galan?" The undead had a gloomy face as he protected someone on his shoulder with one hand and held a giant lava blade in the other hand as if he was going to swing it at their faces in the next second.

It was precisely because of this action that all the monsters retreated dozens of meters, fearing that this "chief instructor" would lose his temper and chop off all their heads.

The blue devil on the other side finally approached the crowd, then folded his hands on his elbows and watched everything silently.

Galan sat on the shoulder of the undead, crossed his legs as usual and thought for a while, and suddenly thought of what the Blue Devil of Fancun said.

[I will make you into a perfect warrior]

"........."

So what did the Blue Demon do? And since they are from two different dimensions, there will be some differences sometimes.

"Wait...Undead, why do I feel like there is some meaning in what you just said?" Galan suddenly realized and focused his gaze on the man. He slowly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a harmless smile, and placed his left hand on his forehead.

The undead coughed lightly, put the guy down from his shoulder with a guilty conscience, and then tried to change the subject and asked, "So what do you want to say?"

Galan ignored them and just walked aside silently. In the end, he was just complaining about someone's harsh training.

So, Jia chose to walk away from the noisy training ground and towards the main hall. I wonder if my king is sitting on his throne as usual at this time.

* There was no one on the throne.

“? He’s not here? I can usually find him here…” Galan looked puzzledly at the somewhat lonely throne located high up.

It's really strange. If not here, where else can I go? How long have I been away? Is it time for the shattering to begin?

But...his king shouldn't be broken, and...he remembered that when he first met Abigail, he said there was no guy named Naeus (the Lord of Dread) in the underworld.

I hadn't thought about it before, but now I feel something is wrong. If she doesn't know the so-called Naeus and has no memory of being a princess of the underworld, then who is the person who is now in the underworld assisting the Pig King?

Since being brought back by Herobrine, it seems that some things have changed from the beginning, such as the current 'brokenness'.

Okay, okay, it’s really ‘broken’, right?

Galan always felt that the End City was a little lonely without the king, and then planned to go to the area where 303 was stationed to harass him a little.

But when people arrived, there was still no one inside except for the area that looked like a landscape painting. However, there seemed to be fire and smoke in the camp not far away.

Galan came closer and found four "salted fish" grilled on charcoal, as well as a small note and a small cake on the table.

Note:

You really never get tired of playing. Stop looking for me. My king and I have something to do recently.

You and the undead should stay in the End City obediently, don't go to the front-line camp, don't pretend to be blind, and don't expect Null and the Angel of Death to protect you.

Did you hear that? The king and I will use countless eyes to watch you.

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Galan looked at the note and fell into deep thought. He felt something was wrong, but he didn't know what it was. So he could only nibble a bite of the freshly grilled salted fish in silence.

I was so bored that I started playing with water in the 303 area.

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The other side at this time.

『Broken』 the Netherworld.

Naeus' current status is that he has gained the trust of the current Pigman King Gluttion. Because he gets along well with Abigail, he has now become that guy's guardian.

But in fact, Naeus was just trying to complete the task assigned to him by Herobrine and the task entrusted to him by Galan.

[The rest has nothing to do with him]

Naeus seemed to know that this dimension was somewhat different from the one he had been in before. Since coming to this netherworld, he felt as if something had merged with him.

There was even a voice in his mind urging him to revive the kingdom of the underworld.

But now... that voice has completely disappeared.

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I am useless...

I'm going home. I left yesterday at noon and am still in the car now... I'll try to update you.

It's getting cold...

[happy]