My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

In a pitch-black area.

Galan suddenly opened his eyes and looked around, only to see endless darkness without a single light.

“Where is this…?”

This feeling of being unable to see one's hand in front of one's face made him feel a little uncomfortable. He didn't like this feeling of darkness. In fact... growing up, the thing he feared most was darkness.

Just when the guy was at a loss, he suddenly felt someone put his hand on his back and slowly began to push him forward.

"Wait! It's too dark... I can't see!" Galan looked panicked. He resisted the feeling of being pushed forward. Because he couldn't see, he didn't know where he would step, and he might even step on air and fall.

But no matter how the guy resisted, it was of no avail. It was not until a bright light suddenly appeared in front of him that Galan's restless heart calmed down a little.

The so-called bright spot looked like a red pixelated heart floating in the air. When he curiously reached out to touch the heart, a prompt panel suddenly popped up in front of his eyes.

* Rebound *

Then the scene suddenly changed, and a blinding bright light came on. He was transported to a place that looked like... someone's entertainment area.

The walls here were completely different from before. It was a white space with a table and a U-shaped sofa in the middle. There seemed to be another person sitting on the sofa.

Galan stared at the guy's back, the familiar golden hair, the familiar silver horns, and the pair of... evil earrings.

If nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected will happen.

"Hey? What are you standing there for? Look at your lack of ability. You don't even dare to walk in the corridor. What's the use of you?"? ? ? With his hands on the sofa, he leaned back against the sofa, looked up at Galan who was standing behind him, and then asked in a vague hint: "Are you used to my name?"

"Uh...Famira? You...know who...I am?" Galan looked away guiltily. After all, he had been using someone else's "body" and the one in front of him was the real owner.

"Come here, I won't go over to invite you..." Famila raised her eyebrows slightly and sat up straight again, waiting for some idiot to sit next to her.

Galan scratched his head, walked forward embarrassedly and sat in a seat far away from the man.

Although... he still secretly observed Famira's face. No matter what, those unreasonable clothes suddenly became very "river" on him.

"Parasite, what are you looking at?" Famira curled the corners of her lips, staring at him with a half-smile, her eyes filled with undisguised scrutiny.

Galan smiled awkwardly. Suddenly, he seemed to realize something and asked him in panic, "Am I... am I dead? Where is this place?"

"Death?" Famira raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes were deep and unfathomable, his blue-pink eyes and the special black whites of his eyes gave him a gloomy look.

“Isn’t it…?”

"If you want to die, that's not a problem. I can just get rid of you, the parasite." Famira stared at him with undisguised eyes and a very unfriendly tone. It seemed that she had no good feelings towards the guy who occupied her "body".

Surprisingly, the person in front of him didn't look scared at all, and even seemed a little lost.

Although Galan was somewhat reluctant...it was true that he had taken over someone else's body, so it was not an exaggeration to call him a parasite.

However, Famira's attitude towards him made him feel a little weird. Not only did he occupy her body for a long time, but he was even talking to her face to face? This was too unbelievable!

If Famira's temper really prevailed... he would have been cut into countless pieces by now.

A few difficult-to-distinguish emotions flashed across Famira's eyes, but he quickly concealed them. Then he snapped his fingers again, and in an instant a thick purple mist began to appear on the table.

"Watch out, idiot. This is how you should use a crystal ball. What was that thing you used before? It's not very technical."

"Wha...what?"

Before Galan could reply, the purple object on the table gradually condensed into a transparent mirror, as if it came from outside this realm... or rather, from now.

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just now.

Azula was slightly startled, and suddenly felt a chill on her back. A strong beam of light suddenly hit her wings from the side. Time seemed to be slowed down. Before she could react, she had already started to fall from the sky to the ground.

Famira sneered, shrugged nonchalantly, and then turned her attention to the three people in front of her.

Stella looked in the direction of the fall with some concern. After confirming that Azula was okay, she planned to use the magic book to summon several iron swords glowing white to attack her.

The man opposite shrugged his shoulders. He seemed to have done something, but also seemed to have done nothing. The sword blade brushed past him, and the smile on his lips was heart-wrenching.

"Watch carefully and learn from this," Famira muttered to himself. The crystal ball floating not far away seemed to have received some kind of summons and suddenly appeared beside him.

He placed his hand above the crystal ball, and saw that the ball gradually changed shape, looking like a long sword until the hilt was revealed.

It was a long sword with a blue-pink crystal blade. Under the moonlight, it exuded a deep chill. A golden crystal was inlaid on the hilt, and a golden ring was wrapped around the hilt.

The moment Famira grasped the hilt of the sword, he began to approach the three people in front rapidly.

Ceres decisively took the blow, but he didn't expect that the opponent had no intention of fighting with him. He pushed the opponent away with a strong blow and then jumped up to avoid the iron sword thrown by Stella.

The moment he landed, he stretched out his hand and released a transparent barrier to withstand Wardes' lightning attack, looking like he was able to do it with ease.

But after all, he was facing attacks from three people, so he would still suffer some damage, but that guy didn't seem to care about it.

Ceres clearly felt that the sword skills of the guy in front of him were completely different from before. He didn't seem to care whether he would get hurt or not, and most of the time he attacked by exchanging injuries for injuries.

Even during the battle, Famira's focus was not on how to defeat these three guys, but on buying time to leave this hellhole.

After all…if this goes on for too long, the one who will get into trouble won’t be him, but the “other” guy.

* Galan's soul is swaying in the wind *

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