My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

just now.

Training Course.

The blue demon quickly approached him with a trident in hand. Electricity surrounded the front end of his trident, and when the weapon in his hand intersected with the barrier, sparks flew.

"If you want to become stronger... you have to fight." The Blue Demon's voice was a little gloomy. As soon as he finished speaking, his hand tightened and the trident was injected with more energy.

With a "crack", more cracks appeared on the barrier, and then it collapsed directly.

He stared at Galan opposite him expressionlessly, and the moment they looked at each other, Galan seemed to recall something, and before he knew it, the crystal ball beside him suddenly floated in front of him, and he subconsciously reached out and placed his hand on top of the ball.

The crystal ball gradually changed its shape, revealing a blue-pink crystal sword with a golden crystal inlaid on the hilt and a golden ring wrapped around it.

Galan suddenly had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, it looked so familiar... He seemed to still remember this setting, which was something he came up with on a whim at the time, but in fact, that person usually didn't use this thing.

Ah...it’s “me”’s fault.

His eyes suddenly became very firm, and he tightly grasped the sword with one hand. His previously turbid emotions suddenly became clear at this moment.

He must become stronger for all the people he loves.

It doesn’t matter, anyway… I’m no longer “myself” anymore.

When he used the name "Galan", he had already abandoned everything in the past, but only made some minor changes.

"Strange, why do I feel that guy's aura has changed a little?" The undead has spent more time with Galan, and he has noticed that Galan is a little strange since yesterday.

"Growth is a permanent disability"

Galan's beautiful blue-pink eyes stared at the blue demon, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then gradually faded away.

Then Galan changed his passive state and rushed towards the blue demon. The other party seemed to have been waiting for him to "think it over". Looking at the guy who suddenly rushed over, he smiled for a moment.

The trident and the sword collided at an increasingly rapid speed, the air was filled with sharp friction sounds, and every move of Galan looked extremely skillful.

The Blue Demon admired his aroused fighting spirit, but he did not seem to notice Galan's abnormal condition.

The pink in Galan's eyes gradually condensed into a "ring" in his pupils. In his mind, scenes of battles he had never seen before gradually emerged. One was the more cruel and violent Famira, and the other was the "Galan" he was most familiar with.

The pink "rings" in his eyes gradually glowed. This time Galan's attack was more fierce than the last round. He swung his sword tightly, and a white-blue sword shadow suddenly appeared and slashed towards the blue demon.

「Sky Break」

Seeing this, the Blue Demon swung the trident and released the electric current wrapped around the front end, instantly offsetting the attack.

From this, it can be seen that Galan's control over this skill is not very stable, but he is not annoyed and his expression is calmer.

Now it was Blue Devil's turn to take the lead. As he approached his opponent, he was thinking about how to "let go" since the kid was still a beginner.

"Hiss... Why didn't Lord Blue Demon use skills like lightning, electromagnetic propulsion, and electric ball? Why didn't he use electrification to knock the opponent away just now?" A little monster who was watching the show on the side asked.

"Are you stupid? Look around the entire End City. Who dares to fight the fortune teller? The last monster who dared to do that would have grass three feet high on his grave!"

"Really...really?" The questioning little monster looked at his fellow creature who had just spoken with some disbelief.

"Of course that's fake." The monster said righteously, and then explained to the other party's confused expression: "But if you want to talk to the king face to face, you can try it."

“…. Master, I understand!”

"It's OK as long as you understand."

"But, wouldn't this be bad for Master Fortune Teller? Does Master know it?"

"Do you think anyone would dare to come to the training ground and bring a chair to enjoy the view? Just bring a chair and try it. You'll be done for if the king kills you."

"Master, how did you know that?"

The monster was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Because I have been struck by lightning."

"…Then, the fortune teller should be the weakest, right?"

"Even if you are weak, you are still stronger than us little cannon fodders."

"Why? He obviously doesn't train..." the little monster asked with a confused look on his face.

Because some people are born in heaven.

As monsters, we have been the king's "chess pieces" on the road to victory since our birth.

We were created because the King needs us.

But that adult is different from us.

While Galan was dealing with the Blue Demon, he accidentally heard their conversation. His pupils shrank slightly and he reacted slowly, just in time to be violently knocked away by the Blue Demon.

"!" After Galan was knocked out, there was a "bang" sound and he hit a wall close to him. Due to inertia, he fell heavily to the ground. Except for feeling a little dizzy, he seemed to be fine.

"Being distracted during a battle is a big taboo! What on earth are you thinking about?" The Blue Demon, who usually doesn't have much emotional ups and downs, could actually feel anger from his voice? Because someone was distracted, he chose to give the other person a heavy blow.

"Galan, are you okay?" Upon seeing this, the undead stepped forward to inquire about the situation before helping the man up and scolding him: "I'm telling you, you lost your focus during the battle. You might get killed next time."

“Ahem…it’s okay…” Galan shook his head slowly and responded to the man briefly. The “circles” in his eyes also returned to their original state without anyone noticing.

The Blue Demon sighed slowly, not knowing where to start, so he could only reach out and rub someone's head.

"?" Galan, who was being patted on the head for no apparent reason, raised his little head and looked at him blankly, then asked, "No, who did you learn this from?"

“You…” The undead raised his eyebrows. He really didn’t expect that this guy would have this “hobby”?

“….You don’t seem to be in good condition. How about taking a break today? We’ll continue tomorrow.” The Blue Devil pretended not to hear the previous words and continued talking to himself.

"???" Necromancer X Galan was confused

Okay, okay, this is how you play, right?

* Assimilation value: 10%

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