My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

The Undead and 303 looked at each other, then turned their attention back to the person lying on the ground and acting like a spoiled brat.

"Ouch... I don't want to do it anymore, it hurts so much!" Galan lay on the ground with a peaceful look on his face, acting like a spoiled child on the spot.

"Galan, get up quickly, or you'll be finished when my king comes." The undead scratched his head and tried to pull him up helplessly.

"Really? How come you can't do it after suffering so little?" 303 stared at him, although he also wanted to slack off.

Galan wanted to continue playing tricks for a while, but suddenly he felt a familiar breath and immediately jumped up from the ground.

Herobrine was seen walking slowly towards him from not far away. He seemed to have seen a cheating guy lying on the ground and suddenly jumped up again.

"How's the practice going?" Herobrine didn't expose him on the spot.

"Uh... uh... okay?" Galan asked tentatively.

Herobrine fixed his gaze on the Undead and 303. The two looked at each other, seemingly thinking about how to respond.

"I think it's better than the last time we fought?" The undead scratched his head.

"More resistant than last time?" 303 raised his eyebrows, as if thinking about how to put it more appropriately.

Herobrine held his forehead and shook his head slightly. If he didn't keep an eye on this guy for a while, he would be lazy again.

"I'm not lazy... I've tried my best." Galan curled his lips in dissatisfaction, looking full of resentment.

"Galan, come and practice with me." Herobrine decisively chose to inspect it himself and ignored the rest.

"Ah?!" Galan's small eyes were wide with confusion, and he knew that this time... his life was over.

The Undead and 303 showed sympathetic eyes at the same time, as if to say, "Have a safe journey."

The Galan has already stood up, but his soul is floating in the sky. Well, just now he was beaten up by the dead spirit and 303... Now it's finally Herobrine's turn.

[My life is over]

"Be serious," Herobrine reminded.

Galan sighed with tears in his eyes, patted his cheeks, and tried to cheer himself up. "Okay, come on! Hit me gently... I'm afraid it will hurt."

Even though Herobrine had shown some mercy, Galan still couldn't hold out for more than a few minutes before collapsing to the ground with a peaceful look on his face.

"You're just not good enough now? When my king fought me, he didn't let me win like you do now. I think you really should practice more." Seeing that the fight was over, 303 gradually moved closer, squatted down and stared at him, and poked his face with a branch that appeared out of nowhere in his hand.

"When did you two become so close?" The undead gradually moved closer.

"Sanzai and I have always had a good relationship..." Galan responded calmly while lying on his back, as if he had seen his grandmother in heaven.

"You need to practice more. You can't keep doing this." Herobrine stared at the dead body lying on the ground, feeling a little helpless.

"I also want to practice hard... but I..." Galan hesitated. But he did seem a little arrogant when he said that, which was distressing, but he really wasn't being lazy.

"..."

Galan jumped up from the ground again and scratched his head. If it really didn't work, he would give it a try. It wouldn't really kill him anyway.

The crystal ball that had been forgotten on the ground floated up again, with blue light emanating from it, but... Galan suddenly stopped.

"Huh? What are you doing?" The undead poked his head out from the side, not quite understanding what he was doing.

Galan glanced at him, then took a deep breath, as if he was making some kind of decision.

It's okay. If I can use this crystal ball, I can also drive the power inside it. Just don't wake that guy up...

Only Galan can see a display on the crystal ball.

[Activate]

This thing is originally a kind of magic weapon, a limited type of magic weapon. It has the property of converting the owner's energy into stable output. Yes, it means that Galan's ability is not stable.

But the specific purpose is actually to restrict the guy that exists in Galan's body.

Routine divination and common skills are one form, and combat is another form.

[It was never this body that was weak, it was always himself]

The blue light from the crystal ball became brighter and brighter, and it immediately entered an activated state, transforming from an ordinary crystal ball into a deep blue crystal instrument.

In the middle is a crystal core wrapped in a golden edge that rotates on the side and glows with golden light, with some scattered white stars floating around (to be honest, my description is really very limited, I can only ask you to imagine it yourself or draw it myself someday)

"This thing has this function?" The undead was watching in a daze.

"Oh? You didn't use this when you fought me? Are you really not afraid of death?" 303 stroked his chin, looking incredulous.

Herobrine didn't say anything, but just observed this thing from the side.

Galan waved his finger, and the crystal instrument floated beside him, lightly pointing in the direction of an open space in the training ground.

Suddenly, cold air spread all around, and a small tornado appeared in the open space. There seemed to be some ice cones in it, which grew larger and larger as it rotated.

"Wait a minute, this thing isn't going to roll over here, is it?"

With the sudden words of the Undead, the scroll would not roll over, but being rolled away was another matter.

As expected, some innocent bystanders were swept up on the spot.

"Fuck you, you're such a jinx." Galan quickly withdrew his hand, and the ice storm that had not yet been completely formed dissipated in an instant.

The onlookers were greatly shocked. No wonder our king always told them to stay away when they were practicing. They almost lost their lives.

"Not bad..." Herobrine gave a small comment.

"Apart from this, is there anything else?" 303 felt a little curious.

"Of course! But this is the only one I can think of right now," Galan said confidently. After all, it was also his first time using this thing.

"..."

"..."

"Practice more." Herobrine patted Galan on the back and left without commenting.

There were three of us left, you looked at me, I looked at you, and we didn't know who would speak first.

“Ah…”

"Stop being lazy and keep practicing!"

Galan still felt miserable and started to be beaten again. He never thought that he would be invincible after unlocking the magic weapon... In conclusion, he was still destined to be beaten.

But at least... it's more resistant to beatings?

Time passed day by day, and that hard time soon came to an end. Although I was not as powerful as the undead, but... who knows?

Galan was smiling all day long, even when he was sparring with others.

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