My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

Chapter 122 The So-Called Plan

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By the time Galan had finished everything, time had passed until the sun set and the moon rose.

"Come to think of it... you didn't have a plan originally?"

There was a hint of helplessness in the Blue Demon's eyes. He had thought that following this guy would definitely not be easy, but he did not expect that this guy would bring him out of the End City without any plan at all.

"Well... you can't say that~" Galan raised a smile, raised his hand to hold the other's shoulder, and then pretended to comfort him and said: "Don't worry, I will find a way."

"So what are you going to do..."

"As a fortune teller, of course I use the fortune teller's method."

Galan said as he took out the small glass-sized crystal ball from his pocket, restored it to its original size, and floated it in front of the two people.

"It's really too difficult for just the two of us..."

"So I was thinking... can't we just destroy the key items?"

Galan smiled in an ambiguous way. What he meant was probably... to destroy the props that players might need in the future.

"for example?"

The Blue Devil raised his eyebrows. He probably understood what this guy meant, but...what props could the players use?

Could it be... the iron thing from last time? Last time he was too careless, this time... he will not make the same mistake again.

"Actually... do you remember the Ironhide we saw at the player camp last time?"

"Of course, you mean we're going to destroy that thing?"

"That's about it. And this time...it might not be as simple as last time. I need to get something from that piece of iron."

"Things? You want to make one too?"

"Yes, and...if we have to compare, I think...my skills are better than theirs."

Galan raised his head slightly, and his confident tone seemed to say that he could do it even if he was asked to do it.

After all, no matter what...Galan himself is a person who does not belong to this world. What's more, he has played this game before, and even played many series of game MODs.

But... without a synthesis table, whether he can make it is another question.

"You? Are you sure?"

The Blue Demon looked at him with a slightly suspicious look. It wasn't that he doubted someone's ability, but they had rarely seen Galan take action.

After all, the profession of fortune teller is always in the back row, right? And this guy doesn't look like a serious person... But it's still hard to imagine that he can come up with something like that.

"Don't worry~ I'll take a look at... where I might go tomorrow."

Galan reached out and lightly tapped the crystal ball in front of him as he spoke, and this time it did not release the purple-black smoke that would waft out from inside during divination.

However, there was no picture inside the crystal ball.

"What are you..."

"Don't worry, I'm thinking of the key words."

Galan stroked his chin and began to think. After learning that the guy who made the iron machine was destroyed, where would he choose to make a new one?

Then, he suddenly raised his hand and placed it on top of the crystal ball, slowly closing his eyes. At the same time, the image inside the crystal ball suddenly changed, and the half-finished machine that appeared in the player base gradually appeared inside.

The next one, which was closely related to it, also stopped as the picture in the crystal ball kept changing.

When Galan slowly opened his eyes, what came into view was a desert area, with familiar cacti, familiar dead bushes and quicksand all over the ground.

"Hmm... It seems that my target this time is in the desert. Are you okay, Xiaolan?"

"? Why do you ask?"

Galan curled the hair near his ears, as if he remembered that his Xiaolan was completely different from ordinary drowned corpses and would not burn at all.

"If there is no problem, then... let's set off tomorrow."

Galan said this and tapped the crystal ball with his fingertips again. Suddenly, the image showed something similar to a chip.

"This thing is called an electronic component. Our goal this time is to get this thing."

"Of course there are more than this... But this is all I know for now. We can make other plans after we find the Ironhide in the desert."

"What do you think of this plan?"

Galan put away his small crystal ball, then turned to look at the blue demon standing beside him, as if waiting for his answer.

"Well...okay, then I'll do as you say."

The Blue Devil nodded slowly, agreeing to his proposal. No matter what this guy wanted to do, he would tell Null in advance before leaving tomorrow to prevent any accidents like last time from happening again.

The two of them decided on tomorrow's plan in advance.

Meanwhile on the other side.

Notch and his three companions were sitting by the river fishing. They hadn't moved since Destiny suggested setting up camp on the spot last time, and no one knew what was going on.

Destiny held the fishing rod given by Mo tightly in his hand and a weed in his mouth, and he and the other two were petrified here for a long time.

It’s not that he didn’t want to look for that person, but because that guy’s landmark information seemed to be running all over the map.

Ever since Destiny came to this world, he has never used a similar ability except for the time when he met Notch and "split" the space with his own hands to come in front of him.

Every time he determined the guy's position, he would run to the other end. It felt like... someone was stopping him from seeing... Oh yes, his name was Galan.

Destiny frowned slightly, and felt a rare sense of irritation. In a way... no one should be able to stop this. Could it be that there was something wrong with his... choice?

Or...what is "that guy" planning to do again?

in this world.

"By the way, are you still looking for someone?"

Mo suddenly asked. His current situation was probably that he hoped to finish the mission as soon as possible and get away from these two troublesome guys.

He now even began to seriously doubt his fate... He had no idea where that person was.

However, it’s not bad to have some free time to go fishing.

"Looking for it, but not now."

"Someone is trying to stop me from seeing him."

"No.....he shouldn't be able to do such a great thing."

Destiny thought about it carefully, and suddenly realized that the guy was not the kind of person who would stop him just because of this. Such behavior was a bit too much like protecting "him".

He's not that kind.

If that was the case, then there should be… only one other possibility. His coming had caused some changes, so that he was now trapped in the present situation.

And if nothing unexpected happens... that change is the guy who has been following him from the beginning.

Fate's eyes suddenly glanced at Notch who was sitting next to him. This man had a great deal of "cause and effect". He must have done something to cause the current situation.

"Hmm? Why are you looking at me like that, little Destiny? The way you look at me makes me feel like... you're spying on me."

Notch noticed the gaze of the man beside him staring at him. Although he didn't know why the other person was looking at him like that, he always felt that the child should have noticed something.

He lowered his face slightly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. That seemingly harmless smile seemed to hide something more meaningful.

"Nothing, just keep fishing."

Fate doesn't care about the current situation. Anyway, I won't be able to get rid of this guy in a short time.

As an outsider, Mo, with his understanding of Notch, the so-called creator god, did not think... Notch really had nothing.

"That's right. He is the original creator god after all."