Bizarre beater

"Are you still bored by the same life? Are you still troubled by your mediocre aptitude? Do you want to be the strongest? Changing your life is now, just enter your name, and you can start a new life !"

The young man who was staying up late to catch up with the deadline looked at the red dialog box that popped up suddenly, and his hands were still trying to draw on the digital board, his eyes and brain were gradually attracted by the words on it.

Because the plot was too familiar, he didn't make a hasty choice like some of his predecessors, but took another look at the dialog box carefully.

In a large paragraph of text that blinded people's eyes and made the art worker furious, he saw three small words below the strongest one - "beating workers".

This is outrageous.

They are all the strongest, so why are they still working as workers? !

But they are all workers, why not become the strongest?

Tormented by the death line, the young social animal moved his mouse slowly, clicked on the input box, and entered his screen name.

Don't ask why it's not your real name.

The question is that the two-dimensional is the living soul, and only the corpse remains in the three-dimensional.

This ID is already taken.

With a twitch of his brain, he added the word "Party B" in front of his name.

The question is that Party B's pain has been firmly engraved into his DNA.

Everything around him, including himself, has been digitalized, and then restored to its original appearance. The young man who feels that he is no longer himself looks up at the screen that appears in mid-air.

A line of exaggerated text that still made the artist furious appeared on it—"Mr. Yunhe, Party B, you have been loaded into the 'Qi Qi Da Gong' system, please extract your initial identity."

He picked up his board and slammed it on the table, and said angrily, "First, adjust your font to a normal one."

Wow, a board that doesn't break is good to the touch, next time you can smash it a few times when you are rushing to draft... No, wait, it seems that he doesn't have to rush to draft.

There is such a good thing in the world!

Party B's mood suddenly brightened, Yunhe looked at the system screen that had been honestly changed into black square characters, reached out and clicked on the unpretentious card icon.

Then there was another burst of blinding golden light, and the sound of crackling fireworks special effects, he finally saw the job he had drawn.

"The stars will tell you poems, and the sun and the moon will fall into a dream. Congratulations, you have obtained a legendary professional fortune-teller (durability 99/99), and now load it into the main world for you."

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Fyodor got rid of his pursuers and planned to take a detour through Chinatown.

When he passed a shop with a strange painting style, his normal steps stopped, he took two steps back, and looked up at the signboard.

The signboard was composed of colorful light boards with different sizes and fonts. He blinked his eyes uncomfortably and recognized the words on it - "An extraordinary divination house".

Indeed, there was an unusual aura exuding from the outside.

At least three hours ago, this wasn't a divination house, but he couldn't recall what it was.

The plan had carried itself out, and he still had time to explore other things.

He politely knocked on the rather old-looking door of this unusual divination house, judging from the slightly dull sound that it had existed for at least 20 years.

And the young man who opened the door may not look 20 years old yet.

The boy's snow-white hair was tied on the right side of the neck with a blue velvet ribbon (it looked like it was torn from something), between the side-parted bangs, a red crown in the middle of the forehead could be vaguely seen Diamond imprint.

The eyes are the color of golden amber. While giving people a sense of sweetness, it also makes people feel that he has a maturity beyond his appearance.

It is in the anxious and busy period of starting a new job, so Party B Yunhe, with gloomy eyes, said to the guests who came to the door with some resistance: "Although my boss announced that I am open for business, I don't suggest you come now."

Because he hasn't read the business manual yet.

The young man with dark circles, a pale face, and a worker-like look said in embarrassment, "But I have something very important to divination."

Party B Yunhe persuaded this seemingly hopeless young man earnestly: "Believe in science, and if you have any problems, you should make good use of search instead of looking for fortune-telling."

The young man's expression was weird for a moment, and he continued to say in embarrassment: "This is a problem that search can't solve."

"Then..." Yunhe sighed, and stepped aside to get out of the way, "Please come in."

Fyodor stepped into the divination room with both feet, and the door slammed shut, and his eyes fell into complete darkness.And the gentleman who invited him in didn't speak for a while.

The atmosphere seemed to become eerie.

Instead, the new store owner was anxiously poring over a hundred-page business manual, trying to figure out how to turn on the lights.

It's outrageous, this manual is obviously virtual, but it doesn't provide a search function.

After a long time, so long that Fyodor had already thought about how to cover up the missing person here, Party B Yunhe finally found a way to turn on the light.

After a clear snap of fingers, butterflies made of starlight swirled around in the dark room, lighting up the crystal ball.

Just the right brightness to light up a table.

The crimson bookshelf is still hidden in the darkness, only the outline can be seen, the only clearly visible rectangular table is covered with a blue velvet tablecloth, and there is only a blue crystal ball on it.

There are chairs on both sides, Party B Yunhe naturally sits in his own seat, and motions the guests to sit opposite him.

Fyodor sat down on the chair without hesitation, his eyes stopped on the braids on the fortune teller's shoulders, his snow-white hair had a texture softer than velvet, full of layers, like the light feathers of a white crane.

But...how does that hair-tying "headband" look so much like leggings without a tablecloth?

Party B, Yunhe, didn't realize that the other party found out what he was doing (he also deliberately removed the cloth strip in the corner). He said to the customer: "According to the rules, you must give money before divination."

"Okay. What's the price?"

"Put your finger on the crystal ball and it will tell us the price."

The guest obediently reached out to order a crystal ball.

His white nails and slender fingers were translucent and purple under the light, making people worry about his health.

The price displayed in the crystal ball makes people very worried about his property status.

"One, ten, one hundred... seven billion, US dollars."

Party B, Yunhe, after counting the numbers and units above, realized how bizarre the "bizarre beating of workers" was during the first hour of work.

He held the hand of this customer who looked easy to bully, and said in a deep voice, "I advise you to run away, my boss is a lunatic, he dares to offer this price."

The guest stared at the hand being held in a daze for a while, then shook his head and said, "No, please do a fortune-telling for me."

Originally, I was just looking for an excuse to come in, but now I really want to do the math.

Fyodor, who was thinking about the transfer of funds, keenly noticed that Mr. Fortune Teller's enthusiastic eyes had dimmed, so he let go of his hand and sat back on his seat with a blank expression on his face.

Party B Yunhe: "Then pay first."

I thought you were also a worker, but I didn't expect you to be a vicious capitalist.

It costs 70 billion for your life, does the person who works for you know?

After paying the money, the fortune teller took out a small stick with gold and silver patterns from the drawer, and tapped the crystal ball lightly.

Amidst a burst of gaudy and blinding special effects, the two people with normal aesthetics looked at each other speechlessly.

Party B, Yunhe, thought about not letting the other party think that this was his aesthetic, and said in an excuse: "My boss said that this is a special effect worth [-] million, so you can appreciate it."

Fyodor: "..."

If possible, he would like to skip this special effect.

The duration of the special effects was short and long, and after it was over, the two fell silent again facing the crystal ball glowing with white light.

"The key message is white and bald?"

After getting the answer, Party B Yunhe, who felt that it was very outrageous, said in a difficult voice.

The customer who was charged 70 billion was not disappointed, but showed a look of surprise: "Thank you, this is exactly what I need."

Yunhe thought that it was too easy to deceive this big guy, and his conscience ached, so he immediately decided to provide the other party with extra services.

The young fortune-teller took out a brand-new deck of tarot cards from the drawer and asked the guests to draw one at random.

Fyodor draws a card and puts it on top of the card.

Then watching it go silent, I began to wonder if the divination just now was really useful.

Party B Yunhe looked down and made a sound of "Oh Huo".