The Carefree Divine Fortune-Teller

“I'm a fortune-teller? System, you expect me to go toe-to-toe with the King of Hell?” A slow-burn urban story with multiple female leads. Please show your support, thank you.

Main text: The customer was waiting for me to continue. When I stopped talking, he stared at me in shock and said, “That's it? Just one word, ‘yes’? You must get beaten up a lot for telling fortunes like that, huh? Forget whether you're accurate or not, at the very least I paid you, so I'm your customer. Don't you know the customer is always right?”

“Oh, shouldn't you roll your eyes upward, mutter something under your breath, pretend to work things out on your fingers, then suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood... and only then weakly say ‘yes’? That way, I wouldn't feel like I'd wasted my money. With you, you say one word and you're done, and I go home with a bellyful of anger. Don't you think that's a bit much? Come on, you have to put on a show and spit up some blood... Otherwise, give me my money back...”