I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 250

When we talk about the Romance Academy, we typically mean a floating city in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

Students there are, quite literally, the geniuses and elites from around the world who have been accepted into the most highly regarded educational institution globally.

Therefore, many of the Romance Academy students grew up in wealthy families, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t middle-class or poor students sprinkled in.

However, every student shares one commonality.

In their respective homes, they were all considered geniuses or top-ranking individuals.

This is why some students feel overwhelmed by the academy’s unexpectedly high standards and might even decide to drop out.

Among the Romance Academy, those who stand at the pinnacle.

They are not just academically gifted; they are uniquely gifted in their occupations, with backgrounds that seem like a perfect cheat code.

This is the nature of the Special Class, which simultaneously serves as an object of admiration.

Unlike the other students, the Special Class occupies an entire massive building, making second-year students and even seniors in their third and fourth years look at the Special Class with envy as they walk to class.

What kind of education takes place inside those walls? What refined and complex conversations must occur?

What would it be like to be in a class attended by the very elite of the academy?

Moreover, for the first-year students, the Special Class represents something much more than just admired seniors. During the entrance ceremony, they orchestrated a big event, a battle royale, against the second-year students.

So, it was only natural that whenever several first-year students gathered, the topic of the Special Class would come up.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say all academy students look up to the Special Class.

“Do you believe in God? I, Saint Raphael Martina, regrettably do not believe in God.”

“…………….”

“But I do believe in Hell! That demon nailed to the cross! That evil entity that swallowed our friend Namgoong Min will surely fall into the flames of Hell!”

“Wowwwww!!!”

“The flames of Hell, what a sweet sound.”

“Saint……is he……a god…….”

……A banquet of madness was unfolding.

Desks and chairs were pushed against the walls, and in the center of the classroom, firewood was piled up with a massive wooden cross erected in between.

And hanging from that cross, magically tethered, was the sinner Namgoong Min.

All this was the spectacle conjured by Lucas’s moment of explosive anger burning with true rage.

“Sinner Namgoong Min, I allow you your last defense.”

“Saint, I request a lawyer.”

“Denied. What about the others?”

“Gaaaah!!!”

“Denied.”

“………denied……….”

“According to democratic procedures, Namgoong Min, your request has been denied. Do you have anything else to say?”

The saint stated that and then grasped the torch created by Lucas.

The crackling fire seemed as if it would at any moment be thrown onto that cross, unleashing the flames of Hell.

The saint, the emperor, and the hero held a single torch, while Lucas, shedding tears of blood, conjured dozens of torches with the intent to unleash them all.

“………….”

Yes, all of this must be my karma.

With a grave determination, Namgoong Min hung there, shining his eyes in a piteous manner.

As a fortuneteller, and as a man.

There was a way for him to escape this crisis.

“Among you.”

“…………….”

“Any man who is destined to live his life as a virgin, throw a torch at me.”

Ah.

Upon hearing that, three out of four men lowered their heads in realization of their sins.

“Th-th-th-this is……!!”

Only one remained unable to throw the torch, holding back.

“Foolish virgin, why do you torment yourself?”

“Namgoong Min……!!”

“But I shall forgive you. The duty of a non-virgin is to lead the virgin down the righteous path because virginity is an existence that commits sins.”

“Ugh……!”

“Behold! The virgin collapses! But do not blame him; it is not because he is weak but solely because he is a virgin!”

Thud.

In the end, upon hearing those words, the virgin fell, collapsing from the pressure.

The three would-be escapers looked at him with concern.

“But isn’t it a bit much to set this all up and not light the fire?”

“………Huh?”

“That’s true. It wouldn’t make sense to have Lucas conjured this firewood and torches and not use them.”

“Wait a second. If you throw it at me now, I’ll be a virgin for life!”

“If that’s the case……I should be fine…….”

“Hero, are you really fine with living as a virgin for life?”

“………….”

“Why on earth are you laughing………?”

Oh.

Could it be.

“This crazy, how long has it been since we started flirting?”

“……Is this for real?”

“………Why did the heavens give birth to me and Namgoong Min…………and give birth to Lucas?…….”

“Then why were you mad about it!”

“I just………thought it looked fun……….”

Oh right.

That hero was ‘for real,’ huh?

“……Anyway………I’m throwing it……….”

“Graaaah!! What a grievance!!!”

I, who had not died even to a former god!

I───

dong. dong. dong.

“Oh, it’s time for class.”

“Should we clean up as usual, Lucas?”

“……I really think I fainted. It can’t be helped. Namgoong Min, can you come down by yourself?”

“Not a problem. The truth is, when Lucas fainted, the magic was released.”

“………Hurry and……move…….”

As the bell signifying five minutes until class rang throughout the academy, desks were moved and firewood was cleared away.

The burning was burning, and class was class, after all.

Even though Lucas had fainted, the saint, hero, royalty, and fortuneteller joined forces to quickly return the classroom to its original state. Of course, my speed couldn’t compare to the other three.

If we could just somehow get the fainted Lucas into a chair with his head resting on the desk, we’d be ready.

“Where did the last class leave off?”

“Crown Prince, on page 120.”

“Thank you. It’s actually quite refreshing to come to the academy every now and then.”

“Because of you, the professors from the Daehan Empire have been quite stern.”

“That was the case even when I was the Crown Prince, so let it slide.”

“Legion, we’re friends, right? We’ve known each other since childhood, so please be honest with me.”

“………What is it………Raphael…….”

“Did you really have something going on with Leni?”

“……………….”

“In just a few weeks? Hah, the world is so unfair…… and Lucas still doesn’t have a girlfriend.”

“Cough.”

“Saint, a one innocent virgin just fainted and is bleeding, so you should stop.”

As we gathered haphazardly, opening textbooks and chatting casually, a professor in an expensive suit, who seemed quite nervous, likely from the Daehan Empire, entered trembling.

“Glory to the Daehan Empire! To His Majesty, Emperor Kim Sung-il, the most noble blood and our great ruler───”

“Skip it. Let’s get to the lecture instead.”

“Y-yes!”

It had long since become familiar to see a professor, seemingly old enough to be a father figure, trembling before Kim Sung-il. But he didn’t seem overly concerned, cutting off the lengthy greeting, causing the professor to break into a cold sweat as he pulled out the attendance sheet.

The collapsed Lucas, perhaps thought to be merely sleeping, was passed over without much thought.

“Then, I will call the roll! His Majesty, Emperor Kim Sung-il, Lucas Arthur, Saint Raphael Martina, Abel Legion, Namgoong Min………huh? Where are the female students?”

Ah.

“………….”

“…………….”

“……Did yesterday feel good?….”

Abel, you jerk, stop poking!

In an instant, the three gazes turned to me, and naturally, the professor turned to me as well.

“Namgoong Min student? Do you perhaps know something……?”

The conversation was filled with both informal and formal addresses.

Pointing that out now would just cause confusion, so I let it slide.

“Students who haven’t shown up are Liu Yan, Rain Arthur, and Kim Eun-ha, right?”

“Y-yes.”

“All of them are absent due to illness.”

“I-I suppose you should explain the exact reasons………?”

“Uh…….”

What to say?

Oh well, I don’t care.

“All of them are exhausted.”

“Exhausted…?”

“Well, you see, we did a bit of exercise yesterday……and it got a bit intense. They ended up with muscle soreness and are currently hospitalized due to exhaustion.”

I wasn’t lying. It was all true.

When the five of them pounced on me, I genuinely thought my energy would drop first; I had no idea I could take them all down multiple times over.

Getting knocked out in the middle of it made for some awkward sleeping positions, so they were all suffering from muscle pain and exhaustion.

‘Tonight might be too much, right…?’

Having just gotten into it, I want to do it every day.

This morning, when I visited them, they seemed all freaked out and scheming something.

But if things were to go as planned, I suppose it wouldn’t be bad, right?

Ah, of course, separate from that, after the professor’s lecture ended.

“Get him.”

Thud!

“Namgoong Min is escaping!”

“……Hurry and catch him….”

“Uuhh…uuhh…….Namgoong Min…!!”

“Lucas has revived!”

I managed to escape without being burned at the stake.

It was a relief that Lucas had fainted……

*

“So, you really ran away, huh?”

“What’s with that face? I was kinda desperate.”

“Was there really a danger of being burnt to death…”

“You should have seen Lucas’s face back then. Now, they even called their girlfriends to join the chase! Abel called on the first-years through Leni, the saint just summoned church students, and Kim Sung-il asked Lily to mobilize the student council…”

“Seems like you had quite the escape.”

“You see, I learned a thing or two over the past year.”

“What’s that?”

“Most people tend to overlook you if you just kneel down and beg for mercy.”

“………….”

Why? During my escape from the classroom to this stronghold, I ran into quite a few pursuers, and I managed to make it this far just by begging with my knees.

Especially since they were there for the fun of it, like the first-years or Samuel Lipson.

“Still, wouldn’t they usually come to the main stronghold first if they were after you?”

“Nah, I let them search the stronghold on purpose before I came in. More precisely, I leaped into the stronghold and used my <Little Fortune Teller's Shop> magic to hold out a bit, and then when I came out, they were all gone.”

“What a madman….”

That skill does seem to be made for that purpose, so what’s wrong with it?

Anyway, since I managed to escape, that’s what matters.

“By the way, why did you look for me first? Was it something urgent? I heard you contacted Jisoo.”

“……I found a fortuneteller.”

“……What?”

“The one you mentioned, the cultist…that fortuneteller.”

Clank.

Upon hearing those words, I leaped out of my seat.

“Really…?”

“It was surprisingly easy. He was a criminal that the police had been keeping an eye on. Even with my low rank, I was able to see him.”

“Were they keeping an eye on him? You mean not anymore?”

“That’s the thing… he’s already dead.”

─────.

“What.”

“To be precise, four years ago, a person he scammed was part of an organized crime gang, and they all ganged up on him for revenge… and he ended up getting beaten to death. His remains were found eaten by dogs, and it was said to be a gruesome sight.”

Four years ago.

If it was four years ago.

“But there was one peculiar detail……… The gang members he encountered back then included a student he used to keep around and use, and they were looking to kill him, too. Yet, when they attacked, they claimed it was just the cultist alone.”

“………….”

“Do you need me to ask who that student was?”

Well.

It’s a truly ironic situation.

On the day I couldn’t stand the cultist’s tyranny and ran away, the day I risked my life to escape with Jisoo.

On that day, the cultist died.

“He was beaten to death by a crime gang….”

Let alone that, his corpse was fed to dogs.

It was quite the fitting end.

In the end, the cultist had bitten off more than he could chew, getting devoured by the very crime gang he had offended.

It was a far more pathetic ending than merely being locked up.

‘Even if I became a police officer, in the end, my only limit would have been to put him in jail.’

To personally kill him in a fit of revenge would be out of the question, especially since I had Jisoo by my side.

What would she think if I ended up in jail too?

While those thoughts brought some relief, I couldn’t shake the notion that ‘I should be feeling let down.’

The way his ending unfolded, unbeknownst to me, felt profoundly empty.

From the moment I resolved to remain in this world, the cultist’s matters had drifted from my hands.

‘I survived because I ran away. If I had just surrendered, I would have died too.’

Look, cultist.

In the end, you died an unfortunate, miserable death, while I’m living happily now.

If there is an afterlife, then suffer for eternity watching me live blissfully.

Moving forward, the maximum revenge I could enact would be living my life to the fullest…

“Should I show you a picture of him?”

“No, that’s fine. As long as he’s dead, that’s enough.”

I felt somewhat relieved. Now I could finally laugh at him endlessly.

But since this was quite a shocking story, I thought I could chat a bit longer──

Bang!!

“There he is! Namgoong Min is over there!”

“Catch him….”

“Namgoong Min!!!!”

“Oh, I should probably duck out now.”

“……This sure is a noisy daily life.”

“Still, it’s been rather enjoyable and happy days.”

But wait.

Why do I feel this ominous sense growing stronger…?

“Everyone stand back, that fortuneteller is mine!”

“He’s ours, right? Since he’s my husband too.”

“Namgoong Min? Come down here!”

“Namgoong Min, older brother, your sister can’t forget what happened yesterday!”

“Eh, Eileen!”

“Come down………now!!”

“…………….”

“What are you going to do?”

What do you think?

Because I survived by running away…!

“I’m going to escape.”

Sometimes, there are depressing and sad days, but overall, my life is filled with joy and excitement.

‘Ah.’

May today always be like this, I thought as I jumped out the window.

……At least I wasn’t caught.