I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 116

“Get a move on, you beggar!”

“I’m so, so sorry! This area is hard to navigate…”

“That’s not my problem, want to taste my ‘Fist’ a bit more?”

“N-no! I’ll find it right away!”

The beggar, intimidated by Liu’s threat, hurriedly led the way.

From the outside, it looked odd for such a small and young girl to scare a grown man like that.

But with just a flick of her hand, the surroundings had already flown apart, so it was to be expected.

“………..”

“……Goodness.”

Even the guards assigned to protect Liu looked at her as if she were a monster.

…Despite having walked quite a distance already, looking back revealed traces of destruction still evident.

A massive crater and smoke. It was a pitiful sight, as if a meteor had fallen.

“……Are they all dead?”

“No. If that was truly the Crown Princess’s fist… they wouldn’t die, even if their bodies were shattered.”

“Is this that ‘Innocent Kill’…?”

Violent Woman, Violent Crown Princess, Fist Princess, and so on.

The rumors about Crown Princess Kim Eun-ha’s punches were so widely known that no one would be unfamiliar with them.

But at the same time, she was known by another name.

Innocent Kill.

A nickname given because no one ever died from the incredible destruction caused by her fists.

Contrary to what ordinary citizens might think, it wasn’t that the princess was just controlling her strength or intentionally letting them off easy.

Even the guards of the royal family knew—this was a kind of curse.

Crown Princess Kim Eun-ha could not kill people with her violence.

At the same time, the fact was sealed by <The Mediator>, prohibiting disclosure.

Knowing this, the guards whispered very quietly.

They understood very well what kind of ‘prohibition’ would befall any beggar or impoverished person overhearing them.

Meanwhile, Liu was walking up front while whipping the beggar along.

“This place is what you mean, huh…?”

“Huh? Yes?”

“You just shut up and guide me. If we don’t arrive in five minutes, I’ll switch you out for someone else.”

“Y-yes! I’ll do my best!!”

The beggar frantically scanned the area, making sure he wouldn’t get replaced by Liu, who was definitely not joking.

During that time, Liu was lost in another thought.

‘How can someone grow up in a place like this and still turn out alright?’

She already knew that Namgoong Min grew up in the slums through her background checks.

However, witnessing the place personally was a different story compared to seeing documents and photos.

Liu couldn’t hide her shock that such a profound fortuneteller had grown up in this slum.

It was a survival of the fittest world where only the crafty and shameless could make it.

Considering Liu had also grown up in a similar slum, she was certain.

Yet somehow, someone like him emerged from this rubbish heap.

Is he just another one of them?

‘Born in a middle-class family in Seoul. But after his father’s business failure, they moved to the slums, and all the while, the parents committed suicide, leaving only that kid behind. And he grew up in the orphanage of this slum…’

Though they called it an orphanage and facilities, it was evident that it was a hellhole.

It was clearly just a place to make the kids do forced labor and let them sleep in exchange.

The ‘orphanage’ she had looked up during her background check had looked just as miserable.

Thinking about various things, she followed along for five minutes.

As the time limit approached, the beggar shouted out.

“I-I found it! Right here!”

“……Here? Are you sure?”

“Definitely! The address you mentioned is right here!”

……What is this?

The place the beggar had directed her to was a ramshackle abandoned house.

What’s more, it was half-collapsed, and the inside was clearly visible.

With no signs of human life for at least years, Liu glared at the beggar.

“Is this the right place?”

“O-of course!”

“Then why is no one living here?”

“…Huh?”

“Do you think I don’t know the habits of beggars like you? There are these empty houses, and you mean to tell me nobody’s living here?”

She had seen plenty of people sleeping in tents or on the street on her way here.

Would the poor people avoid this house just because it was abandoned, despite it at least resembling a shelter?

In fact, there were no beggars or impoverished people anywhere near this dilapidated house.

“……Did you not know?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Um, this is… a cursed place.”

“What?”

A cursed place?

That wasn’t in the background check data.

“Continue.”

“This house… belongs to a family that lived here about ten years ago. I heard they originally lived in Seoul but moved here after their business went under.”

“And then?”

“Ordinarily, people really avoid anyone from Seoul, but the family that lived here was different.”

“Different?”

“Yes. One of the children in the family was a <Fortuneteller>, and his prowess was so remarkable he was rumored around the slums. So they were relatively well-settled for Seoulites…”

“………”

“Suddenly, both parents committed suicide. The boy was around twelve at that time… after that, the boy… went mad.”

“What?”

“He claimed that an outsider took the place of the Creator, that he was merely an experiment, that the Emperor was coming to get him… rambling about all sorts of nonsense before ultimately disappearing.”

“………..”

“However, rumors spread around the slums. There are whispers that the boy placed a curse on the house he lived in with his parents. Because of that, no one approaches that house…”

“……Really?”

“I-I know nothing more! I swear!”

Should she believe this beggar’s words?

Of course not.

He was just one of the worthless idiots, so she reacted vaguely.

Naturally, she would need to look into various things: background checks, testimonies from other beggars, public records, data research, and so on.

‘………Crazy.’

The Job Skill of a Rich Tycoon, <Eye for Wealth>.

It allowed her to see a golden aura emanating from people or objects and to vaguely know their value or how much money she could make from them.

Even Liu, who suffered from severe paranoia, always believed in this skill, which had enabled her to rise as a remarkable investor.

There was something inside this abandoned house.

‘What kind of aura is this…!?’

Something with an absurd value lay dormant within.

If these beggars or the impoverished had wandered in and out of this abandoned place, they would have stolen anything valuable long ago.

Having understood just a little of what the beggar said, Liu glared at him, who was still trembling with fear.

“Fine. Now scram.”

“Th-thank you!”

“Don’t thank me. If I’m trying to leave after this job is done, I’d appreciate it if you keep it down. I might really kill anyone who annoys me.”

“……Understood!”

As the beggar dashed away, she laughed mockingly at him, and Liu also waved off her still-stunned guards before entering the abandoned house alone.

As expected, the inside was just as she had anticipated. From the start, the decaying walls had made it easy to see inside.

The only peculiar thing was…

“………There’s nothing here.”

Literally, nothing.

Old furniture, shabby decorations, or even the remains of a rat or bugs.

It was a truly empty house.

Where could the aura be coming from in this two-story building with no second floor?

“Is it here?”

At first glance, it was a plain wooden floor.

However, golden light was seeping up from beneath.

The light was so intense that it was difficult to determine where it was coming from.

Creak.

As she gently tore up the rotten floorboards.

“……A diary?”

Underneath was a notebook buried in the dirt.

The title “My Diary” was scrawled in a unique handwriting characteristic of a young child. In the corner, the name “Namgoong Min” was written.

…If she thought about when Namgoong Min had lived here, it must have been at least over eight years ago.

The diary, despite being slightly dirty, was remarkably clean.

“………”

Though she felt a little uneasy, once she picked it up, she could definitely tell.

This diary radiated brilliant golden light.

If it hadn’t been for Liu, who else would have been able to find this diary?

Deciding to read it after leaving the slum, Liu stuffed the notebook into her artifact pouch and stepped out of the abandoned house.

“Lady Liu! Please get to safety first!”

“We’ll hold them off for now!”

“……What now?”

A bunch of guards babbling about something ridiculous.

“Y-you, senior from the Academy.”

“Do you think a beggar like you would recognize me?”

“How could I not know the famous Rich Tycoon? Right, guys?”

“”””Yes!!!!””””

A gang of beggars, now seemingly multiplied several times, entered her view.

Among them, a man with his arms crossed stepped forward, casually referring to Liu as a junior.

Just as Liu instinctively squinted her eyes,

The man who seemed to lead the beggar group opened his mouth.

“No matter how famous you are, my junior, if you enter our territory, you’ve got to pay a toll!”

“I already handed it to some other beggar.”

“Oh, is it this guy?”

Slam.

As the boss snapped his fingers, a beaten-up beggar was thrown out from within the group.

It was the very beggar who had guided Liu.

“How dare this scum try to keep everything for himself, so I thought I’d teach him a lesson.”

“Then the toll is settled, isn’t it?”

“Haha! That’s true, but the toll I want is a bit different.”

“What is it?”

“The diary you found in that abandoned house.”

“………………”

“That’ll do.”

Now, why did that beggar lead—how did he know about the diary? Why hadn’t he taken it long ago? None of that mattered to her.

Liu simply interpreted it differently.

“So what you’re saying is…”

“Yes.”

“That I should hand over my husband’s diary to you?”

“………Huh?”

“Shove it, you idiots.”

No matter how impoverished this place was, in the end, it was still Seoul. Land of the Daehan Empire.

Even if she was furious, acting recklessly would clearly cross the line. Especially since she had come here knowing the slums were dangerous.

Thus, she had responsibly limited usage of her artifacts to only <Yesterday's Memory> to minimize destruction.

But if they were pushing her this far, Liu had no choice but to alter her response.

“Hahaha! Junior, you’re not seriously just going to rely on artifacts, are you? I’ll have you know I…!”

“Jang Han-cheol, age 41. Born in Namyangju, Gyeonggi Province. Born as a rare <Blacksmith> and enrolled in the Romance Academy but graduated last in his class due to various issues that got him expelled. Later, he set up his own shop but was ousted for pretending to sell goods from other workshops. Ultimately, he became a loser in life, settling down in the slums.”

“……What?”

“Proficiency in job skills is mediocre at best, and while he possesses the general skill of <Equipment Nullification>, the quality can nullify effects of only five artifacts at a time. Yet even that is limited to low-quality artifacts; high-quality ones are beyond him.”

“…………..”

“And yet here you are, playing the boss among beggars, all thanks to the support of the ‘Oppressor’ out of the three regents of the royal family. I could bore you with details about your personal life, but I’ll spare you the trouble.”

“How do you know about my relationship with that person…!”

“Now, let’s see.”

<The Seven-Armed Statue>.
<Yesterday's Memory>, <Poisonous Snake>, <Flame Spirit Manifestation>, <Wall Protection>, <Portable White Phosphorus Bomb>, <Flash Particle Gun>, <Crowd Parting>, <Miniature Black Hole Generator>, <Dancing Sniper>.

Rings, bracelets, necklaces, earrings, gems, guns, daggers, cube-shaped machines, and sniper rifles glow.

Weapons bigger than Liu herself spilled out from her tiny pouch, while a grotesque statue that appeared behind her picked them up.

A snake large enough to easily swallow a person coiled around Liu as if to protect her, and a fire spirit roared to life with a thunderous sound.

And while Liu tossed up a gem labeled <Portable White Phosphorus Bomb>, she coolly surveyed the trembling group of beggars.

“I’m going to think about what your master might be plotting.”

“………….Gulp.”

“I’m just going to let off some steam.”

And with that, she flung the dazzling white gem into the air.

Screams, explosions, and monstrous howls resonated throughout the slums.