I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 120

“…Me?”

“Then who else would it be?”

Namgoong Min gasped in shock while laughing at the same time.

Two people, with identical physiques, heights, faces, expressions, and even voices, faced each other.

It’s clear because it’s none other than ‘me.’

That’s me.

“How… did this happen?”

Can there really be two of ‘me’?

Thinking back, when I first opened my eyes in this world, I was already at the Academy.

So, am I the version of me that lived in the Daehan Empire before that?

Is this the past version of me that Liu investigated?

“How did this happen? This is a mess.”

“A mess?”

“Me… I mean, Namgoong Min was kidnapped just before entering the Academy.”

“Kidnapped?”

“Yeah. Normally, when someone disappears like that, they would cancel the Academy enrollment and an investigation would start, but…”

“…I appeared?”

“Exactly. So I got kidnapped, but nothing happened.”

In other words, it’s a disaster that occurred precisely because there is a completely identical ‘me.’

Normally, an investigation would commence at the moment Namgoong Min was kidnapped, but because I showed up at that exact timing, it was forgotten.

If it’s real, the timing is so bizarre that it could be considered malicious.

“Isn’t it like a prank of fate?”

“Wait, so how did you enter my dream?”

“Well, I just woke up here. I didn’t know what was going on until I saw you, who was lost in dreamland because of the Gate.”

“…I was lost in a dream?”

“I don’t know if it’s because I wasn’t having a lucid dream, but you were hunched over talking to a girl.”

“…”

“Honestly, it doesn’t matter what the reason is. Meeting you, I mean, myself, is a miracle.”

Namgoong Min grinned.

Then, with a sincere voice, he reached out to me.

“Please help me, me.”

“…Help you? You mean to save you?”

“Exactly. To be honest, I had already given up on escaping.”

“…”

If this is real, then I have to save him.

That version of me in front of me is definitely myself too.

But.

“Before that, I want to confirm something.”

“Huh? Confirm?”

“To verify whether you are my delusion or not.”

“…Hmmm.”

Lucid dream.

Honestly, I’ve never experienced it, so I don’t know what it feels like.

But I know that it’s a dream I can change at will, according to my thoughts and imagination.

‘What if the Namgoong Min on the other side is just a hallucination created by me?’

Then I’d be stuck in a mental illness scenario.

That’s why I need evidence to trust the claim that I was kidnapped.

“Right, how can we prove that?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Then I wouldn’t know either… but that’s a bit off. I’m smarter than you.”

“…”

“How about this? You prove my past that I don’t know.”

“My past?”

“You’re me from another world, so you wouldn’t know my past in this world, right? I should be able to let you in on that.”

“…Umm.”

“Go visit the slums in Seoul, where I lived with my parents. My diary is buried there.”

“…”

“If you go there and see that my diary really exists, then that’s proof, right? At least, you never buried it there.”

“That’s true.”

“If I were really a hallucination, then everything I know should be what you know and remember too. It’s a pretty solid method, isn’t it?”

“That’s right.”

Definitely, it makes sense.

It’s a really good method.

Except for one thing.

“But there’s one thing I’m concerned about.”

“What is it? This is why having a dumb me is a pain.”

“Why are you lying?”

“…Huh?”

I was half-convinced, but after seeing him a few times, it’s clear.

The Namgoong Min on the other side is lying.

Could it be that I’ve learned this from some cultist bastard too?

“What are you talking about? Lying?”

“Don’t play dumb.”

“No, it’s ridiculous. Why are you so much dumber than me? Do you have some habit when you lie?”

“I don’t. That cultist bastard told me to erase any such habits.”

“Then?”

“Honestly, I just thought that I’d act exactly like that if I were lying.”

“…”

I control my movements, speak in a low tone, and emphasize important words.

It’s a style of speech that gives trust, but it feels uncanny because I know it too well.

If the other person really were myself, there’s no need for such tricks when talking to me.

In reality, when I spoke to the other me, I didn’t use any tricks or speech methods at all; I was just talking comfortably.

“And there’s something I found out since coming to this world that the me in this world didn’t meet that cultist bastard.”

“…”

“But you said you learned from ‘that cultist bastard.’ What’s up with that contradiction?”

“…”

“That’s not all. I’m a Fortuneteller, so you should be one too, but a Fortuneteller doesn’t have the ability to link minds or interfere with dreams. Moreover, it’s strange that you and I met now. It has already been half a year since I came to this world.”

“…It could be due to the peculiarity of this Gate?”

“Of course. But how did you know that I entered the Gate?”

“What?”

“Well, think about it. Even if dreams are connected, one might think of other possibilities. Is it normal to think ‘I entered the Gate called Dream Within a Dream, so my dreams are linked’?”

“…”

“Even if you thought that, there are other Gates related to dreams aside from here. Yet, you immediately linked it firmly with the keyword ‘lucid dream.'”

And more importantly.

How did he know that I came from another world in the first place?

If he was really kidnapped, he shouldn’t know anything from the outside, so how does another me know that I’m from another world and attending the Academy?

At this point, it’s no longer speculation, but delusion and the realm of mental illness.

I glared at the stiff-faced ‘me’ and spoke up.

“What’s wrong? Answer something, Namgoong Min.”

“…”

“I know you’re not a delusion. If you were truly my delusion, you wouldn’t make these simple mistakes. So what exactly are you? Disguise? Deception? I don’t know what it is, but one thing is certain.”

“…What is it?”

“You are definitely ‘me,’ but not exactly the same as ‘me.'”

From the very beginning, I emphasized things like ‘I’m superior to you’ and ‘you’re dumber than me.’

Maybe there’s a clue in that part.

Just as I was thinking and waiting for him to respond, he suddenly spoke.

“…Huhuhu, hahaha. What a damn, really damn matter.”

“…?”

“This is so different from my expectations. You’re just… too smart.”

──Perhaps even more so than I am.

That was the start.

As the other me whispered those eerie words, the surroundings began to change.

Kooom!

“…!!”

The small semi-basement room instantly expanded, walls erected, and filled with all sorts of colors.

The floor became wooden, the walls painted white, and ordinary furniture appeared throughout the house.

Before I knew it, I was in what looked like a peaceful house.

“…This place.”

“You recognize it, right?”

“Of course.”

This was… the house I lived in when I was young.

Before my parents’ business failed, before they met that cultist bastard.

A house full of fond memories from my childhood, a nostalgic place.

It was the landscape I remembered perfectly.

Except for one thing.

‘There’s no door over there.’

The place closest to the entrance, my younger sister’s room.

Where there should have been a door, it was decorated only with walls and furniture.

“Yeah… it’s identical…”

“…”

“I can’t understand it at all. Why was it you and not me? Why…”

“What are you talking about?”

“You don’t need to know. It’s already past, and it’s a fate you must accept.”

“…Fate?”

“That’s only natural, right?”

As I was also looking around the familiar house, he pulled something out of his pocket.

…It was a tarot card.

“You and I are both Fortunetellers, and Fortunetellers are beings that must comply with fate.”

“…”

“A Fortuneteller can read fate, but must not interfere with it. Fate cannot be defied; you can only follow it.”

After fiddling with the tarot cards, he once again put them back in his possession.

His eyes were eerily devoid of emotion.

“So speaking of which.”

“…What is it?”

“Can you fight?”

“………?”

What does that mean──

“──Cough!?”

“Hup.”

Thud! Crack!!

In an instant, I closed the distance and threw a punch at him, sending him staggering.

As the pain echoed in my brain, I struck his abdomen and solar plexus, bringing him crashing to the ground.

Then, I kicked him.

“Ugh!?”

“Your physical abilities are decent, but your fighting skills are lacking. You’re way weaker than me.”

It was just for confirmation, as if I was doing this lightly.

After delivering that last kick, I took a step back and tilted my head.

“You seem to have your wits about you, but that’s all? Just for that? You’re such a weakling?”

“Hoo… hoo….”

I’m practically a former police college student, and yet this is how I end up?

…Ah, I came here before I learned self-defense.

More than that, why does he seem so strong despite being the same Fortuneteller?

“I can’t comprehend… I just can’t…”

“What the hell are you gibbering about…?”

“Fate. Is this what you call fate? That such an inferior being as I gets chosen for fate? That can’t be, there’s no way!”

“……….”

“…Ah, I didn’t want to do this, but.”

Namgoong Min looks at me.

His eyes were no longer devoid of emotion.

Instead, they seemed filled to the brim, ready to overflow with all sorts of negative feelings.

Staring at me with that gaze, I snapped my fingers.

Snap.

That was the signal. Every door in the house opened at once.

And.

Grrrrrrrr….

“…Are you insane?”

“Don’t worry. Even if you die here, you won’t actually die. You’ll just be a bit shaken mentally.”

“What the hell are you doing!?”

“If you had just followed my words, you wouldn’t be in this mess. Consider it a penalty for using your unnecessary wits.”

Through the open door, a beast came inside.

It wasn’t a lion, a tiger, or a bear, but it was all of them at once.

A beast, resembling all sorts of creatures, glared at me, and I walked out through the very door it entered.

“See you later, inferior me.”

“What the hell…!”

“GROOOOAR!!!”

The moment I walked out the door, the monster charged at me.

There was no way to block it, and no skills could be activated──

Clang!

“……Namgoong… Min…”

“…Huh?”

──The method to block it appeared from the space beyond.

The Hero, Abel Legion, abruptly emerged by tearing apart the space right next to the beast.

He glanced back and forth between me and the beast, and then—

With the greatsword he held, he struck down.

Crash!!

“GROOOAR!!!”

The beast, impaled by the greatsword, let out a fearful roar of pain.

After extracting the blade, the Hero began to slice into the monster mercilessly.

“…Die….”

Even though he was holding the greatsword with both hands, his strikes were imperceptible.

In the time it took to blink, he sliced the beast over ten times, and without hesitation, he severed its neck.

Thud.

“…Wow.”

The monster, which had boasted overwhelming might, was decimated in an instant.

The Hero turned to me, gripping his greatsword, as I stood there unable to move.

“……….”

I mean, I’m really grateful for this.

But… you’re not planning to swing that sword at me, are you?