I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 134

Kwahjik.

“Ah……..”

Kim Eun-ha, who burst Namgoong Min’s heart, gazed down at him as he fell dead.

The cold underground prison lay still, the fortuneteller whose heart was pierced and lifeless.

She continued to observe him quietly.

To be more precise.

She was curling her lips into a smile.

“This is… Such a waste…”

Even at this moment, <Desire to Kill> was raging inside her.

It urged her to run outside and take lives, to kill.

However, she only looked down at Namgoong Min with eyes full of affection, as if held back by the instinct for survival.

Then, after turning the dead Namgoong Min over, she kissed his lips, devoid of color.

Pouring the still warm heart and blood over her head, she smeared his essence across herself.

With a look of sincere happiness, Kim Eun-ha, drenched in Namgoong Min’s blood, gently closed his eyes.

“Thank you, and I love you.”

With those words, she lovingly caressed him and stepped out of the underground prison.

Then, suddenly.

Uksin.

“……Huh?”

Even after fulfilling her ‘affection’ by killing him.

For some reason, a deep pain surged within her heart.

“……”

Nevertheless, for now, resolving <Desire to Kill> was the priority.

Worries could be dealt with later.

With that thought, Kim Eun-ha exited the royal palace.

…Then, she slaughtered everyone within the palace.

And then.

“Again.”

*

Remember.

First, Water Divination can only be performed with a jar filled with water.

Second, it must be a starry night.

Third, I must not believe in Water Divination.

Even if I die countless times, even if I suffer countless pains.

I must remember that this is merely an illusion within <Water Divination>.

Just a boundary between reality and dreams.

With this, the fifth.

*

Kwahjik.

“Ah……..”

Kim Eun-ha, who burst Namgoong Min’s heart, gazed down at him as he fell dead.

The cold underground prison lay still, the fortuneteller whose heart was pierced and lifeless.

She continued to observe him quietly.

To be more precise.

She was tilting her head.

“What could this be?”

Thanks to regaining <Desire to Kill>, she sensed the tiniest hint of discomfort.

A thought so compelling it made her pause while walking.

However, after pondering for a moment, she lightly brushed the discomfort away.

After suffering for over ten years, she was now whole, and in this moment, small discomforts were a luxury.

“Still, this is such a waste.”

She merely doused herself in Namgoong Min’s heart and blood.

It felt as if she had become one with her beloved.

With a chilling smile, Kim Eun-ha soon burst out of the underground prison.

Afterward, as expected, came the slaughter.

And then.

“Again.”

*

Remember.

Let’s keep in mind.

I must not believe in Water Divination.

I might die, but I’m not really dead, and neither is everyone in the royal palace.

I must endure.

Until the pain of loss accumulates sufficiently within Kim Eun-ha.

…When that will happen, I do not know.

With this, the fourteenth.

*

Kwahjik.

“……”

Kim Eun-ha, who burst Namgoong Min’s heart, gazed down at him as he fell dead.

Why is that?

Why do I feel familiarity in this scene?

“……Huh.”

Have I killed Namgoong Min before? Me?

But if that was the case, it contradicts Namgoong Min being alive until just now.

Discomfort. And distortion.

The discomfort became so overwhelming it could not be dismissed, even under the impulse of <Desire to Kill>.

“……”

Even looking at Namgoong Min’s corpse, it was no different from the corpses she had seen as a child.

Breath completely extinguished.

…Am I wasting time now?

After all, my head isn’t quite right because of <Desire to Kill>.

Forcing herself to forget the discomfort, she engulfed herself in Namgoong Min’s heart and blood.

Like becoming one with the person she loved… that feeling.

“……What could this be?”

Still, it must be an unnecessary worry.

Kim Eun-ha surrendered her body to the surging impulses of murder.

Well, even if she hesitated for a bit, that wouldn’t stop her from killing.

Slaughter continues.

And then.

“Again.”

*

Remember… Let’s remember.

I must not believe in Water Divination.

Remember. Definitely, remember.

This isn’t reality.

With this, the fifty-seventh.

*

Kwahjik.

“……What?”

Kim Eun-ha, who burst Namgoong Min’s heart, sat down, looking at the lifeless fortuneteller.

Discomfort, and familiarity.

It was a heaviness too significant to dismiss simply as an illusion crashing over her.

“Why is it…”

She moved Namgoong Min’s corpse around, even touched it.

Yet even so, the discomfort didn’t fade away.

Instead, the more she touched, an incomprehensible feeling began to surface.

It was both pain.

And a kind of impulse.

“……First.”

She poured the heart and blood still in her hands over her head.

With a sweet expression accepting all those remnants, Kim Eun-ha looked back at Namgoong Min’s corpse.

“……Right.”

Then, tenderly, as if cradling a princess, she lifted Namgoong Min’s blood-soaked body.

The one with its heart pierced, bleeding profusely.

“Let’s go together.”

Feeling such discomfort, regardless of being a corpse, it didn’t seem right to leave Namgoong Min all alone here.

Let’s go together out of the underground prison, let’s leave the Crown Princess Palace together.

And then, let’s go kill people together.

Resolving like this seemed to lessen the discomfort. The joy that overwhelmed the vanquished discomfort awakened her sense of purpose.

Moving together with the one she loved is so nice.

Kim Eun-ha smiled.

Raising the corners of the corpse’s lips with her two fingers.

And.

“……Again.”

*

Let’s remember. Let’s remember. Let’s remember. Let’s remember. Let’s remember. Let’s remember.

I must not believe in Water Divination. I must not believe in Water Divination. I must not believe in Water Divination.

Remember. Remember. Remember. Remember. It hurts. Remember. Remember. Remember. I don’t want to die. Remember. Remember. Remember.

This isn’t reality. This isn’t reality. This isn’t reality. I want to be comfortable. This isn’t reality. This isn’t reality.

Now. Now. Now…

…The two hundred and fifty-seventh.

*

Kwahjik.

“……Huh?”

Suddenly, she opens her eyes.

In the warm and cozy underground prison. And welcoming her with a smile, Kim Eun-ha.

“Crown Princess?”

“Sleepyhead, you’ve finally woken up?”

“Did I… fall asleep?”

“Today is our anniversary, and sleeping all day is too much, don’t you think?”

“Ah… Right, I see.”

We were married. The four thousand two hundred ninety-seventh marriage.

I scratched my arm with my nails to make sure I wouldn’t forget that.

Four thousand two hundred… ninety-eight times?

Oh? There’s one more than before? What’s that about?

“Why is the number of marriages one more?”

“I’ll carve it for you. Now…”

Crack, crack.

Having rewritten the number from seven to eight by smashing my skin and bones, Kim Eun-ha smiled. I smiled back at her.

I didn’t feel any pain. Pain is a bad thing. I don’t want to feel pain anymore.

I will absolutely not be in pain.

Sitting across from the Crown Princess in our honeymoon suite, the underground prison.

“Today is our anniversary. I totally forgot.”

“It’s fine. Yesterday was also our anniversary.”

“Oh? Then what about tomorrow?”

“Of course, it’ll be our anniversary too.”

“Was it like that… How long have we been married?”

“Ten seconds. That’s how long it took for me to burst your heart, remember?”

Looking down at my chest at Kim Eun-ha’s words, there was a hole the size of a fist.

The heart that should have been inside was blown out, and countless rivers of blood gushed forth.

This is, this, this…

So beautiful…

“Isn’t it beautiful…”

“Right? Now it’s time to shower.”

The heart, blood, pours out.

Drenched in my blood with her, we embrace one another.

“Shall we start heading out?”

“Of course. Father and your older brother are still waiting.”

“Father-in-law and your brother?”

“This time, I’m going to cut their breath short. Kill them.”

“Like I do?”

“Exactly like you.”

It wouldn’t matter in any case. It’s perfectly natural for a corpse to move.

Okay, today I’ll put in some effort for her.

“I just need to burst their hearts, right?”

“Just like you did with the rich tycoon and psychic.”

“Got it.”

Living with my beloved wife and working together.

It’s enjoyable. Is there any day happier than this?

As I smiled back at her, Kim Eun-ha, who was giggling, spoke up.

“By the way, do we have to do it again?”

“Huh? Do what?”

“This is all just a dream, right? If it’s not reality but a fantasy, shouldn’t we do it again?”

“Hmm…”

A dream.

Not a reality, just an illusion.

Again.

Number of times.

Remember.

Pain.

How long must I keep this up?

I don’t want to endure anymore.

Now I want to be comfortable.

“What are you saying? This is reality, isn’t it? Are you dreaming?”

“…Hehe, then it’s fine. Even if it’s a dream, if you believe it’s real, then it becomes reality, right?”

“Of course, that’s true.”

“Then… Let’s fall back asleep.”

“Uh? Alright, I’ll do that.”

I close my eyes. And feel at ease.

Because I want to feel comfortable.

I must become comfortable.

So I became comfortable.

I am comfortable…

*

“…I’m sorry. But because your mind has shattered so much, I can’t endure for more than five minutes after waking up… But it’s okay. If you sleep and wake up again, you can be happy for five minutes…”

“Oh, poor Namgoong Min. You’ve been broken trying to save me like this.”

“Because you’re broken, this ownership of the illusion has fallen to me. Why do you think that is? Someone’s intervention?”

“Well, it doesn’t matter.”

“Even if it’s a dream, even if it’s fantasy.”

“This place isn’t… an illusion, it’s reality.”

“Good night, Namgoong Min.”

“My most beloved husband.”

*

[Unexpected, usurper. I thought you would naturally save such a brother.]

“…My brother is happier than ever now.”

[Does it really appear that way?]

“If I had succeeded in saving Kim Eun-ha here? After that, I’d only be getting hurt helping other girls.”

[If that’s the case, would you rather leave him broken like that? Ah, it was also you who tried to make him an idiot. I see you have quite the taste.]

“……..Brother.”

[The brother you desperately call is sleeping in another woman’s arms, you know?]

“It doesn’t matter. As long as my brother can find happiness…”

[What pure-hearted feelings you hold.]

“….Since I’ve also handed over the ownership of Water Divination to her, she’ll surely make my brother happy.”

[What will you do if that girl also ends up broken? Well, it seems half-mad, so I suppose it’s not likely you’ll worry about that.]

“I have… candidates.”

[Oh, how fascinating.]

“……..”

[That’s what makes you a usurper.]