I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 150

Thud.

“…Cough…”

Abel, who had vomited blood with his greatsword split in half, knelt down.

Even though he couldn’t use the job skill <Absolute Good>, he had given it his all.

Unlike him, who was covered in wounds, Namgoong Jisoo looked down at him with cold eyes, not a drop of sweat on her.

“Not bad, huh? Junior.”

“…As expected… you too…”

“But you’re still far from it. Despite my appearance, I’m a true hero who saved the world, you know.”

Namgoong Jisoo, smiling like she was mocking him, leaned against her rainbow-colored sword as if it were a staff.

With that relaxed posture, Abel wiped the blood from his mouth and spoke up.

“…A hero… you say…?”

“You felt it when our swords clashed, didn’t you? You should’ve realized then.”

“…You look… younger than me…”

“Hey, just because I look like this, do you have any idea how old I actually am? Honestly, I can’t let you call me brother.”

“…Brother…?”

“Hmmm.”

“What’s the… relationship with Namgoong Min…?”

“I’ve said it over and over? He’s my brother, and I’m his younger sister.”

“…He doesn’t have a… younger sister…”

“If it’s the Namgoong Min of this world, well, I guess that’s true.”

“…What…?”

“Sorry, but I don’t really want to talk to anyone other than my brother, okay? I’ll just take a short nap.”

“…What the──”

Thud.

Namgoong Jisoo knocked Abel out cold with a single blow and glanced at the rock in the middle of the room and the holy sword.

This hero was stronger than she expected. He might be able to save the world just like her.

But.

She had no intention of leaving her only brother as a <Fortuneteller>.

“You’ll become a hero, brother.”

Not some rookie like Abel Legion, but if her proud and dependable brother became a hero…

Then surely, he could change that ridiculous future.

“I’ll believe in you and wait.”

When her brother, now a hero, returns.

That would be the time she could finally tell him everything.

Namgoong Jisoo quietly closed her eyes and touched her own head.

The head her brother used to touch before she entered this body.

Recalling that sensation, she felt a twinge of jealousy.

She remembered only the happy memories.

*

“…Where is this…?”

I was sure I had just climbed onto a rock and held the holy sword.

But before I knew it, I was in a completely different space.

“The holy sword is here…”

The rock was gone, but the holy sword I had held was still in my hand.

However, looking around, there was nothing in sight.

Just like the previous room, only a pure white space unfolded before me.

What on earth was I supposed to do here──

Step.

“…Huh?”

Someone just passed by me.

A rough-looking man, tattooed all over and dressed in leather and fur, walked ahead.

He was holding the same holy sword I had.

“Hey!”

I called out to him in a hurry and reached out, but I couldn’t touch him.

My voice scattered, and my hand passed through his body.

I just stared blankly at his back as he walked on.

Step.

“This is….”

Someone in full steel plate armor passed by.

A man dressed like an ordinary farmer walked by.

A knight with a resolute expression walked past.

A king in a luxurious robe strolled by.

A warrior adorned with gorgeous decorations also passed by.

All of them were holding the holy sword in their hands.

It was only then that I realized who they were.

“…Heroes.”

Warriors, knights, kings, farmers.

All of them were <Heroes>.

Not the current Abel Legion, but heroes who existed in history.

Of course, they had never appeared in the <Romance Academy>.

And then.

A schoolgirl in uniform passed by me.

“…Jisoo?”

Holding the holy sword, with a serious expression.

My younger sister was walking alongside the heroes.

Which meant.

“Jisoo is… a hero?”

No, before that.

How did Jisoo become a hero?

“Surprised?”

“…You are…”

“Don’t look at me like that. This place is originally my domain. To put it simply, you’re trespassing in my house right now.”

“…Can I get an explanation?”

“To a certain extent. Follow me.”

An entity composed of cracks throughout his body.

I had met him at Liu’s mansion during the break.

He whispered the future to the Emperor.

And now, he smiled as he looked at Jisoo, who seemed to know him.

Though he had no face, the cracks that made him up moved as if smiling.

“Do you know where this is?”

“…Inside the holy sword, right?”

“That’s not entirely wrong. To be precise, it’s the selection place.”

“Selection…?”

“Of course, it’s the selection of heroes.”

Clang.

Even as he walked somewhere, he enlarged the cracks that could be assumed to be his feet.

The cracks that grew larger soon shattered, and from there, new cracks emerged to replace his feet.

Extremely unstable, looking as if it might disappear at any moment.

And yet, the entity remained calm.

“I select <Heroes> among those born into the world who possess the potential to draw the holy sword. And when that child grows up and pulls out the holy sword, they become a true hero.”

“…You select heroes?”

“You’re quite perceptive. So, what do you think I am?”

Selecting <Heroes> and designating <Heroes>.

If a job can be decided freely from the moment of birth…

Then that means…

“…A god?”

“Correct! To be more precise, a former god.”

“…What do you mean?”

“Fufu.”

The entity, moving as if smiling through cracks, continued to walk.

Into a seemingly endless pure white space.

“I am a god and the creator of this world.”

“…”

“You find it hard to believe, huh? You probably think this