I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 155

The Mediator, spewing black blood from every conceivable orifice, was confronted by the Diary that had been wrecked from the insides.

Liu, standing before the blood-soaked Mediator, brandished a Dagger.

“Hey, did you come ready to get hit?”

“…This is unexpected. You actually destroyed the Artifact from within…?”

“I’ve handled that kind of Artifact a bunch of times… but that aside, let’s just fight.”

“Heh, are you thinking about killing me in my weakened state?”

“Who said anything about physically killing you? Everyone’s got their thoughts.”

“…….?”

Contrary to the Mediator’s expectation of physical torture.

Even with rage coursing through her, Liu, who was smirking, turned to Eun-ha.

What was to be done with the Mediator had been agreed upon by everyone beforehand.

“Crown Princess, there’s no problem with cleanup, right?”

“Well, the Mediator has been on a long vacation lately, and it’s suspicious given the recent events in the royal family. Besides, I doubt he’d side with me or my brother, so it’s fine.”

“What do you…?”

“Don’t you know? I mean, I heard he said he was in a body that couldn’t die even if he wanted to because of the contracts he mediates.”

“………”

“So I’m just saying it’s okay to take it easy on him.”

Just as Liu’s firm words came to an end, Rain, having regained her senses after overexerting her psychic powers, snapped her fingers.

The Mediator, unable to resist the Psychic’s <Superpower>, floated in the air, spilling black blood.

Is it really true that he can’t die?

As the black blood that had been pouring from every hole began to slow, and the wounds that had been soaked in blood began to revert to their original state.

Eileen, the Saint, took a step forward.

“…Saint?”

“…I can really feel an unpleasant aura coming from you, the most faithless of the faithless.”

“What? Are you going to slap me with that fist?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, that’s way too merciful… and simple, right?”

General Skill <Holy Radiance>.

The dimly lit room was suddenly filled with brilliant light.

With a halo above her head and wings spread behind her, the Saint glared at the Mediator with a look of utter disdain.

The moment the Mediator saw <Holy Radiance>, his expression hardened.

“You… are you insane? How much life do you plan to burn away?”

“Seems like you know a thing or two about <Holy Radiance>?”

“I know far more than a lunatic like you. I’m blessed by the great one. No matter how much of a Saint you are, if you want to interfere with me, you’d better be prepared to commit suicide.”

“So what?”

“What…?”

“I see that you’re just a frog in a well.”

The Mediator’s words were not entirely incorrect.

<Holy Radiance>, a skill only saints can possess, was a powerful skill that consumed life and lifespan to grant desired wishes.

However, its efficiency was very poor, and it was merely a means to prove one’s status as a Saint or Saintess.

Raphael Martina, the Holy Saint, hardly used <Holy Radiance> at all.

But that was just a general perception.

With Namgoong Min’s help, the Saintess had succeeded in coexisting for the first time, and she and Eileen, by simple calculations, possessed the lifespans and vitality of two people.

Moreover, with the ability to recall memories that slightly slowed down, there was a situation where they could restore the size of their souls and lifespan.

To her, <Holy Radiance> was simply an exceptionally useful skill.

Just like right now.

“<Holy Radiance> can fulfill all desired wishes. Well, I’ve heard it’s impossible to wish for the disappearance of the job of a Saint or Saintess….”

“What the hell are you thinking…?!”

“While I can’t erase the job title <Mediator> itself.”

“……!!”

“It means that twisting it a bit is perfectly possible.”

“Saintess!!!”

She smirked at the Mediator’s anger, having caught on to the Saint’s true intent, and turned the light of her halo toward him.

Crack.

“…Cough!?”

It can be heard.

On the surface, there were no changes. He hadn’t coughed blood, just let out a painful scream.

His organs, heart, and brain were all intact.

But.

Transcending dimensions of appearances or insides.

The very essence that made up the person known as the Mediator.

The sound of the job title <Mediator> cracking could be heard.

“Huff…!”

No matter how much <Holy Radiance> is used, it doesn’t grant everything. Simply put, wishes that demand more than the lifespan of the Saintess cannot be fulfilled.

Therefore, the Saintess and Eileen squeezed their lifespans and vitality. They continued until the self-awareness of the Saintess began to blur and Eileen’s soul shrank.

It was a vengeful revenge driven by evil.

The ultimate revenge that the Saintess and Eileen could enact.

Though <Holy Radiance> trailed along the ends of inefficiency, if nearly two people’s lifespans were invested, it would yield corresponding results.

“Ahhhhh!!!”

The job is twisting. The very foundation comprising one person is shaking.

This is not to be confused with the Skill Thief stealing job skills.

In the end, it’s just stealing, and killing the Skill Thief would return things to how they were, while the Saintess and Eileen had no desire to be satisfied with a temporary phenomenon.

Soon.

Splat.

“……Ah.”

The Mediator, finally releasing an ominous noise, was helplessly tossed aside as his psychic powers unraveled.

On the surface, the black blood had stopped flowing, and the wounds disappeared, appearing in good condition, but.

The Mediator didn’t think so at all.

“This can’t be…!”

Job x Skill & <── Caution @ Mediator >.

“Ugh……!!”

The skills do not get activated.

The job skills he could originally use as easily as breathing had vanished, leaving behind only terrible pain, discomfort, and emptiness.

The more he tried to use them, the more his head and heart felt like they were pierced by a knife in pain.

What meaning is there to a job skill holder who cannot use their job skill?

Especially if they have no great physical abilities and lack outstanding general skills.

It was literally ‘not killing’ him.

“Huff….”

“Thank you for your hard work, Saintess.”

“I’ll leave the cleanup to you, faithless one.”

“Don’t worry.”

While the Crown Princess seated Eileen, who had collapsed with ragged breaths, before the despairing Mediator, they realized that erasing the job entirely was impossible and they had to be content with twisting the job skill.

Even though that was all they could accomplish, the Saintess and Eileen had been pushed to the brink of death.

For a while, they wouldn’t even be able to entertain thoughts of <Holy Radiance> and would have to focus solely on recovery.

Yet, the Saintess and Eileen smiled in satisfaction.

A fitting punishment had been dispensed to the faithless who dared to touch their God.

Even with cold sweat pouring and limbs trembling, they managed to smile.

“…By the way, this is amusing.”

“You little vixen, what now?”

“I thought I wouldn’t work with these vixens here.”

“Are you insane?”

“It’s interesting, right? Just the four of us who had fought so hard against each other suddenly connected as if we were possessed the moment Namgoong Min got involved.”

“…….”

“……….”

“………….”

Just as Rain said.

Just a few days ago, they had been genuinely brawling over a one-night, two-day travel voucher.

But the moment they found the common ground of Namgoong Min, they were now in sync.

Even while fighting over Namgoong Min, they cooperated in matters related to him—a strange relationship.

Rich Tycoon, Psychic, Crown Princess, Saintess.

If the four of them, each capable of having substantial influence over not just the Academy but the entire world, were to collaborate, what could they achieve?

The one right before them, the Mediator, was a testament to that.

Even a significant individual among the three politicians of the Daehan Empire had been rendered a cripple.

“…For now, let’s handle the cleanup first.”

There were still many stories to share.

Through the Diary, they’d seen Namgoong Min’s past: the nonexistent Younger Sister, the Cultist Fortuneteller.

Before proceeding with all the stories, Eun-ha, tasked with handling the Mediator’s cleanup, stepped forward.

At that moment.

“What’s everyone doing here?”

“…Huh?”

“I am Namgoong Min…?”

“Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”

From behind them, a familiar voice rang out.

The four flustered female students turned around wide-eyed.

Smiling, Namgoong Min stood there in attire different from usual.

“Ho-how did you know to come here…?”

“Oh, I heard from the Principal. She told me to come this way.”

“…What about the trip?”

“The trip?………I had a good time.”

“Is that so…?”

“Of course. But Crown Princess? Could you step aside for a moment?”

“………What did you just say?”

“I said, can you please step aside….”

“…Fine.”

As Eileen sat trembling in her chair, and Rain tilted her head, Eun-ha wore a knowing expression while Liu remained silent as Namgoong Min brushed past them.

He picked up the still despairing Mediator.

“Uh…uh….”

“This person, I’ll take him with me for a while.”

“……….”

“…………Hmph.”

“………….”

“…………….”

“Well, see you in class tomorrow.”

Waving with a smile, Namgoong Min attempted to take the Mediator out of the room when Liu suddenly spoke up.

“Hey, you psychic little rat.”

“…What do you want, Liu?”

“Do you have any idea how much you owe me?”

“………I guess around 1 billion…?”

“Dammit.”

With the Dagger, <Crowd Parting>, held in reverse, Liu immediately aimed it into the air.

As soon as it pointed towards Namgoong Min, the Artifact activated.

“Ugh!?”

Bam!!

Forcefully propelled, Namgoong Min slammed into the wall, groaning.

Seizing the opportunity, Rain lifted him and the Mediator into the air with her psychic powers.

Eun-ha, clenching her fists, advanced toward them.

“What’s with the sudden hostility!?”

“Shut up, fake.”

“What…?”

“When my Min calls out to me, he doesn’t call me Crown Princess. He calls me Eun-ha.”

“……….”

“Furthermore, Namgoong Min doesn’t walk or smile like that. The stride and style of his smile are distinctly different.”

“………….”

“Not to mention the debt that rat owes me is over 1 trillion? What’s with this steady billion?”

While the Crown Princess, Psychic, and Rich Tycoon glared at the strange Namgoong Min, Eileen, who was nearing her limits, stood up from her chair.

The faithless posing as God should be directly dealt with by the Saintess.

“And… Namgoong Min is a person who observes etiquette. He always addresses the Principal as ‘Principal.'”

“……….”

“A faithless impersonating him would hardly be able to atone for their sins in death.”

On the outside, he looked identical. If anything, he was just the same person. Height, weight, and voice all matched Namgoong Min precisely.

But as long as it wasn’t the real person, there would always be slight discrepancies.

Like how he addressed people.

Like his stride.

Like the relationship they shared.

Like the way he spoke.

If someone either hadn’t seen Namgoong Min before or hadn’t seen much of him, they might have been fooled outright.

But for the four female students present, it was a meaningless act.

“Just speak your purpose already, fake.”

“…Fake, fake, huh?”

“What’s going on? What’s with him?”

“Who decides who’s fake and who’s real?”

“Well, for one, you’re not, faithless one.”

“Even if the Emperor… the Creator… everyone calls me fake…!”

“……Wait, everyone step back!”

“I am Namgoong Min! I AM NAMGOONG MIN!!!”

Wham!

Had some sort of Artifact been activated?

Suddenly, Namgoong Min and the Mediator were engulfed in an unknown light.

Everyone hurriedly stepped back, and only Rain pulled more of her psychic power to try and ensnare the fake Namgoong Min.

But by then, Namgoong Min and the Mediator had already vanished from sight.

As the light slowly diminished, what greeted them was an empty void.

“Since we couldn’t even capture him with psychic powers… must be quite the powerful Artifact.”

“Our Min is two…?”

“Two? What two? That fake rat from just now is definitely a fake.”

“Regardless, the problem is a fake scum impersonated our Min and took her away.”

“…This is going to get troublesome.”

Sensing that the situation was likely to grow quite complicated, Eun-ha let out a sigh.

The fact that the Saintess had turned the Mediator into a cripple, and the other three had allowed it, was politically convenient in ways they all understood.

However, that didn’t mean it was impossible to clean up.

If she warned her brother and… her father in advance, at least they could eliminate the issue before it resurfaced within the Daehan Empire.

“There’s no point in staying here; let’s head outside for now.”

“I’m with the faithless on this one. I need to get home too.”

“Tsk, I have to tell my brother that there’s someone impersonating Namgoong Min.”

“By the way, what was the reason they disguised as a Fortuneteller—”

“Ah! Liu! Eileen! Rain! Eun-ha!”

“………….”

“……….”

“…………….”

“…….”

“I’ve just returned from a two-day trip with the Hero! Since it was quite an adventure, I didn’t bring back any souvenirs… why is everyone looking at me like that…?”

“You’re real.”

“You’re really him.”

“It’s true.”

“Fortuneteller rat, this time you’re the real deal?”

“……Huh?”

“I’ll explain later. Our Min, have you had dinner? Want to eat together?”

“Namgoong Min, I’m feeling dizzy….”

“Namgoong Min? Brother Lucas is waiting for you too. Let’s eat at Arthur Mansion!”

“You little rat, are you thinking of ignoring the fact that I got rejected when I confessed to you?”

“…Hero, help me.”

And thus, Abel Legion, who had traveled to America for a two-day trip with Namgoong Min and returned hearing about his dark past, looked at the Fortuneteller being dragged off by the four female students and sincerely replied.

“……You’re dead….”

“Hero!?”

In that moment, he wasn’t acting as a Hero, but rather as Abel Legion, a complete loser.

With true emotion, he responded to the dragging Namgoong Min.