I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 158

I immediately went to find Charles Teddy Bear.

To protest against this unreasonable, unfair, and unequal measure!

‘Has the Principal taken action?’

What a petty old hag.

If she had used her power to prevent me from changing this damn job skill name, I was determined one day to take revenge using all the connections and abilities I had.

“…So, you mean it was just decided in the faculty meeting?”

“Yeah. Since the <Solo Challenge 10-Level Quiz Show> was first held 23 years ago, only 13 people have attempted it, and there was unanimous agreement that there was no need to prepare for it.”

“………The Principal is…”

“There’s no way a busy person would attend a trivial faculty meeting…”

So, it was dismissed as insignificant in a meeting that turned out to be anything but important.

‘But why?’

Nothing had happened in the game, so why did it have to disappear now?

“Plus, the instructor in charge retired….”

“Excuse me?”

“The instructor who originally managed the quiz show partnered with Daisuke during break and ended up with a herniated disc while trying to contend with the academy. Given their advanced age, it wasn’t surprising they would retire at any time.”

“………….”

The reason the quiz show was gone? The instructor in charge retired.

The reason the instructor retired? They confronted the academy alongside Yamato Daisuke for the sake of the students’ grades and ended up with a herniated disc.

Yamato Daisuke’s reason for confronting the academy?

‘During the first semester at the Great Lake…’

…a certain fortuneteller had incited trouble under the pretext of the students’ grades.

And who was that fortuneteller?

‘Me?’

Is this what they call the butterfly effect?

Damn it.

If a minor change leads to such a significant issue, I could at least gain some awareness of my actions, but of all things, they decided to eliminate my Job Skill Name Change Right…?

A reward that was minor but crucial, only needed by me?

‘This is… absurd…!’

While I was shaking my fist in frustration, Charles Teddy Bear looked at me, bewildered.

“Namgoong Min, were you planning to go on the quiz show?”

“…That’s exactly it…!”

“Hmm… What a mess. It was already passed as a payment issue, so it would be difficult even for the Principal… So you need the Job Skill Name Change Right?”

“………Yes.”

Not many people know the name <Incredibly Useful Fortunetelling>.

The only ones possibly aware are Liu, Eun-ha, Eileen, Rain, Lucas, Kim Sung-il, the Hero, and the Saint?

…That seems like a lot, but since I haven’t used this job skill much, I knew there was a divination skill, but not its name.

Charles Teddy Bear was the same, and I understood why I had wanted to participate in that tournament.

“…Are you serious? Rather than participating in such a quiz show, you could join a small competition and win either money or an artifact.”

“………I was serious. Not anymore, though.”

Whether serious or not, the quiz show was gone forever. Even with the favor I had with the influential instructor Charles Teddy Bear, if he looked troubled, there was probably no way to reverse it.

If absolutely necessary, I could ask the Principal.

‘I really don’t want to owe that woman anything.’

Although I hadn’t met the Principal yet, hearing that another me and the Mediator had been removed due to someone’s interference made me certain of it.

For now, she was hailed as the greatest <Battle Wizard>, and space travel would be a piece of cake for her.

‘It could be the action of a third party…’

Given that the Principal has returned to the academy, there was no way she wouldn’t notice someone else’s intervention.

She might be filled with a sense of superiority and noblesse oblige, but she certainly cared for the students, so if there had been a third party, they would have intervened long ago.

The mere fact that she remained in the Principal’s office proved who the backer was.

‘I need to avoid the Principal as much as possible.’

Eventually, I would have to confront her at the academy, but that time was not now.

To be frank, I couldn’t win against her.

While the Special Class combined with all its forces might stand a chance, opposing the Principal was a significant risk both physically and politically.

Unless I was truly cornered, I couldn’t burden my friends at this stage.

In that case…

“…There’s no choice but to enter the Martial Arts Competition.”

Wow, is this really the right decision?

I’m a <Fortuneteller>, after all! The officially recognized weakest class among all jobs!

It is said that the <Fortuneteller> is immensely weaker than any non-combat class that merely supports from behind in events. After all, I’m the first-ever <Fortuneteller> to enroll in the illustrious 100-year history of the Romance Academy.

And now, you want me to enter the Martial Arts Competition?

With all grades participating?

What a crazy life.

“…Namgoong Min? Why are you suddenly in tears…?”

“I’m overwhelmed by the absurdities of the world. I thank you for treating me well, even during this sudden visit… I’ll be on my way now.”

“No, wait. You need your Job Skill Name Change Right, don’t you?”

“That’s correct.”

“If so… I can help you a bit.”

Huh?

Really?

That would be possible?

“Um, how do you mean?”

“Right now, the skill name change right has been transferred as a prize for the Martial Arts Competition winner.”

“…Yes.”

“Since it’s essentially a worthless prize, we can change the conditions. It just has to be within the framework of the Martial Arts Competition…”

“Yes, yes. For example…?”

“…Hmm, sure. Maybe reaching the finals of the martial arts competition? You could exchange it for either the artifact or money that you would normally receive.”

“Finals!”

Reaching the finals in the martial arts competition.

So, I need to be among the top 64 out of 512 contestants participating?

…Is that even possible?

‘No, it has to be possible.’

Winning the tournament is beyond my reach. However, making it to the finals might actually be achievable…!

“If you can make that happen, I would be honored!”

“Don’t overdo it; helping you with something like this is easy.”

“Thank you! Instructor Charles!”

“…If you call me ‘father’ from your mouth, I genuinely might become furious….”

“Excuse me?”

“Forget it. You can go now.”

“Yes!”

I forgot to catch everything the great Instructor Charles had just said in my excitement, but it doesn’t really matter.

In any case, my goal became clear.

‘Entering the Martial Arts Competition finals.’

Under normal circumstances, just making it to the finals would be a chance to obtain useful artifacts or considerable money.

But.

That kind of reward doesn’t even capture my interest.

Only for my skill name change.

For my dignity!

‘Finals, let’s make it happen!’

It’s quite possible I might end up enduring <Incredibly Useful Fortunetelling> until the very end.

To avoid such a nightmare scenario, I gritted my teeth.

I would show them that even the weakest can do something…!

*

“Uh… ugh….”

“What do I do now?”

“Cough, cough.”

“I suddenly realize, you really are weak for a Fortuneteller, huh…?”

“……….”

I got wiped out. Completely.

I had initially met Liu for help, brimming with hope and determination, but somehow, I couldn’t land a single effective hit against her, not even one, while facing her unarmed.

“Since I didn’t use even the minimum artifact to protect myself, I suppose my current ability is among the lowest in non-combat jobs.”

“………….”

“Of course I’d lose not only to a malicious woman or a rude Princess, but to an ordinary combat class as well.”

“……….”

“But for me to get completely crushed like this… you….”

Can you stop already? It hurts my feelings.

Seeing the harsh reality, stemming from my intentions, renewed my admiration for all the struggles I had overcome so far.

How did I win against Hector in the duel?

‘…Ah, right. I had artifacts then.’

According to myself, I was using artifacts to elevate a non-combat class like Liu to the strongest level.

I finally understood why some artifacts cost a fortune, whereas others are merely inexpensive.

In my fight against Hector, I must have been wearing artifacts worth the budget of some small nation, so it was no wonder I became stronger.

Now, reflecting on how overwhelmingly powerful he was even without any artifacts, I suddenly found Hector incredibly impressive…

“In the Martial Arts Competition, of course, artifacts are banned. If they weren’t, it’d just be a money flaunting contest, right?”

“………….”

“So, having to enter with my current skills means… To put it frankly, you’re not bad at techniques or fighting ability. You seem quite trained?”

First off, she was a police academy student.

She must have learned some basic physical fitness and martial arts.

But…

“After all, there’s still the issue of basic weight classes.”

“…It’s true.”

“Even I can easily overpower you with brute strength.”

Job holders are essentially superhumans.

They endure wounds from swords or bullets without even a scratch and can run faster than cars while bending steel like it’s nothing.

For combat job holders, even the weakest can hold muster, while those outside of combat can at least bend rebar.

But how about the <Fortuneteller>?

“Are you faster than a bicycle?”

“… I do have some speed.”

“Can you break walls?”

“I might manage with a brick wall…”

“What about bullets?”

“They hurt quite a lot.”

“And that’s the problem.”

Of course, even a Fortuneteller is still superhuman. I can break brick walls, run faster than a bicycle, and I won’t die from bullets.

It’s just that among superhumans, I’m the weakest.

Liu crouched next to me as I lay flat on the ground.

“Fortuneteller, what are you thinking?”

“…Do you think I can reach the finals?”

“You must be joking.”

“Ugh….”

“What are you gonna do? Are you really entering the Martial Arts Competition?”

“…Of course.”

Even without artifacts and labeled as the weakest class in the academy.

There’s a vast difference between giving up from the beginning and at least daring to try.

The former has no chance of success, while the latter carries even a sliver of hope.

“…So you’re learning from a saint or the malicious woman?”

“No, it’ll be hard for the Special Class to train me. Same for you, Liu.”

“……….”

Even if I want to deny it, the reality is there.

While they were all born as talented individuals with special skills, I only possessed gaming knowledge and some crafty dialogue.

A genius can only teach another genius.

So, I already thought of who to turn to.

“…Who?”

“Sasaki Ito. Don’t you know? He’s probably the top hardworking student in our age group.”

“Only a few days of training. What do you hope to accomplish?”

“It’s not just a few days. After all, no one will take the name change right in the Martial Arts Competition… If I train hard until next year, could it not be possible?”

Even if I’m not a <Swordsman>, it would be far better than not training at all.

As I brushed off the dirt from lying flat on the floor, Liu’s eyes lit up.

“You’re gonna learn until next year?”

“Exactly.”

“Every day?”

“As much as Sasaki can handle.”

“After school? What about our tea time?”

“It’ll likely become tougher.”

“…That’ll be an issue.”

“Excuse me?”

“………Fine. Just make sure you learn well from that Sasaki guy.”

“……? Thank you for the support.”

I wonder why.

Even as she smiled and waved me off.

Liu’s gaze was── chillingly cold.

…What did I do wrong?

*

Late at night, in the Special Class classroom.

In a place that should have been empty, several shadows loomed.

While everyone else was seated, Liu stepped forward to address the platform.

“That’s all.”

“…What are you proposing here?”

“What you heard is exactly what I mean, Your Highness.”

“Liu, what did you….”

What did I just hear?

Crown Princess Kim Eun-ha stared at Liu, who remained expressionless.

But even under the filed gaze of the Crown Princess, Liu was unflinching.

She simply surveyed ‘everyone’ gathered there.

“Who are those who gathered here?”

“Liu.”

“The Crown Princess of the Daehan Empire and the next Emperor, the head of the Arthur family and a rising power, the Church’s Saint, the American Hero, and even a Rich Tycoon.”

“………….”

“Literally, they are the ones who can shake the world. That’s why we’ve met since childhood.”

“…Liu Yen, what you’re saying is.”

Though it sounded arrogant, it was partially true, and Kim Sung-il opened his eyes that had been closed before.

Normally, it wouldn’t be worth listening to.

But considering the fact that he was the only sincere friend to confide in and the only diviner closest to the Daehan Imperial family, I couldn’t take it lightly.

“Are you suggesting the six of us to combine our efforts?”

“Of course, but discreetly.”

“…Liu, do you think Namgoong Min would be happy about such an idea?”

Lucas, who had silently listened in, chimed in at that moment.

Though I understood his heart, it was natural for the main party, Namgoong Min, not to be present. He was the main antagonist to any such plan.

Lucas was genuinely concerned for his friend.

But Liu’s gaze was resolute.

“Lucas, it seems the Saint has already decided, hasn’t she?”

“What do you mean…?”

“…We owe a debt to the Fortuneteller.”

That was a lie.

Though Raphael Martina wouldn’t usually cooperate in matters like this, the circumstances were unique.

We needed to act to avoid ‘her’ who would visit the academy.

“Two in favor, three against.”

Liu and the Saint were in favor.

The Crown Princess, the Crown Prince, and Lucas opposed.

Thus, the ball was back in their court.

“The malicious woman and the Hero.”

“………….”

“……….”

“What’s your choice?”

After deeply considering it, Rain finally nodded.

“Rain!”

“Lucas, I understand your concern. But… it’s worth a shot.”

“It would be a disaster if Namgoong Min finds out.”

“I know that very well.”

“Then why…!”

Yet, with each day’s training under Sasaki Ito, I would lose my tea time with Namgoong Min.

Though I always earnestly quarrelled with Liu, at that moment, our interests aligned.

Then.

“Now it’s three in favor, three against.”

“………….”

“Which leaves the Hero… Legion, it’s up to you.”

“…I just have one question to ask…”

“What is it?”

Ultimately, the final decision fell to the Hero.

Understanding him better than anyone else, he gazed quietly at the arrogant Rich Tycoon standing before them.

“Is this a matter of… greed… or consideration…?”

“……….”

“…Answer carefully…”

I’ve heard of the matter with the Mediator.

The Saint, who had understood that Namgoong Min told the past directly to her, had shared everything.

Simultaneously, she added a remark.

── I told you that I saw His Highness Namgoong Min’s past… But you wouldn’t reveal it to him.

──……Why…?

──…Because I want him to tell me himself, just like you.

So it was with that question in mind.

Was this because of a desire to shorten the time with Namgoong Min?

Or was it, knowing his past, a gesture to help him achieve what he longs for?

The Rich Tycoon, along with the female students, understood well the feelings for Namgoong Min, all of them aware of his past, thus able to ask such a question.

As Liu fell into momentary silence, she finally answered.

“…It’s both.”

“……In that case, I will cooperate….”

“Great.”

“Wait a moment. Are you serious?”

“Crown Princess, if you find this unappealing, you’re free to leave. But just like I mentioned earlier… our Fortuneteller must not find out.”

“………….”

“You called him ‘our Min,’ didn’t you? It’s about helping our Min.”

“……….”

“What about you, Your Highness, and Lucas?”

“…I won’t cooperate, but I won’t disclose anything to Namgoong Min either.”

“Same for me, Liu.”

“Fine. Even if you both sit this out, the rest of us are enough.”

Thus, only the five of us were in sync with the plan: Liu, Rain, the Hero, the Saint, and the silent Crown Princess.

That’s more than enough strength.

With satisfaction blooming at our plans coming together, Liu began speaking.

“Then from now on, let’s discuss this plan…”

Whether it be out of greed or consideration,

“…regarding our scheme for match-fixing.”