I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 162

Yeonhee couldn’t comprehend this moment at all.

‘How on earth… did this happen?’

It was just a festival today.

Enjoying a date with her boyfriend, eating with friends, and casually participating in the preliminary rounds.

She had managed to win her first match by sheer luck. Although she learned swordsmanship from her boyfriend, who was a Swordsman, it was honestly just for show.

Her flashy swordplay was all style with no substance.

Naturally, she was satisfied. After all, she was an Actor, and thanks to her visually stunning but technically lacking sword skills, she always managed to snag leading roles in plays starring martial arts or combat.

For Yeonhee, that was where her relationship with the sword ended.

“Yeonhee! Yeonhee! Yeonhee! Yeonhee!”

“Is Yeonhee a goddess? Is Yeonhee a goddess?”

“How did Yeonhee become a strong fighter!”

“Show us the best sword skill among Actors! Show us the power of Jeongbae!!”

‘What is this!?’

She couldn’t handle the praise and cheers flooding the arena.

Strong fighter? The best sword skills among Actors?

That was nonsense. She had barely won the first match by flailing her sword around!

‘And what about those odds!’

Her betting odds for this match stood at 9:1.

That meant 9 out of 10 people had predicted Yeonhee would win. This was typically a figure no one saw outside battles between combat and non-combat jobs.

If it had been something like 6:4 or 7:3, she would have thought she had a decent advantage. But 9:1 was over the top.

‘And…’

While Yeonhee shook with pressure, her opponent stood calmly with two swords, none other than Namgoong Min.

She personally had no feelings toward Namgoong Min, but since her boyfriend frequently talked about him, she knew a bit about him.

Namgoong Min was a natural talent.

During the first semester’s examination at the Great Lake, he was the instigator who led everyone to allow her boyfriend, who had been eliminated early on, to retake the test.

Her boyfriend called him a revolutionary, but honestly, it looked more like instigation to her.

The only silver lining was that he was also considered the weakest among the academy because he mostly played the Fortuneteller class.

And that facade crumbled when the results of the first match were announced.

Gias Rotinel was a well-known figure, and no miraculous stroke of luck could help her win against him.

So why, in the world, were the odds at 9:1?

‘Could it be… No way.’

For a moment, she considered that Namgoong Min might have stirred things up—but she quickly dismissed it.

Why on earth would he go out of his way to engage in such petty and malicious tricks?

She didn’t suspect he would think of betting against himself to cash out.

“Yeonhee.”

“…Yes, Namgoong Min.”

“Shall we start soon?”

“Well… I guess.”

There was only so much escapism one could endure. The announcement of the match start had already been made.

With Yeonhee frozen under pressure, Namgoong Min remained still as well.

Now, they needed to begin the match.

Clang.

‘I absolutely cannot lose!’

Wearing a flashy outfit fit for a stage and with her long hair tied in a ponytail, Yeonhee deliberately drew her precious sword.

Dressing in non-combat-oriented attire and bringing a ceremonial sword was to promote the play at the martial arts competition and to imprint her identity as an Actor.

If she won, more sponsors would remember her as a student named Yeonhee, and if she lost… if she lost…

‘My monthly allowance…!’

It wasn’t just her victory that was at stake.

The allowance she had used to place her wager would vanish without a trace.

Sweating nervously, Yeonhee looked at Namgoong Min, who was also holding a sword.

‘He said the other sword is a backup for after a throwing sword, right?’

That was valuable intel she heard from a friend who had watched the first match.

As she focused on the second sword that Namgoong Min hadn’t drawn yet.

Namgoong Min made the first move.

Swish!

‘He’s moving just like in the last match.’

He had also charged forward against Gias Rotinel.

She had no tricks for attacking from a distance, so Yeonhee merely watched as Namgoong Min dashed toward her and swung her sword at him.

The precious sword shone, catching the light, and her adorned outfit fluttered.

Having practiced only her form, the way Yeonhee swung the sword was picturesque.

At that moment, the audience was captivated by her glorious display.

Clang!

Yeonhee realized as her sword clashed with Namgoong Min’s.

‘Ah.’

She couldn’t win.

The phrase her boyfriend always told her while teaching her swordsmanship echoed in her mind.

“Sword fights between Swordsmen depend more on sight than sword skills.”

The scope of the fight, the opportunities, and awareness of the situation.

If one’s swordsmanship isn’t overwhelmingly superior, that could determine the outcome.

And what she felt was…

‘Namgoong Min…’

His unnaturally dilated right pupil was.

Taking in countless details all at once.

In the end, the polished swordsmanship she learned as an Actor couldn’t compete with such broad vision.

…But didn’t he glance at the odds board just now? Was it her imagination…?

*

There was a saying from a show she watched on TV as a child.

In an animated series featuring a yellow sponge, a starfish, and a squid in a city beneath the sea.

The red crab who played the restaurant owner said,

“Money is always right.”

What a profound statement.

In the end, it was all about money—the suicide of her parents, the cultist brat who took her in, and the exhausting work she did to care for Jisoo, all stemmed from financial concerns.

So, it was entirely justified for her to guide the betting odds.

“How much is this…?”

The exchange had already slipped into the second evening of the interaction meeting.

She had participated in seven matches and won them all.

And every single one of them was an underdog bet.

It was a life-sustaining form of instigation.

‘It was sweet.’

The biggest payouts came from the second and third matches.

Up to that point, winning could still be attributed to luck or the opponent underestimating her, making instigation feasible. But starting from the fourth and fifth wins, that rationale stopped working.

It was a commonsensical conclusion. Thus, she adjusted her strategy.

After her fifth match, she pretended to limp.

No student would bet on an injured Fortuneteller.

Thanks to such tactics, by the end of her seventh match, she wrapped up with about 7:3 in underdog odds, a fantastic return.

Just looking at her account gave her a sense of security deep inside, but still, there was a lingering feeling of inadequacy.

It wasn’t greed; it was debt.

“I have a trillion in debt….”

When Liu’s character event emerged, one of the conditions was to have borrowed over a trillion from Liu.

‘Did I borrow that much?’

The most she had received was artifacts, a private jet, treatment at Liu’s hospital, living expenses from Liu, and yet…

Hmm.

‘Yeah, I borrowed a lot.’

To be honest, it was all Liu’s excessive ruthlessness. Sometimes it was described as debt, sometimes a gift; all the little amounts she didn’t even remember were all handled by Liu, accumulating quietly as debt.

No wonder she felt that her amassed funds never seemed to decrease; she had unknowingly left everything to Liu.

To resolve that, she had prompted the betting odds.

The betting on the martial arts competition was officially run by the academy, so there were limits on the amounts that could be wagered, but still, she managed to gain a huge sum of 20 billion through underdog bets!

Now, she just needed 50 more such large-scale legal events like this one!

“Will it happen….”

Combining her accumulated funds, she had about a hundred billion.

Honestly, that was an astronomical amount she’d only seen on the news, not something one could touch. An amount that would take a lifetime to spend extravagantly.

But there was little desire in her heart.

Had she caught the financial sense of the Special Class kids? Maybe.

But more fundamentally, she had an inkling.

“Jisoo.”

What meaning was there in spending it alone? Without her younger sister?

From the moment she refused her parents’ joint suicide suggestion in their childhood,

Namgoong Jisoo, her younger sister, had become the reason for her life.

She was troublesome. She was unpleasant. She got annoyed easily. She was picky. She whined.

Yet, at some point, she turned mature. Calm. She cared for family. She cared for her.

It felt like she could indulge in luxury or anything else only if she had her that girl.

As thoughts of Namgoong Jisoo filled her mind, she simply closed her eyes.

Falling into sleep like that,

She could dream of happier times.

She didn’t resist the encroaching sleep.

*

The third day of the interaction meeting dawned.

It was the day when the preliminary rounds, which had spanned three days, concluded, and the main event participants were determined.

While the Romance Academy was still buzzing with sights, food, tests, and competitions, everyone’s interest was focused on one thing.

“Have the main event participants been confirmed yet?”

“For now, the Crown Princess from Team A and Sasaki Ito are guaranteed, and the Arthur siblings from Team B seem likely. Oh, and the Saint and Hero from Group E as well.”

“A lot of first-years, huh?”

“Honestly, compared to our second and fourth years, first-years have an overwhelmingly good talent pool. After all, the Special Class only exists in the first year.”

“The third year… we only have Senior Kim Ha-neul and President Lily. But only President Lily participated in the martial arts competition?”

“I heard Senior Kim Ha-neul had something going on. Anyway, the fourth years are just okay, and we… have that young master?”

“That young master is a definite one. There aren’t any others?”

“Honestly, anyone else mentioned just now would be eliminated immediately if they advanced. Half of the contenders for the championship are first-years; that’s impressive.”

It would be tonight that the confirmation of the main event participants would be finalized. There were still three matches left to go.

But considering the current records and the upcoming matchups, there were several who were essentially guaranteed a slot in the main event.

And among the students, curiosity swirled around one crucial question: who would be the championship contender.

Who is the strongest? The debates raged, transcending both combat and non-combat jobs.

While most students focused on the celebrities, a few were seriously entering the betting pools.

“Isn’t this… possible?”

“Are you serious? She’s a Fortuneteller.”

“Don’t forget that the Fortuneteller has won all seven matches!”

“That was because the matchups were incredibly favorable!”

“But those favorable matchups didn’t only apply to her. Even if she got lucky without facing any combat jobs, achieving a perfect victory holds significant weight.”

“So… is she going to win the three matches coming up?”

“It’s not just that. If, if she wins all three…?”

She would have achieved ten straight victories.

Naturally, she would enter the main event.

While there had been instances in the academy’s history of non-combat jobs advancing with such brackets,

If it was the first-time Fortuneteller who had also joined the Special Class…

“………Insane.”

Unlike the betting that began before the match, the betting on the probability of specific students advancing to the main event took place before the martial arts competition commenced.

There, Namgoong Min’s odds were─ practically 10:0, yet an exceptionally small number of underdog gamblers placed their bets on him.

If Namgoong Min truly made it to the main event,

……We might see the largest payouts in the history of Romance Academy from this martial arts competition.

Whether he was aware of that or not, Namgoong Min, preparing for his eighth match, rubbed his eyes.

‘Once today passes.’

He could enjoy the interaction meeting with Liu, Eun-ha, Rain, and Eileen together.

Then, he would surely meet Cloel Martina.

The character event he couldn’t encounter in the game could finally begin, with a chance stemming from the Saint’s character event.

But first and foremost, he needed to win.

Just entering the main event would guarantee him a Job Skill Name Change Right.

With a resolute determination, Namgoong Min finally checked the twin swords at his waist and stepped onto the arena.

“Namgoong Min! Namgoong Min! Namgoong Min!”

“The embodiment of underdog bets!”

“This time, it’s definitely a sure bet!”

“Did you see Namgoong Min’s seven underdog wins? It’s definitely an underdog win!”

“Honestly, declaring Namgoong Min’s victory as an underdog is proven by statistics!”

Odds at 6:4.

At this point, the odds could flip completely.

Well, it was supposed to have flipped long ago; he had just dragged it out with instigation and acting and got enough out of it.

Now, only the advancement to the main event remained.

With a renewed determination, Namgoong Min focused on his opponent.

‘Luke Ebenstein.’

A second-year Architect.

Even among non-combat jobs, he was considered one of the most skilled, alongside the Blacksmith.

He didn’t even need to be at the academy.

But he chose to be here because he wanted to.

‘Just be cautious of the Architect’s skills.’

The Architect’s Job Skills for restoring buildings and terrain were powerful, but they were not meant for battle.

The casting time was long, and one would be vulnerable while using them, so if one charged in or threw a sword well──

“──Finally.”

“………?”

“It’s the moment of destiny.”

Luke Ebenstein had a rather ordinary appearance.

He wasn’t particularly ugly or handsome, just plain.

With an average height and a body devoid of any distinguishing features.

As a second-year, there were no connections or encounters with Namgoong Min.

Thus,

…There was no reason for him to glare at him like that.

Luke Ebenstein smiled.

Ku-gugugu!

Slowly.

He would trap both Namgoong Min and himself in a dome made of dirt where no one could see.