I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 164

To truly become Namgoong Min.

There was no sign of him lying. According to <Observation>, I detected no hints of deceit in his breathing, pulse, or speech.

But.

“Uh… Namgoong Min?”

“What is it?”

“You seem okay in other aspects, but the part where the god said he would restore my daily life if he kills me… you wavered even as you spoke it.”

“………”

“You know it, right? Even if you succeed in killing me, that former god would never restore your everyday life.”

“………”

You’ve just had your position usurped by Jisoo, and with your lacking power, you couldn’t even properly set the environment to create ‘me’.

‘A life without Jisoo and that cultist brat?’

Can that really be called Namgoong Min?

At the very least, the ‘me’ present here cannot be him.

It was because of Jisoo that I held onto hope, and it was only due to that cultist brat that I faced every hardship in my life.

While it’s true that I personally want to kill that cultist brat, I won’t deny his profound impact on my personality.

After all, can a god that couldn’t even create those variables truly restore the everyday life of the Namgoong Min standing there?

“What do you believe in?”

“………”

“I see you as somewhat immature and not very good at controlling your emotions, but you’re not stupid.”

Is it escapism?

I’ve directed my hatred towards Jisoo, who usurped the throne, and towards the one who raised him, but something nagged at me.

“Heh, heh heh…”

“Did my stomach just really tear for that long?”

“Ruhuh… Hey, Namgoong Min.”

“What?”

“Do… your fortune-telling right in front of me.”

“…Huh?”

I shot him a glare at the sudden request, but even while coughing up blood, his smile didn’t fade.

After a brief moment of contemplation, I opened my mouth.

<Incredibly Useful Fortunetelling>.

“…What is that?”

“Don’t ask anything.”

Damn it. You’re killing the mood entirely.

Startled by the ridiculous skill name I murmured, another version of me gaped at the tarot cards appearing in thin air.

“Do the fortune-telling.”

“What about?”

“What would happen if you killed me?”

“……<If I die at the hands of another Namgoong Min, what happens to the usurped god?>“

As I shuffled the tarot cards, I posed the question.

I drew three cards.

[Job Skill <Incredibly Useful Fortunetelling> Complete!

Fortune-telling Content: <If I die at the hands of another Namgoong Min, what happens to the usurped god?>
Fortune Outcome: <Death>, <Judgment>, <The Emperor>.
Fortune Result: …The usurped god will die. Torn to shreds by a new god, losing even his form. However, while the usurped god dies, he does not cease to exist. After waiting a long time until the angry and disillusioned new god suicides, he will reverse the usurpation.
Ultimately, the god will return to his original place.
Chance of the result being executed as is: ???% (It’s fate.)]

“………”

As the shocking outcome left me momentarily speechless, another me muttered as if sure of it.

“I don’t need to ask what the result was.”

“How could you…”

“It’s fate. It’s just fate.”

Fate? What does that mean──

“The responding entity to a fortuneteller’s job skill is a kind of artificial intelligence.”

“What?”

“It could be said to be the world created by the usurped one and the new god… It’s what answers our job skills.”

“………”

“If interpreting the fortunetelling and deriving probabilities is the essence of this world, then if that result is the future predicted by the world…”

──Then that truly is fate.

“Exactly. I don’t fully trust that god, the usurped one. Rather, I trust the fortune-telling. It’s been the only thing I’ve had since I was a child.”

“………”

“And according to the fortune, it said that if you kill me, then he would once again usurp the divine seat. If he were the current him, even with lacking power, he wouldn’t be lacking once returned as the creator.”

“……What about waiting until then? Will you really have to wait?”

“What a foolish question, Namgoong Min.”

“What?”

“Anyway, my parents are dead, and all that’s left for me is the desire to kill you.”

“So… if I don’t try, I won’t know?”

“You know well.”

Only then did I realize clearly.

The ‘me’ in this world without Jisoo or that cultist brat is certainly different from ‘me,’ but he’s undeniably still Namgoong Min.

“Killing you could rely on him again through fate, but what will be left if I quit now?”

“………”

“I’ll ask one thing. Are you really going to… spare me after this?”

……My head was in turmoil.

Regardless of everything, another me loyally follows that former god. After all, there’s no other choice.

But can’t that be solved if a new method is suggested?

‘………But I can’t even contact Jisoo.’

Knowing that, is that why the former god permits the other me to roam free?

Because he knows there’s no choice but to follow him?

At this point, I find myself questioning.

‘Were you really lacking in power?’

The former god I’ve seen until now was overwhelming.

His presence, his influence, everyone he commanded was too hard to believe was the usurped god.

Could such a being, who seemed so powerful, truly have lacked the strength to create ‘me,’ excluding the two biggest factors that make me up?

While doubts deepened, no answers could be heard.

In the end, there’s no choice but to face the former god again.

“………”

Despite having a lengthy conversation, the other me still appeared fine. The body of a job holder can withstand wounds from a sword for quite a while.

If needed, I could carry on the discussion longer.

“Now go.”

“……So you’ll really spare me?”

“Why would I kill you? Well, I did have the mind to, but… Just get lost.”

“…………”

The Namgoong Min over there, is still Namgoong Min.

Another Namgoong Min sought to kill me, but is his sin entirely his?

‘I don’t plan to forgive him at all.’

But I don’t have the desire to kill him for his sins either.

Though one condition was necessary.

“One last thing.”

“……What is it?”

“I understand the reason you want to kill me. Now that I’ve spared you, you’ll definitely be seeking my life.”

“………”

“However, don’t target my friends… don’t harm the innocent.”

“……So you want to end this just between us?”

“This is a warning, not a suggestion. Don’t mistake it.”

Ending this just between us? How ridiculous.

Another me will seek help from the Emperor, the Principal, and The Mediator, while I too will draw on my friends’ strength.

Even if we are to receive help, our blades should only point towards each other.

Otherwise.

“You wouldn’t want to end up assassinated without a clue, would you?”

“………I’ll keep that in mind.”

I don’t know how the conclusion with the other me will turn out.

But it was a sufficient answer.

*

“Failed creation, completely beaten, huh?”

“……Principal.”

“What’s wrong? Didn’t you call me ‘Your Majesty’? Want me to widen that hole in your stomach?”

“………I’m sorry.”

“Seriously, these young kids these days. Especially a fortuneteller? If that former god hadn’t directly requested, I wouldn’t have been involved with someone like you.”

“……Yes.”

The Emperor, the Principal, and The Mediator. Those who could hear the whispers of the former god also participated in the ‘education’ of another Namgoong Min.

Manipulating the mind, controlling the body, conducting all sorts of experiments with magic and contracts.

While maintaining ‘Namgoong Min’s’ personality left dramatic changes impossible, they still managed to endow him with physical abilities far exceeding an ordinary <Fortuneteller>, along with a brilliant mind.

‘And still lose?’

Even while bleeding from a hole in his stomach?

No one, not even the Principal, knew what transpired within the dome created from dirt. Though it was a dome she conjured herself, upon returning to the dome from the subspace created via Namgoong Min’s skill, she couldn’t ascertain all the details of it.

However, if she hadn’t intervened right after he returned from subspace, the situation could have escalated.

It was true he had a hole in his stomach, but Luke Ebenstein entered that domewhile the one who came out was another Namgoong Min.

“You should be thanking me, huh? Good thing I was quick-witted, or else your existence would have become known to every student.”

“……Thank you…….”

“Tch, you should have said that earlier.”

However, the Principal herself had suffered considerable ‘losses.’

As the dome collapsed, it relocated to the arena, draping the jacket she wore over the failed creation.

And while giving unwarranted praise to Namgoong Min, she was also hiding the failed creation’s existence as best as she could by claiming treatment as an excuse to relocate him altogether.

In the end, it meant that the Principal disrespected a mere <Fortuneteller>, allowing the greatest Battle Wizard to submit to her.

‘I don’t like it.’

Both the failed creation and Namgoong Min annoy me. If I could, I would want to completely expel him from my sight… but…

‘Why is it so? Why does everyone look at me this way?’

How could a mere fortuneteller effectively lead the class with the most brilliant talents and special jobs?

That heroes, royalty, psychics, warlocks, saints would call a trivial fortuneteller their friend?

‘What a ridiculous matter. No doubt about it.’

This world should be led by job holders. They ought to rule over the foolish and weak commoners, taking care of them personally.

And most non-combat jobs have their usefulness. While they can’t compare to combat jobs that engage directly in battles, they’re worthy of some respect.

But isn’t <Fortuneteller> different?

A worthless job that possesses no significance other than telling useless fortunes—a disgrace among job holders.

Because of this, the Principal found fault with the existence of Namgoong Min, the failed creation.

She simply tolerated it because of what the former god mentioned.

“Take that foolish wound and apply this medicine. All of it’s an artifact, you know? Don’t touch useless things.”

“……Understood.”

“It should heal in about a month. Until then, just behave.”

As she looked away from the obedient failed creation, the Principal clicked her tongue.

It’s known she’s hiding it, but wouldn’t it be better to just leave him outside the academy altogether?

The Romance Academy, where she was Principal, is a stronghold for promising students of the future. Having a fortuneteller wandering around such a place…

“Ah… disgusting.”

Well, since that guy Namgoong Min has become a ‘student,’ it’s already akin to being smeared in filth.

It wouldn’t make a difference if there were two fortunetellers now.

After sneering multiple times at her irritation, the Principal entered deeper into the hidden stronghold.

Prepared only for one person, in that space was.

“You… this is such… a thing…”

“Oh my, what’s wrong? Even if they’re special jobs, it seems you’re still the one who returned defeated by some kids. Even if I had lost, I would have done the same?”

“His Majesty the Emperor…!”

“Well, the Emperor would certainly throw you out if he could benefit from doing so. Just as he did with the Kim Ha-neul incident.”

Even now, I’m on my way to sign the expulsion paperwork.

After thinking briefly about the third year royalty, the Principal quickly smiled and glared at The Mediator.

“But don’t worry. It’s my kindness, you know? You’ll definitely be able to assist the Emperor you follow to the very end.”

“The Curse…! The Creator…!!”

“How can a man deprived of his place by a hero say such things?”

“Principal!!!”

“Can’t return the job skill, but… I can certainly send a good gift to the church.”

Seeing the screaming mediator, the Principal smiled satisfactorily.

After all, he wouldn’t be able to leave this room anyway, nor would he be able to move from here.

There’s no need for a long wait until he’s sufficiently ‘completed.’

“The way the mediator turned out is really a shame, but… heh heh.”

If she uses the mediator, she could acquire what she desires from the church.

The Emperor, Principal, and Mediator all follow the whispers of the former god, but their core is the overwhelming desires they wish to fulfill.

Some wish for the daughter they lost.

Others only wish for fanatic devotion.

And some are.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

For a limitless life and eternal youth.

──The world should be led by job holders. Among them, the superior class is particularly the special jobs.

So for a proper world, it is of utmost importance that the Principal, who has the most experience and skill among them, must live longer than anyone else.

This isn’t just for her own sake, but a noble decision for the world.

“Don’t you agree? That’s why you haven’t stopped my actions, right?”

Closing the door and speaking to the empty void.

The Principal smiled.

The time to fulfill her long-held wishes was drawing near.