I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 165

My original goal was singular.

To see the perfect ending and meet my younger sister.

But now, another goal has unexpectedly arisen.

‘The Usurped God.’

Jisoo was chosen as a hero by that entity, fought for decades, and ultimately usurped the divine throne.

As a result, he exists as a god in this world, but he’s not omnipotent; currently, he’s in a situation where he’s recovering his power.

And I learned that the Former God is trying to reclaim the divine position again.

‘…Why did Jisoo call me to this world?’

I still don’t know why Jisoo summoned me to this world.

The game Jisoo was making perfectly mirrored this world, so maybe he exerted a form of divine power.

Jisoo told me to be happy in this world, but… is that really all?

‘And if I die, Jisoo…’

He said that he’d fall into rage and despair and ultimately have his divine position stolen.

I don’t blindly believe in the results of fortune-telling, but… it’s still unsettling.

Since I had no intention of dying, my new goal has become clear.

‘The Usurped God, the Former God… I must eliminate them, even if it means killing them.’

The Former God, having been usurped, has a presence so unstable that his entire body is made of cracks.

Looking back, his actions were bizarre in every sense.

While he ordered my death, he also prevented Jisoo from interfering with me, and sometimes even helped me.

Now that I think about it, it makes sense.

‘To understand Jisoo, who usurped his position, he looks into me, who raised Jisoo…’

In a way, it’s a very godly perspective. After all, he created another version of me.

That’s why he aided me. If I died before he understood me, it would be troublesome, and he also didn’t want me to be ruined by Jisoo.

Yet at the same time, he seeks to kill me. Even if I’m a failed version, I created another me, and if I die, the Former God can regain his divine throne.

‘No matter how I look at it, he’s the enemy.’

In the end, there’s only one conclusion.

If Jisoo is my enemy, then he’s my enemy as well.

Whether it’s possible or not, well— you won’t know until you try.

‘What would Jisoo say to me…?’

Jisoo hated it when someone interfered with his problems. Especially if that someone was me.

At first, I was hurt by that, but now I understand it was his way of caring. It was a struggle to keep others from getting entangled in his issues.

After all, didn’t he once tell me to live happily in this world? He might still loathe the thought of me intervening in his matter of killing the Former God.

“But what can I do? We’re family.”

It’s rich coming from him since he’d do the same if I were in danger.

‘The enemies are the Former God, the Principal, the Emperor, the Mediator, and the other me.’

There may be more, but for now, those are all the dangerous beings I know.

Those whispering to that bastard and helping another me.

‘If that bastard could intervene in reality, there wouldn’t be a need for me to even raise my limbs.’

Having been usurped by Jisoo, that bastard can’t freely intervene in reality now.

So if I can deal with the Principal, Emperor, Mediator, and the other me…

I might just buy enough time, or maybe even reach that bastard.

For that—

*

“I need your help. I sincerely… ask you.”

Silence lingered in the classroom.

Despite the ongoing bustling event outside, the Special Class classroom, always grand and elaborate, was eerily quiet.

Only I, standing at the podium with my head bowed, raised my voice.

In the stillness, someone finally spoke up.

“So… you have another you, and that guy wants to kill you?”

“That’s right, Lucas.”

I hadn’t even brought up the Former God yet.

If I were to spill everything I knew, it might just sound ridiculous.

But I did reveal that there’s another me, that he wants to kill me, and that someone is cooperating with him.

After all, if the other me keeps trying to kill me, it’ll become common knowledge sooner or later.

“…I just want to ask one thing.”

“Go ahead, Crown Prince Your Highness.”

“If this other you exists… which of you is the real one?”

“Both of us are.”

“…………”

“He’s the Namgoong Min of this world… and I’m the Namgoong Min from another world.”

…It was something I had to say, but as soon as I did, a sense of helplessness washed over me.

It was already something I’d revealed to the Hero. But he had spoken with Jisoo, making it easier to communicate.

But the Crown Prince, Lucas, the Saint, Liu, Eun-ha, Rain, and Eileen…

How would they take my story?

A silly joke? A horrible lie? An unexpected betrayal? A confusing perplexity?

No matter how they take it… it’s a burden I’ll have to bear.

“Another world, huh.”

“That’s right.”

“Then you mean to say you came here from beyond the Gate?”

“That… probably isn’t the case. I just found myself here one day.”

“…Then the you we know is the past of the other you.”

“………That would be correct.”

With that much said, how could I possibly not speak?

I took a deep breath and looked around at the faces in the room.

Lucas and the Crown Prince wore complicated expressions.

The Hero, as usual, was expressionless.

The Saint had a look of unease.

Eileen was merely smiling.

Eun-ha was casting a somewhat burdensome gaze.

And Liu and Rain seemed to be playfully nudging each other under the desk, for some reason.

Everyone from the Special Class, including Eileen, had gathered.

These were the friends I could trust in this world, no, in all the worlds.

Even if they might betray me first, I would never betray them.

For that reason, I could speak even amid the pressure of burden and anxiety.

“I have…”

—parents and a younger sister.

*

Liu was happy.

At the same time, she felt an unmatched sense of satisfaction.

‘Namgoong Min… is speaking directly.’

It wasn’t that this rude, obnoxious person forced him to show it; he was sharing his past of his own will.

The childhood filled with tragedy that she had seen vividly before.

Revealing such a past to others requires immense courage and a strong trust in those others.

Liu felt elated that she was trusted by Namgoong Min.

But at the same time, she felt discomfort knowing others were present.

‘It would be better if it were just me.’

No, it would have been enough if it were just the two of us.

If it were only her, she could comfort him, hold him, depend on him, and combine their powers to resolve all his worries.

And moreover…

She could have firmly established that only she could stand by Namgoong Min’s side.

As Liu momentarily fell into a blissful illusion, she glanced at Rain Arthur, who was sitting next to her, feeling the pain underneath the desk.

‘That damn, despicable girl.’

She had to act as if it was the first time hearing about the past she already knew, so she couldn’t afford to act like she was aware or fall into delusions.

Thus, they decided to pinch each other if they became too immersed, but using superpowers for pinching is beyond common sense, isn’t it?

Wondering whether to poke him with the artifact she had, Liu quickly brushed the thought aside and focused on Namgoong Min.

‘The Mediator… and the other Namgoong Min.’

The Mediator was genuinely an unpleasant girl, but the other Namgoong Min surpassed mere unpleasantness to the level of disgust.

He had the same face and voice as the Namgoong Min she knew, making it worse.

The fact that he acted as both a trusted companion and someone she liked was sufficient reason for Liu to want to take down the other Namgoong Min.

‘I have a feeling the other girls feel similarly…’

Not just Liu, but all four of the female students present had seen Namgoong Min’s past.

And Liu instinctively realized that the other three were likely thinking along the same lines.

She didn’t want to know what those other girls were thinking as they fawned over Namgoong Min, but…

Considering the peculiar bond and sense of homogeneity they had formed, she could assert her suspicions.

‘Maybe the problem lies on that side.’

Lucas, the Crown Prince, the Saint, and the Hero.

Lucas and the Crown Prince were focused on listening to Namgoong Min’s story, but the Hero and the Saint were something else entirely.

The Hero always wore the same expressionless face, so that was expected.

But the Saint’s reaction felt strange.

‘…Is he flustered? Or shocked?’

Why was he reacting that way?

Squinting at the Saint, Raphael Martina, Liu noted that aside from the second-rate Saintess over there, he was currently the only officially recognized Saint and head of the Inquisition.

In a sense, he was the most influential person in the room.

But if he intended to be opposed to Namgoong Min…

He must be eliminated. No matter who it is.

Suddenly, as if sensing my gaze, the Saint turned his head.

But Liu, naturally, simply redirected her eyes back to Namgoong Min.

It wasn’t only Liu who reacted this way.

The Psychic, Crown Princess, and the Saintess all exchanged glances but then diverted their gazes.

‘I’ll have to use people.’

It wouldn’t be easy to get close to the Saint, but—

If it’s for Namgoong Min, Liu was ready to do anything.

Even if it meant staining her hands with blood.

She had no qualms about it.

*

Day three of the event, evening.

The aerial city experiences both a swift sunrise and a rapid sunset. But the gates of Romance Academy never darken.

The City of Eternal Night. Floating in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, Romance Academy brightly illuminated every corner without hesitation.

Entertainment venues for outsiders, stores eagerly soliciting customers, competitions and exams only held at night, and the academy’s extravagant decorations.

In fact, the later it got, the more the event prospered.

In a church located somewhat away from those crowded night streets…

<The Saint> Raphael Martina was deep in thought.

“…The sinner, my comrade, is from another world…”

Today, Namgoong Min had confessed a part of his past in class.

Raphael had an instinct. Among those present, he would be the only one who felt shaken.

‘Everyone else has agreed to cooperate.’

The four female students naturally did, and Lucas and the Crown Prince also expressed their willingness to collaborate.

What surprised Raphael was Legion. Despite their somewhat amicable relationship, when he attempted to converse with Legion, Legion accepted without hesitation to help Namgoong Min.

As if he had already heard about Namgoong Min’s past once.

‘During that two-day trip? …That’s a meaningless thought now.’

Among those present, he was the only one who had requested a moment of time.

Raphael’s mind was clouded with confusion.

“…Of all times, why now?”

On his desk, piled high with theology and scripture, lay three pieces of paper.

One was a summary of Namgoong Min’s past.

One was a letter from the Pope.

And the last one was a report.

And all three were shaking Raphael to his core.

Especially the last report.

“……….”

The content of the report was straightforward. It merely listed the names of clergy sent to the academy for the event.

Since it contained both those friendly to the Saint and spies of the Pope, caution was necessary.

But what Raphael was more concerned about was a particular individual.

“…How should I address her?”

The Sister, Cloel Martina.

A formal Sister hoping to join the Inquisition.

However, she had always been denied her request by Raphael.

The true stepsister of the real ‘Raphael Martina.’

At the same time, she was the person Raphael Martina, <The Saint>, was most uncomfortable meeting.

Because the pure boy known as Raphael Martina was already dead.

The secret of the Saints and Saintesses, apart from the other Saints or perhaps only the Pope would know it.

Therefore, the Saint couldn’t face her at all.

“Huh…”

Should I take a moment to clear my head?

Ditching his treasured priest robe, with just a hood covering him and a mace for protection, Raphael jumped out the window.

After all, the priests of the church wouldn’t carelessly invade his room, so this outing wouldn’t be noticed.

Having strolled about a few times, Raphael navigated the roofs with the ease of familiarity, looking down at the bustling streets of the event.

The blowing wind, the cold air, and the loud activities of people.

Watching the scene from a distance allowed Raphael to let go of his complicated thoughts and follow the current.

As Raphael hummed along to the music drifting from afar, he turned his head at a sudden stirring.

‘…Who is it?’

In this place, aside from a couple of street lamps, nothing was illuminated.

Since it was the area gathering the church and student facilities, with all students running out to the event, it felt almost deserted.

It could be a student returning from the festivities, but…

Something felt off.

‘One man… and one woman.’

Moreover, it looked like one was forcibly dragging the other along.

Feeling something was amiss, Raphael drew out his protective mace and quietly followed behind.

“—Stop it—Please—”

“—There’s something I need to discuss—”

‘…This doesn’t sound good.’

One person rejecting, the other one pushing forward recklessly.

Having heard this much, there was no room for misinterpretation. Gently stroking the mace, Raphael leaped forward.

‘If possible, I’ll aim for a strike to subdue them—’

“Nun! You mustn’t do this!”

“What’s the problem…? I’m just trying to talk to this person! Just comply!”

“Uu…”

“—?”

And only after getting closer did he realize.

The one resisting was none other than the well-known Fortuneteller.

And the one pushing was the Sister with a familiar face.

In an instant, as Raphael stepped back…

“Hey! Someone! Help me!”

“What? Don’t misunderstand! I’m simply trying to have a talk with this person!”

“…Oh, great.”

“Raphael? Is that really you?”

“You’ve come, Saint?”

“Dammit.”

Why are they even here…?