I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 215

Even so, is there a bond between a father and son?

While I didn’t care much about myself and Kim Woo-sung, it seemed unexpected to see Kim Sung-il join in, causing the Emperor to frown.

“Sung-il, what are you doing?”

“I’m inheriting the throne, Father.”

“The throne? Haven’t you already received it?”

“Today, I will truly inherit it.”

“…You are meant to be the Emperor. I don’t trust you to control your strength.”

“What do you mean, Father? Isn’t this… an opportunity worth more than gold?”

“………..”

“If you bury me physically here, the noise might be too much, but it also creates the possibility for you to return to the throne. As proof…”

“………..”

“You wouldn’t let me leave, would you?”

“…Crown Prince.”

“Right, that’s how it should be.”

──Father just called me by my name.

“It was so awkward I thought I’d go crazy.”

“…You brat!!”

Seemingly not willing to endure such a blatant provocation, the Emperor jumped in first.

Surely, having taken a blow strong enough to shake his brain and being pierced in the thigh and arm with arrows, the Emperor still seemed relatively unbothered.

In fact, the areas pierced by the arrows were quickly healing.

“Namgoong Min! What should I do?!”

“Namgoong Min, what’s the strategy?”

“I don’t know why you’re asking me, but for now…”

“For now?”

“Let’s each try to hit him in our own ways!!”

It felt strange to think about hitting my father in front of my son, but I had seen before that the Emperor and Kim Sung-il certainly didn’t get along.

If they were on good terms, they wouldn’t be having a political battle, threatening each other using Kim Ha-neul, or locking Father in an office cell.

To prove that, the Emperor’s hand movements directed at Kim Sung-il had no hesitation.

Boom!!!

“Ugh…!!”

“It’s far too early for you to defeat me!!!”

As a <Archer>, Kim Woo-sung quickly dodged, while I, barely able to stand, threw my body out of the way, and Kim Sung-il, facing the Emperor head-on, found himself crushing to the floor.

Though it was a fight between <Royalty> and <Royalty>, Kim Sung-il wasn’t particularly strong in combat. While he had slaughtered monsters with overwhelming physical abilities in the Dream Within a Dream, it was obvious that the battle would be one of experience and technique since his opponent was also <Royalty>.

It would take someone like Eun-ha, who possessed <Desire to Kill> and <Blood Demon>, to physically overwhelm the Emperor.

The Emperor’s confidence seemed not unfounded, as despite Kim Sung-il resisting with both hands, it looked nearly impossible for him to shake off the Emperor’s one hand.

However, there was a reason Kim Sung-il was letting himself be defeated so easily.

Because he wasn’t fighting alone.

“Emperor…!!”

Even as I kept glancing at the piles of corpses in the small room, Kim Woo-sung, with his bowstring pulled tight, muttered as if chewing on words.

Job Skill <Formless Arrow>.

‘Hmm, my body feels tense for some reason.’

Having experienced this skill during the交流会 and in the duel with Hector, I was feeling a strange tremor.

It wasn’t much larger than what Hector had used, but the lethal arrow targeted the Emperor’s neck.

Crack!

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Even though the arrow was invisible and made no sound, the Emperor snatched <Formless Arrow> out of the air with sheer instinct and crushed it with his grip.

As a result, the wound from the arrow burst open again, but the Emperor’s eyes were already wild.

He rushed toward Kim Woo-sung, ready to snap his neck.

“Where do you think you’re going, Father?”

“Well, you little…!!”

Kim Sung-il, who had been suppressed by the Emperor, unexpectedly held onto the Emperor’s arm with both hands, not letting go.

If he were at his prime, it might have been different, but the Emperor was already worn out. Even though he had mounted himself over Kim Sung-il, he couldn’t easily shake him off.

If he used his other hand, he might escape.

However, Kim Woo-sung’s arrows weren’t limited to just one.

Job Skill <Rapid Fire>.

“Ugh…!”

Taking a brief moment to catch his breath, Kim Woo-sung began to fire dozens of arrows in an instant.

While all the arrows created from splitting <Formless Arrow> had less power individually, the sheer volume of invisible arrows was overwhelming.

Even more, it was meticulously aimed at various spots — neck, arms, head, chest, and back.

Noticing he couldn’t avoid them, the Emperor gritted his teeth and shouted.

“Gahhh!!!”

Boom!!

Instead of catching the arrows, he punched the floor of the underground prison with all his might.

The impact resonated throughout the entire underground prison, and fragments of the broken floor erupted as they wildly intercepted the arrows.

But, of course, he couldn’t block them all.

Thud! Thud!

“Ugh…!!”

For just a moment, my eyes widened in pain as I felt the arrows pierce through me.

At that moment, I didn’t miss the chance to throw myself—

“Pathetic!!!”

“Cough!?”

──It was a surprise attack, of course.

To say that if I put my mind to it, I could kill a <Fortuneteller> in an instant wasn’t arrogance at all.

I hadn’t even properly reacted; I just swung my arm lightly, but I couldn’t withstand the shock and was bounced back, hitting the wall.

‘No way, am I really exhausted!?’

If not, does that mean I’m embarrassingly weak? Kim Sung-il is somehow holding up against that!?

The harsh reality of being one of the weakest non-combat professions, a fortuneteller, loomed before me once again.

<My Little Fortune Teller's Shop>, <Cleanliness>, all the connections I had.

What could I do after using everything I had?

I felt like I should deal with the spear that was piercing my leg first, but the pain made it impossible to move.

The time limit of <Maiden's Breath> was also running out. Thanks to the artifact, I could still move, but once the effect wore off, I might just drop dead from blood loss.

…Wait a minute.

Artifact?

“Oh…!”

──If in danger, press the button inside. Then…

──Then?

──…A siren will sound! Yes, I can call for help!

Liu.

I thought I knew you pretty well.

I trust this is not just a siren…!

I took out the sturdy GPS that I had kept in my arms, which surprisingly wasn’t damaged, and immediately pressed the button inside.

Beep.

Moments later, a small signal sound rang.

<User 'Namgoong Min' fingerprint recognized.>

“Uh…?”

<Detected serious physical anomalies for priority protection target 'Namgoong Min'. High blood loss, multiple contusions, punctures confirmed, fractures detected. Probability of death within 10 minutes: over 87%.>

“………………”

<Opening the embedded artifact.>

“What? Wait, what the hell──”

Clank.

Before I could grasp the situation, a sharp needle popped out from inside the GPS.

…Is it telling me to stick this into myself?

Amid my confusion, I heard the final message from the GPS.

<"Hey, you fortuneteller. If you’re hearing this, you must be rolling around and about to die, right?">

“………..Liu.”

<"Damn, you should be grateful that this rich tycoon helped you live. You see the needle in the GPS, right? Stick that into your body, and an elixir will be injected. There’s a whole vial in there. Just stick it all the way in.">

“Wait a minute.”

An elixir?

That disposable healing artifact I know?

The one that resurrected even dead allies in the game, yet existed only in certainty in this reality??

<"I bet you’re wondering if there’s really an elixir or counting the price while freaking out.">

“………………”

<"To put it bluntly, nothing is more important than your life. So shut up and stick it in. You really...">

<"Better come back from being dead.">

<"I’ll follow you into the afterlife and choke you out too.">

Clank.

The GPS’s voice cut off there. Yet, the last words kept echoing in my head.

Elixir, the end-tier artifact that had only been sold once in Liu’s special shop in the game.

Considering the size of the GPS, the contents must be just enough for one person to use.

“………………”

Boom! Crash!!!

“Crown Prince!! Are you seriously committing an act of sacrilege!!!”

“I’m just trying to save my own neck, Father… No, Your Majesty.”

“Whoah! Ugh, cough!?”

“Look at me, Emperor. Your other son and your proud mother’s son…! I swear I’ll pierce that neck of yours!!!”

“How dare you!!”

Kim Sung-il, Kim Woo-sung, and the Emperor were fighting fiercely.

With physical abilities being roughly equal, Kim Sung-il took the lead, while Kim Woo-sung consistently shot arrows from a safe distance away.

The Emperor wasn’t an idiot; he aimed to take down Kim Woo-sung first but had to be careful not to leave Kim Sung-il unattended, so he was throwing bricks and other debris to keep Kim Sung-il at bay.

The battle was evenly matched. The outcome would be determined when either the Emperor ran out of stamina or Kim Sung-il could no longer hold on.

I focused on Kim Sung-il, who was already bruised all over, and Kim Woo-sung, who looked battered after dodging flying debris.

“………..”

It would be much more beneficial to give the elixir to one of those two than to use it on myself.

As <Maiden's Breath> was running out and my face was growing increasingly pale, I was measuring the timing to hand over the elixir.

“………..Ah.”

In an instant, I made eye contact with Kim Sung-il.

He flashed a smile and nodded his head once, conveying trust. Just moments later, he took a blow from the Emperor, but he immediately retaliated, staying focused.

Then, I locked eyes with Kim Woo-sung.

The first thing I saw was guilt. Even though it was for our mother, there was guilt from the betrayal, and he briefly averted his gaze, but soon he seemed to make a decision and nodded at me again before reloading his bow.

Both princes believed in me.

Even though I was useless in the fight.

‘…Now that I think about it, you did ask about the strategy.’

You were expecting I’d have some grand idea to solve it all.

That unspoken trust felt… incredibly heavy.

But at the same time, I was genuinely happy.

‘There is indeed a way…’

A reliable one at that.

“…Alright.”

Without delay, I plunged the elixir into my leg. Immediately, I felt a cold sensation entering me, and a change began.

In less than a second, the fatigue that clung to me vanished.

The blood I had lost began to fill my body again.

The wounds from being pierced by the spear healed in an instant, leaving no scars.

All the injuries from being beaten up and tossed around vanished as if they had never existed.

Even the refreshing feeling that followed.

‘Insane.’

Momentarily stunned by the absurd effect, I stood tall, brimming with vitality, and headed straight for the Emperor.

Despite being at my peak, in the end, I was still just <Fortuneteller>. I doubt the Emperor felt any serious threat from me.

But still… <Maiden's Breath> was still active.

If I played my cards right, I could give the Emperor another forceful blow.

And that perfect opportunity was…

“Everyone, rush in!!”

“………!! Fortuneteller! You’ve truly lost it now!!”

It all began with me yelling loudly.

In terms of common sense, shouting while attempting an ambush was madness. However, I needed to alert the Emperor.

I’m charging at you again.

Even after getting flung away, I’m recklessly charging at you again.

Kim Sung-il and Kim Woo-sung reacted instantly to my words, but the Emperor, unwilling to let such a perfect opportunity slip, refused to take any more damage.

Earlier, he had missed the chance to deal with me because he had been grabbed by Kim Sung-il.

Now, facing a foolish charge, he sought to kill me.

“Die!!!”

The Emperor’s hands reached out toward me. Even in that moment, an arrow fired from Kim Woo-sung struck the Emperor in the back, yet the Emperor’s gaze was solely focused on me.

One hand of the Emperor grasped my neck, and with the other, he opened his fist.

Even as Kim Sung-il kicked the Emperor’s waist, he merely swayed slightly but didn’t fall.

In just a few seconds, the Emperor’s hand clasped around my neck, while his fist charged toward my ribs.

And I—

Crack.

“Hah, ha, hahaha!! Foolish, foolish fool!!! What a sight, what a sight!!!”

“………..”

“…………….”

“Look! This is the last word of one who opposed me! This is the end of the pathetic Fortuneteller! My neck is broken, and my ribs and heart are shattered. This corpse… is useless now.”

Thud.

“Now then, who’s next…!! Crown Prince, it is too late now. I’ll make you the same way…!! After all, the heir can just be born again!!!”

“………..”

“Why do you look so scared? How amusing this is!!”

“…Honestly, I was quite flustered just a moment ago….”

“What?”

“It just occurred to me that I shouldn’t have done this.”

Click. Rustle. Rustle.

“It was given to me.”

“What did you…?”

The Artifact <Disposable Life Insurance>.

The pen began to move.

An oxymoron, a pen that can only be used when the owner reaches death.

Called a treasure of the royal family, after the Emperor’s and the prince’s faction battled, Kim Sung-il had handed it to a fortuneteller aboard a plane returning to the Academy.

That very artifact.

“…Indeed it is, Your Highness.”

“………!!”

The corpse the Emperor had thrown away was stirring to life again.

In his over-excitement, from the certainty of having killed the fortuneteller, he lost any sense of caution.

At that moment, the Emperor lamented his naivety.

“Oh….”

Clearly, when he met the fortuneteller in the underground prison, the Emperor himself had recognized that very pen, <Disposable Life Insurance>, and had sighed.

Yet, he had completely forgotten about its existence at this crucial moment.

Watching the fortuneteller who used even his own life as a bet,

He momentarily felt that it was no longer reality, but a dream.

The Emperor couldn’t possibly accept his own defeat.

Boom!!!

The resurrected fortuneteller struck a punch without any resistance.

It caught him on the chin. It was a fatal blow. His brain shook, and everything before his eyes went black.

That was all the Emperor could remember.