I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 219

I’m going to die.

There was no way I didn’t understand what that meant.

“Are you planning to return to your hometown?”

“….”

“To solve the root cause of the Gate incident?”

“….”

There was no answer in return. That silence was the answer.

At Abel’s words, I couldn’t help but let out a sigh.

“Are you… ready?”

“….”

“Are you fully prepared?”

Abel’s mission and his return to his hometown.

That was also the reason he was born with the special job of <Hero>.

<Hero> is by no means an ordinary job. It diverges significantly from other special jobs and can be considered a true special job.

The appearance of a hero is a sign that a global crisis is imminent.

Moreover, it is a proclamation that only the hero can solve it.

It’s no wonder that Abel is the symbol and hope of all Americans.

“….”

“I’ll ask one more time, Hero.”

In that respect, Abel’s character event was… conducted in a very peculiar way.

Unlike the usual events where players participated or took a central role to resolve the issues,

Abel’s was resolved after he arrived in America in a form where the player directly manipulated him.

Because in the process of the hero solving the crisis,

No one else can be involved.

So, I had to ask.

Whether in agreement or disagreement, clearly.

“Are you… fully prepared?”

When he arrives in America, Abel must be completely alone.

Only then can the true nature of his job skill as a <Hero> be revealed.

Paradoxically, the hero is strongest when alone without any companions.

That’s why… Ji-Soo must have fought alone after becoming a hero.

“…I….”

“….”

“My… preparation….”

A longer pause than usual. And the mumbled words.

Just that alone was not enough to evaluate Abel’s answer, but.

“That’s enough.”

“What…?”

“The words about going to die are the result of your deep contemplation, aren’t they? You must have thought a lot while maintaining the Holy Sword.”

“….”

“Did you tell anyone else about this, aside from me?”

“…No….”

“Then, let’s get up again.”

“…?”

“I’ve realized something since I came into this world.”

Everything in this world.

Connections are everything.

“Wait a moment.”

“You really get flustered, and your mumbled words disappear. But, after all, once you leave for America, you will be known worldwide, right? ‘Abel Legion, embarking on the hero’s mission.'”

“…that….”

“It’s going to be known anyway; it’s just a confirmation from more people.”

“…what…?”

I’ve reflected on myself, and I know.

If I keep thinking alone, it only plunges me deeper into a swamp.

While decisions must ultimately be made by me, having too many of my thoughts is counterproductive.

Just like how I received great help from Lily… sometimes the answers come from the most unexpected places.

“I’m grateful for you telling me, but…”

It would be lacking if it just ended here.

“Let’s go.”

“…where…?”

“Where else? First and foremost.”

The guys from the Special Class.

“I need to meet my classmates, don’t I?”

*

When I was younger, I used to think like that.

It might have been better if <Hero> didn’t exist…

After being born as the grandson of the President of America,

The two most heard phrases were, quite coincidentally:

Thank the hero.

Resent the hero.

In my childhood, I didn’t understand. The adults who showed boundless gratitude towards me, and those who expressed infinite hatred.

But it seemed like I disliked the adults who showed hatred a bit more.

Whenever I cried upon hearing those kinds of words, my grandfather always came to me.

“I’m sorry, Abel.”

“Grandfather…?”

“I’m truly sorry…”

…It just came back to me.

The next phrase I heard most was the curse of being a bastard without parents… if we were to break it down, it was more like defamation.

Ultimately, what I know is that my parents passed away when I was a baby, and my sole family, my grandfather, brought me up.

And because my grandfather maximized the image of being ‘a grandfather raising his grandson alone,’ he was elected President.

Perhaps… my grandfather’s words of apology included that too.

That he sold me, his grandson, as a tool for the presidential race.

Honestly, it doesn’t matter much.

Because my grandfather loved me… genuinely.

So, grandfather.

Please give me an answer.

“Hero? You need to walk briskly like you did earlier when going to the base!”

“…please….”

An escape from this fortuneteller.

Is this feeling of life’s crisis akin to a flashback?

In that moment, memories of my childhood flew by as Namgoong Min urged me on.

Leaving the log cabin I built to head towards the bustling streets of the Academy.

Unlike before, I was now behind, and Namgoong Min led the way.

Another difference was.

“Oh, Fortuneteller! When is the next reservation?”

“Senior, we are not currently accepting reservations, so… if it’s really necessary, please visit directly. You’re always welcome, senior.”

“Namgoong Min… it’s been a while.”

“Sasaki Ito, long time no see. How’s your younger sister doing?”

“Thanks to you, our relationship has gotten better. I’m always grateful. However.”

“…I’m sorry about Hwang Jin-woo.”

“…Kaede’s boyfriend? That guy better not think he can live comfortably….”

“Hey, Fortuneteller! Hey, hey, Fortuneteller! Have you seen Eileen recently?”

“Being a Fighter Class student, you would know better than me…? What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, it’s just that lately… how should I put it… it seems like she’s been a bit less vocal about the nonbeliever stuff. Should I say it feels a bit empty? I used to feel shivers hearing it.”

“In the case of masochistic sexual preferences, we cannot provide any prescriptions at the fortune teller’s.”

Something feels… different.

No, just looking at him.

Even though Namgoong Min is merely walking down the street, countless people are approaching him.

Students from higher years who seem to be trying to make reservations at the fortune teller.

Sasaki Ito, who seems like he received great help.

Even the Fighter students are approaching without hesitation.

While not every passerby engages in conversation, a considerable number recognize Namgoong Min and exchange greetings or chat.

“….”

Feeling a bit overwhelmed by that atmosphere,

I started to distance myself slowly, and at some point, the space between us grew quite a bit.

As if I weren’t part of Namgoong Min’s entourage.

While he smiled and chatted with others, I followed silently from much further behind.

‘… as expected.’

It’s not that I felt jealous or anything.

It’s just that watching him like that made it clear that Namgoong Min and I belonged to ‘different’ types of people.

During that two-day trip when I met the previous hero, Namgoong Min’s younger sister,

That thought I had back then feels strong again.

‘Dumbass.’

But that’s a thought that should never come true. It’s merely a deeper form of reality escape.

As I unwittingly clenched my hand holding the Holy Sword like a whip to myself,

“H-Hero?”

“…huh…?”

“Why are you so far behind? We need to get moving quickly.”

Jokingly nudging my elbow, Namgoong Min smiled and pushed my back.

Naturally, everyone’s gaze turned towards me. Only then did those who recognized me begin to appear little by little.

However.

“Y-You, you, Hero!”

“Eh? Hero, do you know this person?”

“…no….”

“Y-You won’t know, will you? I’m Aaron Jacob!”

“Are you… American?”

“Ah, you’re the Fortuneteller I heard about in rumors? Nice to meet you.”

An American.

In this Romance Academy… they are quite rare.

The reason is simple. Due to the Gate incident that happened 20 years ago, the country of America has fallen apart.

Not only did many Americans die, but the birth rate also drastically fell, so there are very few Americans who are around 20 years old now.

Naturally, that diminishes the ratio of job holders, and only a tiny fraction of elites can enter the Romance Academy, leading to a decrease in Americans there.

Jokingly, it reached the point where there are more American instructors at the academy than American students.

Of course, this doesn’t mean it was my first time seeing an American.

It’s just that.

“Uh, by the way, Hero…! I’ve heard you’re in the same academy, but this is my first time meeting you! Nice to meet you!”

“…sure….”

“I hope only hope shines upon your path, for the sake of your mission.”

Those words,

The weight that adds to the role of a hero… was so heavy, so burdensome,

I built a house near the mountains and avoided coming near the main area.

‘As for me.’

The words of the student named Jacob come close to well-wishing.

The only hope for America at this point, Abel, inherits the sincere wishes of the remaining Americans.

But that’s… no different from a request for me to die soon.

It’s not much different from asking for me to sacrifice quickly and eliminate those gates.

“I’m always sorry, and I apologize to you, Hero.”

“……yeah….”

It always ends with an apology attached.

When did the phrase ‘I’m sorry’ come to be? Honestly, I don’t know well.

Perhaps… it originated from my grandfather’s dying words.

If that’s the case, should I be thankful? Because my grandfather’s trace is still alive?

But beyond that,

That my grandfather came out alive from that hell called the Pentagon…

That should have been much more appreciated.

‘Teddy Bear…’

Teddy Bear. Charles Teddy Bear. Fighter Charles Teddy Bear. Military Soldier Charles Teddy Bear. War Hero Charles Teddy Bear.

Why. Why.

Why couldn’t I save my grandfather──

“—Sir? Hero?”

“…ah….”

“Are you okay? You suddenly closed your eyes and didn’t respond at all.”

“…I’m okay… ah….”

That’s why, when it comes to Charles Teddy Bear… I try not to think about it.

Even in a body that has become extremely difficult to express emotions after the Gate incident, I naturally become enraged when I think of Charles Teddy Bear.

Is that really hatred for Charles Teddy Bear?

Or is it simply an escape from reality, blaming everything on Charles Teddy Bear?

‘Damn it, damn it….’

That’s why I intentionally avoided American students, and Charles Teddy Bear.

So that I wouldn’t run into them in class, at the academy, on the streets, or at the base.

Despite having fled all that.

“…Namgoong Min….”

“Yes?”

This fortuneteller, perhaps someone I can call a friend.

Comes up casually, makes friends casually,

Handles everything without a care, and smiles casually.

As if it were all natural.

Like it was his mission, like that was the duty of a fortuneteller.

So, I felt a sense of camaraderie.

Something ordinary people shouldn’t have.

With this fortuneteller, who must accomplish a mission and duty even at the cost of his life.

Perhaps with this person, who might be the only one in the world.

So, then.

“…just… for today….”

“Yes, let’s do that.”

Since it’s a mission I’m bound to carry out, and since it’s a death I’ll soon embrace,

At least before that… merely for 24 hours.

Let’s enjoy the time together.

That’s all it was.

“Until the Hero is sufficiently… ready.”

“….”

Simply, simply.

I just… wanted to believe that.

*

[Show, it’s visible.]

“….”

[Usurper, can you see? Can you see the actions of your insufferable brother?]

“….”

[Can you see the actions in front of your junior? Can you see the actions of this cultist who has lost faith?]

“….”

[It’s visible. Clearly visible. Even in this fading body, even being denied by mere humans! I can see clearly.]

“….”

[The cause and effect are drawing near. Usurper, the time has come for the promise you and I shared. At last, the end of the story is approaching.]

“….”

[Oh, you can hear me, can’t you? Even if you became a god, you are still merely a mortal flesh. With such limited power, how you suffer like this. Even in this special environment of inside the Gate, you thought you could reveal some future to this Psychic human and you ended up like this!]

“….”

[Can you see your own body? Like mine, it is cracking away? It’s very weak and frail, but can you see that your toes are splitting? What do you think lies within that body?]

“….”

[It seems you have something to say. Go ahead! Speak! You and your brother trampling on me thoroughly, so, Usurper, tell me!!]

Slap.

“You’ve been making a noise since earlier. Shut up, you pervert.”

[…………]

“You’re so noisy… I can’t believe a guy like this was considered a god; this world is truly pathetic.”