I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 222

The Gate incident was nothing short of a disaster.

Without any warning, gates appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

Originally, the United States only managed a few thousand gates within its borders, but over 60 million gates opened up.

From the East Coast to the West, from the Canadian border down to near Mexico.

These gates suddenly appearing all over America unleashed a horde of monsters, pushing the country to the brink of destruction in less than a week.

Or perhaps it was precisely because the United States was a superpower that it was able to hold on for a week.

Cities, towns, congress buildings, military bases, mountains, rivers, forests, and lakes all came under simultaneous attack, as monsters swept across the nation before proper communication could be established.

And the greatest damage was, of course, caused by the gates that opened at the Pentagon.

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Clang!!

The sound of metal echoed as swords and fists collided.

Was it impressive that Abel wielded a sword as tall as an average adult male, or was it more impressive that Charles Teddy Bear blocked it all with just a gauntlet?

What Abel wielded was the Holy Sword, an artifact incomparable to any other. No matter how skilled Charles was as a Fighter, he couldn’t possibly block the Holy Sword with mere steel gauntlets.

Therefore, he redirected it.

While he couldn’t entirely prevent the gauntlet from being chipped or cut by the Holy Sword, he managed to minimize the damage while altering its trajectory and reducing its power.

It was a clear disparity in skill.

“Grrr…!!”

So it was only natural that Abel felt anxious. He already received provocation not to show mercy to the enemy. Grinding his teeth, he swung his sword.

The swordsmanship that crushed an army of monsters in Dream Within a Dream was utterly powerless against Charles.

‘Why?’

Despite relentlessly pressing Charles, Abel could only think of questions.

Why?

‘Why… isn’t the Holy Sword glowing?’

Abel had seen the true nature of the Holy Sword with his own eyes. From the hands of the saint, Namgoong Min’s younger sister.

At that time, the Holy Sword was enveloped in iridescent light, radiating both sinister and sacred energy.

Like Absolute Good.

The complete Holy Sword felt like a type of cheat, a violation of the rules.

That was the impression he had when he faced his sister. It couldn’t have been wrong.

Nevertheless.

Now, Charles Teddy Bear was receiving the Holy Sword with overwhelming skill. The Holy Sword sparkled beautifully thanks to the Job Skill <Holy Sword>, but there was no feeling of pressure that he experienced back then.

It was just a sharp and solid blade.

The sensation of ‘cheating’ that he sensed when it was in his sister’s hands was completely absent.

‘Why? Why? Why?’

…Am I insufficient?

Am I, as a hero, not enough?

Clang!!

Once again, Abel was pushed back after colliding with Charles.

Charles Teddy Bear was solely focused on blocking the Holy Sword. The advantage in battle should have clearly belonged to Abel, yet—

Still, he was pushed back.

His eyes trembled, stained with various emotions.

“………If I’m… insufficient…………”

“……….”

“……If I can’t do it……….”

Then.

There would be no meaning in me coming back in place of grandfather.

In the collapsing Pentagon, I should have saved grandfather.

‘Ah…….’

Perhaps it was unavoidable; it wasn’t Charles Teddy Bear’s fault that grandfather died after all.

His grandfather was trapped under burning debris, and he was not even a job holder, so he was near instantaneous death.

Even if Abel somehow freed his grandfather, the chances of survival would have been close to zero.

Instead, he mustered the strength to soothe his weeping grandson and entrusted him to some soldiers who finally discovered them.

The soldiers were merely carrying out their orders. Even for the president’s grandson, they fought their way through the Pentagon’s internal gates and monsters.

Yet, I…

“The fact is… I know it all…”

“……Abel.”

“…That you are intentionally provoking my hatred…”

“……..”

“This is… ultimately… just a child’s tantrum…”

Even knowing that Charles Teddy Bear bore no guilt.

Abel hated and loathed him to avoid collapsing. He blamed everything on him.

He should have saved grandfather then.

He should have saved grandfather, not me.

He should have brought more soldiers.

He should have come a little earlier…

It was ridiculous. In reality, the root cause of all this was the Gate incident, yet he hated Charles, who had saved his life.

But that was surprisingly easy to happen.

Hating the fire itself brings nothing, so it’s common to hate the firefighter.

So Abel brushed it off.

All of that karma and regret… just returned now.

“……Abel, may I ask you one thing?”

“…………….”

“Why now? The hero’s mission and its preparation could have waited until later. You’re only a first-year, after all. No one would say anything if you waited until graduation.”

“…………….”

“Why, of all times… now?”

The answer was.

“……Is it because of Namgoong Min?”

“…………”

“You’re quite the impressive fortuneteller. I sensed something unusual during the entrance examination, but both Eileen and you, Abel, are receiving help from that fortuneteller.”

“…………”

“Namgoong Min was undoubtedly the main character of the academy this year.”

How could I not know?

Since the survival exam of the first semester, after making a promise with Namgoong Min.

I kept watching the fortuneteller’s activities.

Therefore, therefore…

“……Responsibility.”

“……Abel.”

“I envied the responsibility Namgoong Min possessed.”

Unlike me, who ran away.

Unlike me, who transferred all my hatred onto innocent soldiers.

Unlike me, who was collapsing and could hardly express my feelings.

His attitude of taking responsibility for what he does and wants to do.

That natural smile.

It was so… enviable and remarkable.

“So, so it seemed much better for someone like him to be the hero…”

I wanted to be at ease.

I wanted to escape from the weight of being a hero, from that responsibility.

Why must someone whose world has already fallen apart be told to save the world?

Since that day in the Pentagon, when the only family member, grandfather, and the uncles I was close to all died.

I have been living expressionless.

“But, but that’s not something I can do.”

“……..”

“I can’t pass off what I don’t want to someone else.”

Let’s just pass it off to someone who seems to be better.

I understood so well how selfish that thought was, so I desperately tried to shake it off.

Abel well understood the responsibility and weight that came with being a hero. He also understood just how heavy the burden of being an American was.

So, he swallowed the desire that was rising within him, the temptation to make someone else take the role of hero.

And so, here it was. He felt he could no longer bear it.

It seemed better to carry out the mission sooner.

But even with that determination, Namgoong Min—

Easily lifted me up.

And then.

“I can’t let this drag on any longer.”

…I can’t waste time like this.

Whoosh.

In the next moment, the Holy Sword was right beside Charles Teddy Bear’s neck.

The blade grazed his neck, drawing a thin line of bright red blood.

Fourth.

“Do not show mercy to the enemy.”

“………….”

The iridescent light beginning to flow from the Holy Sword.

The holiness that began to rise from Abel’s body.

Was it the precursor to ‘sufficient preparation’?

“……Go outside.”

“………”

“The last person… will be waiting for you.”

“…………..”

“……If you make a decision… come back to the auditorium.”

I can train with you as much as you want.

Until you let go of all the burdens in your heart.