I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 229

I could never forget.

No matter how many years passed since I last saw that face, I could never forget.

After my parents jumped, that was the first face I had seen in the orphanage.

While enduring countless pains and abuses as ‘education’.

I firmly told myself I would never forget that little bastard.

I could never forget.

[Thinking back, I’ve helped you quite a bit.]

“…………….”

[Isn’t that a bit harsh? I prevented a usurper from meddling and provided you with various information, you know?]

“…………….”

[How about you say something back? Well, all of that was just to serve the present anyway.]

“…………….”

[You caught on a bit too quickly. When someone gives you that much help, they usually send at least a little trust back.]

I was thoroughly exploited until I entered high school, then I seized the opportunity to escape.

It wasn’t difficult. After spending a few years with that cultist bastard, I stole all the skills he could teach and memorized various habits and quirks.

He lived meticulously, but it was still an unspoken rule to stay holed up for at least a week after pulling a scam.

I used that time to escape.

Knowing that they were keeping an eye on me with someone as a hostage, I meticulously planned my movements.

Back then, I was solely focused on a successful escape, and thus gave up on the thought of stabbing that bastard in the neck.

“…………….”

[Hmm, such a blank expression. Is it because you feel no emotion? Or is that just how you express your anger?]

“…………….”

[Have you forgotten how to be angry from smiling too much? Hahaha!!]

The cultist had an average face.

A face you could find anywhere, perfectly plain without any sharp edges. A face with no individuality whatsoever.

Because of that, he could appear as a completely different person with just a slight change from plastic surgery.

However, there was one common trait.

His smile.

It was always disgusting, filled with greed.

[It’s a bit disappointing that you don’t even respond. Isn’t that the expression of a bitter enemy? With no reaction whatsoever, this is getting boring. Usurper, what do you think?]

<………….>

[Do you also have no answer?]

<……Oppa.>

“Yeah.”

<Don’t die.>

“……….”

As I didn’t respond, another part of me stood up.

After failing to get up countless times, he somehow managed to stand on his own legs, but it seemed hard for him to move properly.

“Shit, shit, shit………!!”

“Hey.”

“What! Are you going to scold me for losing pathetically?!”

“Protect Jisoo.”

“……What?”

Right after those words.

Dash!!

He charged out with all his might.

[Ha ha! Yes, now we’re talking! That’s the thrill of killing, isn’t it?…!! Such a lovely body I acquired!]

“────.”

[Your heart will surely make for a wonderful offering!]

I kissed the “Maiden’s Breath”. It amplified Lucas’s enhancement magic and Rain’s superpowers.

Power surged through my body, and I even felt a sort of omnipotence. A thrill that previously accessible physical prowess filled me with excitement.

……But it all sank down.

It was hardly an emotion I could afford to feel right now; I was filled with nothing but rage.

[Come on! Fortuneteller!!!]

The cultist’s arm surged forth.

Although it still bore his appearance as a black mass, his arm elongated like a whip.

A lightly thrown strike, as if testing me.

“…………….”

I dodged by turning my body just slightly, as if to respond to it.

My “Observation”, now at its peak, was already shedding tears of blood.

[Such stupidity.]

As I approached closer, the cultist smiled. He shouldn’t have that kind of smile.

His whip-like arm rapidly returned, and sharp thorns erupted from various places on his body.

Though there was no need to maintain a human form, he continued to bear the guise of the cultist.

Thorns sprouted from his belly, back, legs, arms, chest, face, and head, all aimed at me as I charged ahead.

But the foolish one was him.

Thud. Thunk. Thunk.

Arms, legs, body, and thighs were pierced, but I managed to protect my organs and head with one arm.

[What!?]

I clenched my fist.

Because of the thorns he created, I was able to fix my body momentarily, albeit briefly.

Sharp pain surged through me endlessly.

But it had no effect on me now.

[Heh heh! Are you seriously going to hit me with your fist!? You fool──]

I knew. I understood. You cultist bastard.

You wouldn’t be foolish enough to think I’d only get pierced if I hit you.

Thus, I pulled out the card I had hidden in my fist, gripping it tightly.

Holding onto the card I had secretly taken from another me.

I swung it.

Swish!!

[Ugh……!?]

I knew well what it felt like to be cut by that card. It was sharper than any ordinary famous sword.

If I were to compare the cutting force, it would have to be at least a holy sword to be superior.

In other words, no matter how compressed it was, it was more than enough to slice through a black mass.

In an instant, the cultist’s head was severed.

Of course, I had no intention of stopping.

Swish.

“……….”

Swish. Swish.

“………Die.”

Swish. Swish. Swish. Swish!

“Die already……!!”

I sliced, tore, split, cut, and butchered him.

I wanted to hear none of the cultist’s nonsensical words or screams. Something in the back was calling out, but I ignored it.

I only mechanically tore and sliced him apart.

His head, body, arms, legs, and head.

No organs or blood spilled out from within. The black mass merely writhed, attempting to reassemble.

So I sliced again.

Unresolved hatred. The enemy of my parents. Punishment for using Jisoo. Over ten years of pent-up desire for revenge. My self-loathing, formed only from what I learned from him. Reflection upon myself. The tears of other victims. The abuse he bestowed upon me.

All of that poured into it.

I sliced.

[Stop, stop, stop!!]

“…………….”

Swish. Crack.

[You! I told you to stop! Listen to me!!]

“…………….”

Crack. Crack. Crack.

[Pope!! Where is the Pope!!!]

I lost count of how many times I repeated that.

Now, he was in a state where as soon as I sliced him, he reformed immediately. The pieces of the cultist’s body that had been shattered were again returning to their original form.

Still, it didn’t matter, as I was about to unleash a storm on his head once more when suddenly.

“Ah… gods aren’t as omnipotent as I thought.”

Special Skill <Talented>: <Superpower>.

“Fortuneteller, take a breather for a moment.”

I felt buoyant only a few seconds later.

Suddenly realizing, I wasn’t killing the cultist at all—I was flying through the air pathetically.

Only then did the piercing wounds I had sustained start to resurface. The pain was not just intense; it twisted my mind, wracking my brain.

Yet despite that, I threw the card I had tightly held onto until the end.

“…Wonderful determination.”

But it was easily snatched up by the Pope’s hand.

My consciousness was slowly sinking──

“──You fucking bastard!!!”

Crash!

Just as I was about to fall to the ground, someone caught me and rolled me away.

I didn’t land properly; we just tangled and fell to the ground, but because of that, I was able to hold onto my sanity.

“Ah….”

“What the… you crazy bastard! This is what you meant by protecting your sister? You dumbass, committing suicide!?”

“I… have to kill….”

“Shit. Hey. Why are you──”

Squeak!

“…………Huh?”

“………Jisoo?”

<In the final effort, I intervened with Oppa. That was the last one, so I'll make it clear now.>

Jisoo slapped me across the cheek.

She looked me in the eye while crouching.

<I told you not to die.>

“………….”

<I know you're mad. I heard you regret it at night more than once, that you should have just saved me and killed that bastard instead.>

“…………….”

<But this is a foolish death, Oppa. You are the only one who can fight properly here right now.>

“………….”

<You need to win first to do anything else. That’s a lesson I learned during the… Hero days.>

[Ha, hahaha! Yes, the usurper’s words ring true! Truly someone worthy of my selection as a hero!]

The cultist stood up.

Under the Pope’s protection, he returned to his original form with a grin.

[How effective was that, it seems. For that annoying fortuneteller to lose her sanity and charge in like this. No, perhaps she hasn’t lost her sanity? It’s more accurate to say she didn’t look back.]

“………….”

[But even so, you are just a mere human. In a moment of passion, you’ve thrown away your chances of winning.]

“That bastard….”

[What you’re left with is a failed experiment, a fortuneteller too exhausted to even slap her brother, and the fortuneteller who will die of excessive blood loss once the artifact’s time is up. Three fools.]

<…………….>

[In contrast, we have two fine individuals over here.]

Crash.

Several arms sprouted from the cultist. He was increasingly losing his human form, but his face remained unyieldingly the same.

The Pope watched the cultist with a little displeasure, but in the end, he hadn’t switched sides.

The former god, who could regenerate infinitely, and the Pope, who was nearly an unmatched powerhouse.

[Is it a 3 to 2? It reminds me of the Room of Proof.]

“………….”

[What’s the matter? Aren’t you outnumbered? Just like back then, try denying me! Presumptuous fortuneteller…!!]

Was the fact that I had been overwhelmed a great humiliation?

He changed the tips of his arms into something resembling playing cards, smiling.

To return the humiliation he had received in the same way.

[Dispose of the failed experiment, dispose of the fortuneteller, but what will we do with the usurper?]

<Go fuck yourself, you idiot.>

[Resurrecting you just before you disappear to seize your body might not be so bad. This body isn’t too shabby either, but will I just remain the <Hero>?]

“……Hero only… will I……?”

Boom.

The shrine trembled.

The very fabric of space was shaking.

“This is….”

[Pope! What is happening!!]

“Oh gods, it seems… a visitor has arrived.”

[What?]

“Someone robust enough to intervene here.”

Boom. Boom. Boom.

After knocking several more times, the space slowly began to crack.

From within a small fissure, the Holy Sword burst forth.

Crash!!

“Yo, Hero?”

<………Junior.>

“…………A bit… late…….”

The golden-haired, shimmering Holy Sword quaked with blood, reflecting all sorts of sorrowful light.

Abel, who had departed for America on a mission, came to me, extending his hand.

“Your condition… is unacceptable.”

“………Abel?”

“…The mission is over…. It’s time now.”

“…………….”

“It’s time to help you.”

[That’s my sword…!!]

“Is that… the enemy?”

<Right, Junior. It's the god of this world.>

“God… huh.”

Woosh!

Was it because I had maintained <Absolute Good> until now for the mission?

The uncolored waves generated from the lightly swung Holy Sword headed straight for the cultist.

[No way……!?]

Bang!!!

Frantically, he covered himself with multiple arms, but even that defense was meaningless as a single slash severed all his arms and body.

Immediately thereafter, he regenerated to his original form, but the cultist’s face had changed quite a bit.

“The god… is weak.”

[You mere creation…!!]

“Namgoong Min, get up.”

“………….”

“We agreed to meet again, didn’t we?”

“…Of course, we did.”

As I rose with Abel’s support, the cultist came clearly into view once more.

The cultist, the root cause of all my past.

And the former god that had tormented Jisoo.

The very existence that could be said to be the combination of both… something I had to kill.

“I’m sorry, Jisoo, and… thank you.”

<………Oppa.>

“Just wait a little.”

<……Okay.>

“Another me, are you ready?”

“Fuck, of course I am.”

The rage had not yet settled.

Every time I saw that bastard’s face, emotions bubbled up, and I couldn’t control them at all. I wanted to let it explode just like that.

But there was more than just revenge awaiting me.

With Jisoo behind me, I had to prioritize her above all else.

Just like that day when I ran away with Jisoo instead of killing the cultist.

‘Mom, Dad.’

I promised my parents that I would protect Jisoo.

‘Please watch over us.’