I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 231

A gaze looking down from above.

Was it because I had firmly convinced myself that I could definitely defeat both Fortunetellers?

The Former God, now disguised as a Cultist, shrugged his shoulders with a sneer.

“Huh… Huh…”

[You seem exhausted, failure. How long have you fought? Has it been five minutes? Doesn’t feel like it has.]

Without swinging the extended arms.

Dozens of arms tangled together, holding and grasping, creating a massive net.

Naturally, they were aiming for me.

[Were you just planning to keep dodging and then counterattack me with that hidden skill of yours? Were you trying to catch me off guard? Did you wait for a moment of weakness?]

“…”

[What a pity. Truly a shame.]

Creeeeak. Crack.

The arms tightened. Even the smallest space was covered by hands, blocking even the light.

Within the darkening net.

[Should have begged and knelt when I offered mercy earlier. A failure is simply a failure.]

“…I have one question.”

[What is it? The proposal from earlier is irrevocable. Consider it your last words.]

Should I make it even more painful as I listen to his words from beyond the net?

I—

General Skill <Explosive Power>

“Do you always chatter so uselessly?”

Boom!!

Power surged throughout my body. The muscles in both arms seethed.

While swinging my arms at high speed, breaking through the simple net where they merely overlapped is not difficult.

Bursting through the disgusting arms with a single fist.

I escaped the net and locked eyes with him.

[You…!!]

“Idiot.”

The duration of <Explosive Power> is one minute.

In exchange, my muscles gradually faded away, but during that time, I could showcase power that surpassed my limits.

It was a skill I had prepared for my final battle with Namgoong Min, but it was ironic that I couldn’t use it properly then due to being in the worst physical condition.

I threw the severed arm at him to obstruct his vision and used that moment to leap by stepping on one of his arms.

He hurriedly tried to release the net and whip it again, but—

“Too late.”

Having exchanged a little bit of blows, I realized something. He had no combat experience.

Despite possessing a body that could infinitely regenerate and stretch, the only attacks he made were just swinging arms indiscriminately.

He occasionally created thorns, but showed no other applications.

Thinking about it, it was only natural. Being a Former God, could he have any real combat experience?

Having fallen from a creator who could do everything with a mere gesture to a mere mortal, it was understandable for him not to adjust to that gap. Given his previously high-handed demeanor, it seemed he still acted as if he were a god.

‘Earlier, Namgoong Min approached and sliced him up.’

So all I had to do was get close. To do that, I needed to catch him off guard.

And now was the perfect timing.

General Skill <Explosive Power>

Double stacking the Explosive Power.

Of course, the costs I had to pay were even greater. Strength surged, but I could feel my limbs’ muscles disappearing even further.

But so what?

I’ll kill him here.

That was my only wish.

Crackle!!!!

“You bastard…!!”

[Back off! Get away!]

It felt like my entire body was exploding. The moment I stacked the skill twice, I fell like a meteor from the sky.

Arms descended in droves. I smashed them all with my fists.

Thorns flew towards me. I casually swung a card and sliced through them.

Even so, something that flew toward me managed to strike. Thanks to <Explosive Power>, I withstood it despite taking the hit.

As I approached him.

Finally.

I gripped the neck of the one with a blank expression──

“─Oh, God.”

“Cough!?”

“Are you planning on betraying my faith?”

My body halted in mid-air.

Suddenly stopping while falling with all my strength made my vision turn white. I heard a ringing in my ears and my head reeled.

But more than that.

I simply couldn’t believe it.

[The Pope…! It’s too late!]

“God, please understand. The Hero is not someone who can be split in two at once, right? No matter how hard it may be to unleash that strike again.”

Thud.

The Pope, who released <Spatial Isolation>, was missing an arm. One of his eyes was sheathed in a scabbard, and his pure white robes were drenched in blood, looking like he could fall at any moment.

Yet the Hero lay completely motionless.

[Did I kill him?]

“What do you mean? I’m the Hero who resolved the American Gate and fulfilled my mission. If I die here, that would contradict everyone’s happiness.”

[You’re in no shape to be talking. You won’t be spared after all this?]

“My old body is less suited for everyone’s happiness than the Hero.”

[Get out of the way; I must kill the one who has opposed me.]

“God, are you planning to oppose me as well?”

[…You psychopath. Do you think you’ll be just fine once I ascend to divinity?]

“At least until then, I plan to uphold my beliefs.”

[Hmph, fine. It won’t take long anyway.]

“That’s right. I thought by now you would have already defeated those two Fortunetellers.”

[… ]

“It seems you’ve had quite a tough time.”

“This, let go!!”

“Is that so? Then I shall do that.”

Special Skill <Dunce>: <Superpower>

Flicked with a single finger, he flew far off.

The extreme cost of double stacking <Explosive Power> couldn’t overcome the Pope’s gesture.

I hurriedly canceled the skill, but even the few seconds I used to stack it had a painful cost.

“Damn…”

My legs trembled. It wasn’t an issue of stamina or fatigue.

The muscles in my legs purely vanished. Thankfully, with the brief time of stacking, I could still at least stand.

If I put in enough time for training, I could recover, but if I couldn’t fight right now, it would be meaningless.

…The distance I had worked so hard on was again stretching away.

“God, do I need to provide more help?”

[No need! I didn’t need help just now.]

“You may have this regeneration skill, but you were probably still slicing through that card until then.”

[… ]

Should I say it was fortunate? Well, it wasn’t entirely devoid of yield.

‘The regeneration of the arms… has slowed.’

The arms that I had smashed and severed while falling with <Explosive Power> still remained.

If it truly regenerated infinitely, it would have been instantaneous recovery, just like before.

‘There’s a limit.’

Perhaps that massive chunk of flesh, which had been used as an offering, was the limit for him, the one created as <The Mediator>.

He wasn’t truly regenerating; he was merely creating arms by consuming that massive piece of flesh.

Of course, considering the size, that regeneration was close to infinite. However, when Namgoong Min had attacked, he had been unable to counter properly, thus had to consume countless chunks of that flesh.

“Peh.”

By the way, when is that Namgoong Min bastard coming out? I feel like I can’t win by myself at all.

He wouldn’t be waiting to recover inside that Fortune Teller’s Shop; he must be plotting something.

Even if the Pope is down to one eye and an arm, and is exhausted, he still seemed to be no match for the current situation.

Despair and frustration began to take over slowly. No matter how much I tried to use my emotions as fuel, I was blocked by the wall of reality.

How am I supposed to tackle that…

Baam!

“Huh! Cough, cough…!”

“…They say when you talk about a tiger, it comes right away. And it did.”

“Phew… What’s the situation?”

“It’s the worst.”

Namgoong Min’s gaze flickered between me, the Former God, and the injured Pope with the fallen Hero.

“Abel…”

“But there is some good news. That bastard’s regeneration isn’t infinite. He seems increasingly burdened.”

“…Anything else?”

“Oh, he absorbed the necklace you were working on. He said he gained that <Observation> skill… By that, he could pierce through my skill names.”

“<Observation>… huh.”

“But he still seems clueless about the skill details. He almost fell victim to my skill earlier.”

“Is that the aftereffect of the skill that has him trembling like a baby deer?”

“Mind your own business. So, did you prepare anything──”

──Ah.

So that was it.

I now understood why both the Hero and those women followed him.

…It was because of those eyes.

“I’ve certainly come prepared.”

Eyes that know nothing of surrender. They don’t just refuse to give up, but seemed to always possess a way to turn the situation in their favor.

That figure was more reassuring than anything else.

Thinking of him as an ally, it made me feel invincible.

With a guy like this, I could even trust him with my back.

‘That means I couldn’t… be the real deal.’

The one who had been consumed by despair and thoughts of surrender couldn’t possibly become…

“However, Abel has been hit, so… I need an ambush.”

“An ambush?”

“If I can just get close to that Cultist bastard, there’s a chance.”

But for some reason, instead of feeling that familiar inferiority complex, I felt… hope.

Hope that he would do it instead of me.

A vague belief that even if I failed, ‘Namgoong Min’ would be the one to solve it.

“So, help me.”

“…Of course, you bastard.”

Then, even a weakling like me…

‘Must act like Namgoong Min.’

‘No thoughts of returning… have been discarded.’

Not merely a simple desire for revenge or anger, but a burning fighting spirit.

More than the desire to kill the Former God. More than the thought of revenge.

Because I have to help Namgoong Min.

With that spirit… I stood next to Namgoong Min.

As one of ‘Namgoong Min’ too.

*

I cast my fortune.

I saw the result.

“Phew…”

Variables. The variable I had searched for toward victory so hard.

There was no such thing.

The result of the fortune was the same as always.

‘Impossible.’

Though I had cast the fortune beyond a single day’s limit, the result only brought back impossibility.

Was it a one in four probability? Was it just not falling into the probability?

Thinking about it now felt meaningless.

‘Right, the variables…’

The variables can’t be a fortune.

I need to create them. I must do that.

Otherwise, I won’t be able to win.

“<Maiden's Breath>…”

Time left: 2 minutes.

Lucas’s enhancement magic and Rain’s superpower were almost depleted. Though I had restored some with <Absolute Good>, the damage to my insides kept causing blood to rise.

The other version of me, who had managed to hold on while I was gone, also didn’t look good.

Ultimately, this must be the final stretch.

“Shall we go?”

The other me asked.

“Let’s go.”

I answered.

General Skill <Explosive Power>

Overwhelming strength fills the entire body of the other me, who could barely stand.

That must be the skill that nearly took down the Cultist.

Though the cost seems large…

…Is that not my concern?

‘Even if I die here…’

I must prevent that Cultist bastard from becoming a god again.

For Ji-Soo, and for all the connections I’ve built in this world.

[Pope! Don’t get involved!!]

“Whatever, I won’t.”

[Ha ha! Failure! Your skill’s foundational elements have been revealed! Yet you still charge in like a moth to a flame!!]

“Earlier, didn’t you say you couldn’t keep up with Namgoong Min’s movements with <Observation>? You seem to be far worse than that! Other than just seeing the skill names, there’s nothing different!!”

[I’ll kill you!!!]

Boom!! Bang!!!

As the other me surged forward, arms moved to sweep away the entire area.

What the other me had said was true. The arms moving were fewer and shorter than before entering <My Own Small Fortune Teller's Shop>.

Yet they remained infinitely threatening, carrying a high probability of falling again, but—

“Namgoong Min!!”

“…Uh.”

“I leave the back to you!!!”

General Skill <Explosive Power>

Double stack of the skill.

And.

General Skill <Explosive Power>

Triple stack.

Craaaack!!!!

[Keugh…!?]

The other me ignited like a streak of meteor.

Much faster and much stronger, the other me swung at him carelessly, causing giant arms to burst into pieces.

Behind the charging figure, a path opened.

I leaped toward that path.

[Wha…?!]

“Doesn’t matter!”

[What?]

“My role is simply this…!!”

General Skill.

<Explosive Power>.

“That’s enough.”

With a quadruple stack, I threw the card with all my might.

With that, the other me finally fell to the ground.

Yet the card, thrown with the last of my strength, was aimed right at the Cultist.

Swish, swish, swish, swish!!

Merely a small card, yet it effortlessly cut through all obstacles in its path. Behind the card’s trajectory lay only debris and flesh remnants.

I followed that path. I drew closer to the Cultist.

Finally, I approached within a distance that clearly showed the surprised expression on his face.

[You arrogant!!!]

Did he decide to ignore the cards entirely?

Perhaps sensing he still had some regeneration left, the Cultist cast a glare toward me while diverting his attention from the cards.

While my body might get sliced in half, he could recover again with the leftover flesh. But it seemed he was concerned about what might happen if I got closer.

The arms and thorns that had been blocking the cards suddenly changed direction and aimed for me.

‘Just a little more!!’

I dodged, brushed past.

I dodged, getting hit on the shoulder.

I dodged, rolling forward with my body thrown ahead.

I dodged.

I must dodge.

[Die!!]

Determined to crush me, the Cultist combined his remaining arms once more to form a hammer.

Adding thorns to the very end, he was about to slam down on me.

General Skill <Arthur>

[What…?!]

As I activated the skill──

[Ha, ha!! What a fool!!! You don’t know what skill that is, but you’ve been stuck by the cooldown!!!]

The Cultist, who had hesitated for a moment due to not knowing what skill it was, burst into laughter as he realized the cooldown caused my skill activation to fail.

That was certainly through <Observation>.

…It’s done.

With this, I could…

[You’ll be ground down…!!]

Special Skill <Arthur>

[Fool! There’s no way trying to activate the same skill that failed earlier will work again…?]

The difference between a general skill and a special skill, which he must have seen through <Observation>.

Comprehending that, the Cultist momentarily wore a blank expression.

Crack!!

“Keugh…!!”

With the pronged hammer crashing down on me, at that moment…

[Kuh!!]

The effect of the special skill <Arthur> activated.

The skill that shares the damage I took back with the enemy.

The Cultist’s entire form distorted from the full sudden impact of the pain.

Perhaps due to the instantaneous agony, he cast away the hammer arm in a careless manner.

And I moved closer to him.

‘It hurts.’

<Arthur> doesn’t reflect damage; it simply shares it.

Thus, for maximum effectiveness, I had to injure myself badly.

If he knew how it worked, the Cultist would surely become wary, so I had to use it at the most effective moment.

‘Deceiving him with the name change and seizing the opportunity.’

I used the ‘skill name change card’ within the Fortune Teller’s Shop.

I changed the name of <My Own Small Fortune Teller's Shop> to <Arthur> and utilized it for deception.

There was no way to change a general skill into a special skill, but…

As it was a skill he had seen for the first time, I could deceive him.

That was a path opened by another me sacrificing himself, and the chance created through the resolve of <Arthur>.

Now, right at this moment.

The card, thrown by the other me, slices the Cultist in half.

Swish!

[Kuh…!]

How many times had I sliced him? How many times had I wounded him? How many times had I torn into him?

The Cultist, who had so recklessly used up his regeneration and that massive chunk of flesh he had, now…

At last.

“Ah…!!”

Revealed his weaknesses completely.

Half-broken, he began to regenerate at a significantly slower pace than before.

Inside his chest, the heart, once hidden from view, became apparent.

A heart stained black, pulsating.

If only that, just that, could be crushed.

“Cough!!!”

I had a card in my possession. The last spare from the other me.

With my right arm, a remnant of my left arm, which had become bone, I desperately grabbed the card.

But.

I was still too far away. I only needed a few more steps.

The attack I allowed for <Arthur> was fatal.

My left arm and leg had been severed. Multiple ribs were shattered, and walking just a few steps was beyond my limits.

“Ah.”

Is it impossible to reach? Is this the end?

Despite pouring in everything I had.

If there are no more variables, could I really make it here?

“Thank you for your hard work, esteemed guest.”

“Pope……”

“Though you told me not to interfere, I cannot simply watch this untrustworthy god die.”

No.

If I fly to the Pope’s superpower just like this…

Then… I…

“───Pope.”

“…Hmm?”

“Now, please step away…!!”

“…! No way!!”

Just as the Pope was about to use <Dunce>.

A hand stretched out through the crack the Pope had created.

Battle-scarred and weary, but more than that, a reliable hand reached out.

“Saint!!”

“I’ve been looking for you!!!”

Recognizing whose hand it was, the Pope hurriedly tried to move.

But Raphael, the Saint’s hand, would not let him go. Instead, it strongly pulled the injured Pope back.

“Such…!!”

Whummm.

Unable to resist properly, the Pope was drawn through the rift.

Leaving behind only me, who could not move even a single step, and the Cultist, who was starting to protect his heart, alone.

The abrupt intervention of Raphael and the rapidly changing situation.

‘Still…’

Though the Pope who was about to interfere disappeared, it was still too far to reach the Cultist’s heart.

Only a few steps away.

That distance felt like an insurmountable wall.

“…Is it over, then?”

“No, Namgoong Min.”

“…?”

“Namgoong Min has not lost.”

Wings unfurled.

Through the rift where the Pope was pulled, someone emerged with a warm light.

Pure white wings, flowing blond hair, a halo radiating light.

The one who hadn’t had a chance to say goodbye.

The one who was supposed to be preparing something alongside the Saint.

It was Eileen.

“Thus…”

The reunion was brief.

Eileen exchanged glances between the Cultist and me.

Without saying the conversation she must have wanted to have, nor coming to embrace me, she merely smiled through tears.

“May you… be happy, Brother.”

That was her farewell.

General Skill <Holy Radiance>

The miracle permitted only to Saints and Saviors radiates light.

A price paid in life, fulfilling one’s desired wishes.

She had probably already drained much energy to come this far to pursue the Pope.

Eileen’s vacant wish was simple.

I had somehow arrived right in front of the Cultist.

Just several steps closer.

I had no time to express my gratitude.

In a situation where I was bleeding too much to see properly in front of me.

I raised the card.

Fsst.

I swung it.

Divided in half was his heart, spraying black blood.

That was my last memory.