I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 232

[This cannot go on like this…!!]

My heart isn’t beating. I feel a pain so intense it feels like it’s going to snap.

After having my divine position stolen by a usurper, I now sense a feeling I had not experienced during my time without a body.

The sensation of life fading away.

This is a feeling that should never, ever be experienced.

[Fortuneteller!!!]

It’s agonizing. It’s detestable. It’s filled with hatred. It’s resentful.

As I slowly feel my body disappearing piece by piece, simultaneously, I can’t help but despise the fortuneteller lying before me.

Just a mere human. Just a mortal. Just a fortuneteller.

Me, the creator of this world?

[I’m a god… a god!!]

Annihilation. Death.

This is something I’ve never even imagined or contemplated.

Death is a curse bestowed only upon mortals.

Why, why am I, of all people?

Why must I feel death so vividly?

[Ha, at the very least…]

I cannot go alone like this.

I cannot die in such a disgraceful manner.

If I cannot escape death, if I must disappear, then at the very least—

[Let’s go together!!]

Even if it’s just you.

I will kill you──

Crack!

“Ughhhhh!!!!”

“…Useless, nonsense.”

“Failed creation, failed creation, failure!!!”

“It’s not exactly something a supposed god can say after being beaten by a creation they mocked…”

The appearance of the failed creation was no joke.

Its limbs were as emaciated as a corpse, and even breathing and speaking were arduous, requiring prolonged deep breaths in between.

I had managed to walk this far using a thorn I created as a staff.

And now, it stands before me.

[No, no…!!]

The moment my last struggle fails, the sensation of death feels even deeper.

My feet began to vanish, but soon my entire lower body was gone.

Am I, truly—

Going to die?

[I don’t want to die──]

Crunch.

“──With my parents.”

[Ughhhh….]

“My whole life, and the… revenge for my pain.”

I refuse. I refuse! That can’t be true!!

I will never

Die

Crunch.

*

“………”

It has died.

Ending with me plunging the thorn I had created into the throat of the thrashing fool.

It completely vanished, turning into a handful of dust.

“…Ah.”

In that instant, all the strength drained from my body.

I no longer had the strength to stand, surrendering to fatigue.

“…I really.”

“…”

“I truly made it….”

As I lay sprawled on the floor, the girl who was Namgoong Min’s younger sister stared blankly between the now-turned-ash and the collapsed Namgoong Min.

…It seems like her voice changed a little. Her once translucent form returned to normal.

So surprised that she couldn’t react at all, perhaps.

“Do you not need to help your brother up?”

“Uh, huh?”

“He’s currently face-down on the ground.”

“…Brother.”

Just then, Namgoong Min’s younger sister began to move, kneeling down to place him on her lap.

Namgoong Min… well, he didn’t exactly look good, but he was alive.

‘I, too…’

<Explosive Power> quadrupled.

I knew this because it was my condition. Rehabilitation was out of the question.

More than half of my body, including my limbs, as well as the muscles in my lungs necessary for breathing, had vanished, making talking and even breathing difficult.

Thanks to my obsession to witness the end of that fool, I had managed to come this close with the thorn as my staff.

But now, it was truly over.

‘Still.’

In a way, feeling it was the last made it somewhat refreshing.

Having finished my revenge for the pain my parents and I endured.

Isn’t it finally time to relax?

“…You.”

“You don’t call me brother…”

“Are you crazy?”

“Well, I know… I can’t be a pleasant presence for you.”

If it were the past, I might have gotten angry, insisting I actually was Namgoong Min.

But right now, I understand it myself. The real one is over there, and I am merely an imitation of him.

Still, I thought of myself as Namgoong Min, and Namgoong Min recognized me as such.

That was merely how I defined my identity.

“What do you… want to say?”

It’s getting harder to speak.

But I didn’t stop the conversation.

“…Though you tried to kill your brother, and that god-claimed brat tossed you aside to become a summoned being…”

“…”

“Still… thank you. Thanks to you, my brother was able to win.”

Ha ha.

Thank you.

“Such… words…”

“…”

“Are kind of the first I’ve ever heard… and yet.”

“…And yet?”

“Since I’m also Namgoong Min, I don’t feel good hearing compliments from this little sister.”

“Damn you….”

If, if I had a younger sister, would it have felt like this?

But even if that wasn’t the case.

If I continued to live…

‘…The foolish brat.’

Even though I thought I was relieved, did I really want to live?

Look at yourself. In the end, you have nothing left.

Not your parents, not your routine, not your friends, not even your connections.

The only reason for my existence was to kill Namgoong Min.

And now that I had lost to him and been convinced by his devilish mouth, I had taken my final revenge on the instigator of it all.

What’s left after that is…

“…Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m waking up.”

“Brother!?”

Namgoong Min is waking up.

I looked at him.

With a complicated expression… I smiled.

*

I was sure I fainted after stabbing the heart of that cultist.

So why when I wake up, do I only see Jisoo’s face? Am I in hell?

“Am I dead…?”

“You’re alive, brother.”

“…I was just joking.”

I flinched.

I tried to get up, smiling naturally, but my left arm refused to respond at all, and my right arm only twitched a little.

Plus, maybe because I had lost too much blood, my head felt dizzy.

<Maiden's Breath> effect must have ended long ago.

Shouldn’t I be dead from shock? How am I still alive?

“Brother, thank that girl named Eileen.”

“Oh…?”

“That Holy Radiance you used didn’t just transport you—it healed you too. Just barely kept you alive, though…”

Ah, so it’s definitely Eileen.

This is what a saint does.

“Then what about Eileen?”

“She’s fine, so don’t worry. It seemed like the two souls were coexisting… though both pushed themselves, there shouldn’t be any problems with their lives.”

“That’s a relief.”

“…Yeah, a relief.”

“What about Abel?”

“If he’s a junior, I transported him to the Academy. What’s left here… is just me, you, and that person.”

He was transported, huh.

“Jisoo.”

“Yeah?”

“How much time do we have left?”

“…Now there’s a bit of leeway. I absorbed even the fragment of divinity that brat had.”

With that, Jisoo had finally returned to her original form and spoke so clearly, although she had barely existed in a translucent state moments ago.

“You won’t last long, though.”

“…Is that so?”

“We’ve frozen time in our world, and no matter how much I was a Hero, the position of a God was inherently burdensome. If I let go, that brat will reclaim it, so I’ve been maintaining it by force… but now, that’s over.”

“That cultist is.”

“Dead… I put a thorn in his throat.”

“Aren’t I the one who sliced his heart?”

“Just let it slide this time…”

That cultist, no, the former god is dead.

The Pope was taken by the Saint, the Vice Principal slumbers forever in a Dream Within a Dream, and the Emperor is dead.

Truly.

It’s all over now.

Then what’s left is…

“Brother, it’s now the end.”

“…”

“In this country, whatever choice you make, I can honor it.”

Snap.

With Jisoo snapping her fingers, two doors emerge.

One is a familiar semi-basement door.

And the other is the door to my fortune teller’s shop.

“The original world and this other world.”

“…”

“The choice is yours, brother.”

“…No.”

“Eh?”

That’s not it, Jisoo.

The order is wrong.

“What about you?”

“…”

“This world, or the other world. Where will you go?”

“…You refer to the original world as the other side, huh.”

“…”

“So you’ve already come in with the answer.”

The original world, the other world.

Just from those simple terms, we had already revealed our intentions to each other.

“Tell me, Jisoo.”

“I, I want to go back to that semi-basement…”

“You wouldn’t want to, though, right? It was cramped, smelly, damp. There were many bugs, hot in the summer, and cold in the winter.”

“…”

“What you think of is not the semi-basement from that day, but rather the memories we had there.”

You and I, the two remaining blood relatives in this world have such memories.

Jisoo knows me better than anyone, but I know Jisoo even better than that.

“Then… what will it be?”

“…”

“Though the time in the original world has paused, if the brother over there dies, it will also affect the soul that is you. So I kept the time frozen. If you don’t return to the original world, I have no choice but to keep the time frozen.”

“…”

“Of course I must maintain this divinity. It’s familiar. But.”

“But.”

“I am so tired now… Brother…”

“Jisoo.”

“I’ve waited a long time. Seventy years, or even longer. The time I lived as your sister is shorter than the time I’ve spent as a Hero and a God in this world.”

──Up till now, I’ve endured for you.

“Now, I want to act selfishly.”

“…”

“Let’s go back, brother. To our world, to our semi-basement.”

To that place where only the two of us can be.

“Let’s return.”

…What should I do now?

‘I have no choice but to keep time frozen.’

Even if the former god has died, because of that reason, Jisoo cannot abandon her position as a god.

If my physical body in the original world dies, it will also affect me.

If I listen to Jisoo, returning seems right.

But.

‘I promised everyone.’

To return again.

And I haven’t even told Abel, the Saint, or Eileen thank you yet.

If I just go back to the original world like this.

What will happen to Liu, Rain, Eun-ha, Eileen…?

‘Ultimately, the problem is with my other self in the original world.’

I came over here with just my soul, after all.

Unless I solve that──

“──Ah.”

“…Brother?”

“Jisoo, if you abandon your divine position… what will happen to this world?”

“…Brother, what do you think this thing called divinity is?”

“Who knows.”

“It doesn’t do anything.”

“Huh?”

“It doesn’t maintain the balance of the world or influence anything. If I wanted to, I could, but I just observe from above.”

“…”

“Looking at it, the word God fits more as just a Creator than anything else.”

“…Really?”

“Think about it, brother. Have I or that brat done anything beneficial as gods? Nothing. If the divine position becomes vacant, the observer merely vanishes, but this world will stay as it is.”

…If that’s the case.

The way to satisfy everything.

To resolve Jisoo’s inability to relinquish her divinity while also handling my issues with the original world.

It sounds like a crazy idea.

But one thought comes to mind…

“…Hey, the other me.”

“What is it… I’m reaching my limit too, so just say it.”

“It’s you.”

“Yeah…?”

“In that second life, living in another world…”

Aren’t you interested?

*

<Then, let us commence the entrance ceremony of the Romance Academy!>

“Wow….”

This is the auditorium of the Romance Academy, the floating city I had only heard tales about.

The newly admitted student at the Romance Academy lit up with excitement.

Even though I barely passed, this is the prestigious Romance Academy. Graduation promises a bright future ahead.

Moreover──

“Hey, did you hear? The rumors about the second-year seniors.”

“Of course. How could a class have the Saint, a rich tycoon, Arthur, and the royalty of the Daehan Empire all in one?! That special class seems like… the sky above the sky.”

“We’re already in the sky. It’s a floating city!”

“…Can I punch you?”

──Even within the storied history of the Romance Academy, the second-year seniors, dubbed the best golden generation ever, are desired by all.

However, the reason the newcomer is anticipating this isn’t simply for that.

The current Emperor of the Daehan Empire, the Crown Princess, the rich tycoon, the head of Arthur’s family, and the leader of that class is.

A Fortuneteller.

<Now, let the representative of the newcomers step forward.>

“Ah, the representative…?”

<Representative of the newcomers, Namgoong Jisoo!>

As the headmaster, who was the Vice Principal until last year, finished speaking, a girl with black hair stepped forward among the students.

Her long, flowing black hair, enchanting eyes, stunning looks, and slender figure.

The representative, who had already become an object of desire for many male students, walked confidently onto the stage.

“Representative of the newcomers, Namgoong Jisoo.”

“Yes, Headmaster.”

“Your name reminds me of a year ago. There was a fortuneteller who stood here.”

“…Is that so?”

“She was an unforgettable student back then… and she still is.”

Bang!!!

“What’s happening!?”

“The auditorium doors…?”

<Alright, we will now begin the entrance examination!>

“An entrance examination right from the start!?”

<Originally, it was conducted in a maze until last year, but this year, we will actively accept the claims of the second-years──>

“Accept claims…?”

<We shall hold an unlimited battle royale between the first-year and second-year students!!>

The moment those words ended, countless students, the second-years, poured into the auditorium through the doors.

In response, the newcomers hurriedly gathered in one place, facing the second-years.

In a tense situation where they were about to clash at any moment.

“Brother, what’s going on?”

“It’s sort of a welcome party. Or maybe a newcomer report?”

The representative of the newcomers, Namgoong Jisoo, and a male student from the second-year stepped forth.

He had black hair like Jisoo, wearing a black suit, a red shirt, and white gloves, all framed by a smile that seemed to blend his unbalanced attire.

He matched the description of the rumored Fortuneteller perfectly.

“Fortuneteller, Namgoong Min…!”

“Is that guy the second-year representative? And the leader of the special class?”

“…Huh? Namgoong Min? Namgoong Jisoo? Huh?”

At the moment when the students were thrown into confusion by the strange connection between the two representatives.

In the noisy scene, Namgoong Jisoo began to speak with a charming smile.

In a voice soft enough to not be heard by those around.

“Do you know? That guy has become a police officer.”

“…Already?”

“Since the time I froze, their time flows faster. Seeing as he was the same person as my brother, it looks like there’s no problem even entering a body. People say he even matches everything down to the details. Creepy.”

“Where did you hear that?”

“I may have stepped down, but I used to be a god, and I went back and forth between here and there as a hero, so….”

“Right, right, truly impressive.”

“What a piece of work, that brother of mine.”

“Well, as long as he’s doing well… that’s a relief. We should contact him.”

“If it’s from that temple, we can probably meet again, so don’t worry. But, I feel a piercing gaze from behind you.”

“Eh? Who? Liu? Rain? Eun-ha? Eileen?”

“It’s going to be quite difficult.”

“What do you mean?”

“Never mind. So, everyone, pay attention!!!!”

Stopping the small talk, with a refreshing smile, Namgoong Jisoo shouted to the entire auditorium.

“Our wonderful seniors have come personally to educate our newcomers! We must repay this well!!”

“Oooh, is that a rally cry?”

“Moreover, my sworn enemy is over there too! We, the students who have entered the Romance Academy!! Let’s not yield to the senior’s tyranny!!!”

“““Oooooh!!!”””

“What a talent for oration.”

“Who did she learn it from? But hey, brother.”

“Hm?”

“How about it? Are you… happy in this world?”

I never expected to be asked something like this.

Happy, huh.

‘Instead of a ruined body, my soul has become a police officer in another world.’

Abel has fulfilled his mission.

Kim Sung-il has become the Emperor.

Lucas has become the head of Arthur’s family.

The Saint is trying to reform the church.

Rain occasionally brings flowers to toss into the Dream Within a Dream.

Eileen and the Saintess have healed and are doing well.

Eun-ha has completely controlled her desire to kill.

Liu and I… we kissed again after coming back.

“Are you happy?”

I—

Have become the fortuneteller that my younger sister created in the game.

Though I don’t believe in such things.

After countless events, many connections, and life-and-death struggles, I can confidently say.

Right now, I am.

“Of course.”

No matter if I’m a fortuneteller or a cultist.

I’ve come to understand myself as well.

“Just that, if I could have one more thing, it would feel perfect.”

“…What is it?”

“I’ve had a dream I’ve always wished for.”

It was a wish I first dreamt of after falling into this world and have continued to wish for it since.

That is.

“Jisoo.”

“Yeah?”

“Just let me hit you once.”

“…What a crazy brother.”

“All second-years!! Though we haven’t received one, we must carry on the beautiful tradition of the entrance ceremony of the Romance Academy!!!”

“W-What, brother?”

“Everyone, charge!”

“““Waaaaaaa!!!”””

Boom!!!

The students entangled in skirmishes.

In the midst of chaos accomplished with a single word.

I looked at Jisoo’s exasperated expression.

“Let me hit you once, you brat!!”

“Get lost, you brother brat!!!”

Truly.

I was happy.

I had become the fortuneteller in my younger sister’s game. <The End>