I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 73

Point.

The only damned idea that came to mind was this one.

‘Two personalities, one must die.’

I had no prior knowledge of this fact, and of course, I had no means of resolving it.

If it could be solved by ordinary means, the Saint would have acted long ago.

However, if even the Saint, who was revered by the largest cult, found it impossible, then it wouldn’t matter who tried.

Game knowledge, connections I built here, and wealth were of no help whatsoever.

If there was truly anything I could rely on…

<Incredibly Useful Fortunetelling>

That one hopelessly named Job Skill.

‘The chance of being right is low, but Job Skills certainly reveal the truth.’

Just like it was with Wang Fei, and the fortunetelling before the Great Lake exam.

<Incredibly Useful Fortunetelling> guarantees the outcome, at least.

‘In the end, the last thing to believe in is the fortune-telling.’

I thought I had come to terms with it, but a sense of rejection surged deep within my chest. It was the nauseating feeling that I wouldn’t be using the fortune-telling but rather believing in it and entrusting my fate to it.

Visions of that cultist bastard, the changes in my parents, and those who perished due to fortune-telling flashed through my mind.

I mulled over it repeatedly in a short span of time… but in the end, the conclusion was the same.

‘I will fortune-tell.’

Eileen Teddy Bear, and the Saint.

They were the result of my choice.

I had changed my life, which was originally destined to suffer and disappear.

Then, it was only natural that I had to be responsible for both.

Even if there was a faint possibility of saving Eileen, I couldn’t let my emotions ruin that.

Pulling a chair, I sat in front of the tear-streaked Saint, shuffling the cards that appeared in mid-air.

“Please draw a card.”

“………….”

Let’s keep in mind: Always smile and stay relaxed.

A fortuneteller must never be tense. Trust in the fortune comes from the fortuneteller.

A fortuneteller who shows anxiety on the surface is an amateur.

So, I wrap it all up with the same smile, as if I’m certain it will be resolved.

“……Namgoong Min, I’m truly sorry, but….”

“I’ve heard the whole story.”

“………I want to be with this child, my sister. If Eileen disappears… I’ll stay by your side for the rest of my life.”

Tears streamed down the Saint’s face once more.

Her fingertips trembled.

“Just for today… please go back.”

“No.”

“…Why not?”

“I came to save you and Eileen.”

“……!”

A lie, and a scam.

That’s what I’m best at.

So let’s deceive myself. I can fix this. I can end it with a happy ending.

Only then can I truly feel at ease.

“Namgoong Min.”

“I will ensure you stay with Eileen, so please draw a card.”

“………I will trust you. That’s my reason for existing…”

Thud.

The Saint picked one of the cards with trembling hands.

Her eyes were shaking endlessly, but they looked at me earnestly.

Meeting her gaze, I opened my mouth before the card was flipped.

<How can the Saint and Eileen coexist?>

“……!”

A shiver.

It’s only natural that the conclusion everyone can smile at would be coexistence.

While the name is absurd, the Job Skill enhanced through several Job Quests shows a higher accuracy than before.

Embarrassingly, I’m relying on this probability alone.

‘The probability is 24%.’

I’m betting everything on one in four.

“Please flip it over.”

“……Yes.”

Then, the card drawn by the Saint──

[Job Skill <Incredibly Useful Fortunetelling> Complete!

Fortunetelling Content: <How can the Saint and Eileen coexist?>
Course of the Fortune: <None>
Outcome of the Fortune: There is no such method. It is futile.
Probability of the Actual Outcome Executed: 24% (Base 14% + Tarot Card Use 8% + Fortuneteller’s Glove Bonus 2%)]

“………….”

“Um, Namgoong Min? Why is this card empty…?”

──It was completely blank.

With no symbols, decorations, numbers, or letters, just a blank card.

Of course, it was a card that doesn’t exist in tarot.

‘…Is this the same context as last time’s <World>?’
If using a Job Skill causes the tarot cards to change randomly,
What’s even more shocking is the result of the fortune.

──There is no such method. It is futile.

Naturally, it was an outcome I couldn’t accept.

‘No, since it’s a 24% probability that it’s right, doesn’t that imply there’s actually more than a 70% probability that a method exists?’

…I couldn’t draw a conclusion too quickly.

Above all, the words “it’s futile” were oddly unsettling.

I felt that this couldn’t end with just one round.

“Namgoong Min?”

“<Incredibly Useful Fortunetelling>.”

“……What is this?”

“Let’s try again.”

It was the second use of the Job Skill in a day.

For a moment, my head felt dizzy, but I didn’t let my smile fade.

‘As expected, repeating use carries serious penalties.’

The result of a Job Skill relies on probability, and it doesn’t tell you whether the answer is correct or incorrect.

So, what would happen if I asked the same question multiple times?

If the right answer comes up with a 24% probability, wouldn’t it mean that the right answer would show up about 2-3 times out of ten?

But such a straightforward method was, of course, blocked.

A Job Skill can only be used once per day.

Anything beyond that exerts a significant strain on the body.

‘But what can I do?’
It only tires my body; it doesn’t make it impossible to use the Job Skill.

My head throbbed deeply, but I continued to wait for the Saint to draw another card, maintaining my smile.

<How can the Saint and Eileen coexist?>

While asking the same question, when the Saint flipped the card.

[Job Skill <Incredibly Useful Fortunetelling> Complete!

Fortunetelling Content: <How can the Saint and Eileen coexist?>
Course of the Fortune: <None>
Outcome of the Fortune: There is no such method. It is futile.
Probability of the Actual Outcome Executed: 24% (Base 14% + Tarot Card Use 8% + Fortuneteller’s Glove Bonus 2%)]

“Again….”

“…………ha.”

Once more, it was blank.

Just to be sure, I checked the other cards, but they were only normal tarot cards.
It was just that among the 78 cards, the two drawn by the Saint were blank.

“……….”

No way.

“<Incredibly Useful Fortunetelling>.”

“Namgoong Min.”

“Let’s try again, again.”

Couldn’t be.

Believing that my reaction revealed the result, the Saint wore an expression of resignation as she drew the card again, and when she asked the same question.

“……….”

“………….”

Again.

It was blank.

[Job Skill <Incredibly Useful Fortunetelling> Complete!

Fortunetelling Content: <How can the Saint and Eileen coexist?>
Course of the Fortune: <None>
Outcome of the Fortune: There is no such method. It is futile.
Probability of the Actual Outcome Executed: 24% (Base 14% + Tarot Card Use 8% + Fortuneteller’s Glove Bonus 2%)]

‘……It’s futile?’

Fortune-telling is not omnipotent. No one knows that better than I do.
For instance, even if asking how to make the sun rise in the west, or how to suddenly end the world, fortune-telling cannot provide answers.

There is no such method.
Fortune-telling tells you the answers that exist somewhere in the world, not how to create something from nothing.

The result of the Job Skill was pressing this reality upon me.
No matter how much I fortunetell or rely on the probability.
Originally, there isn’t any method for the Saint and Eileen to coexist.

“………….”

As I realized this fact, I momentarily fell into a daze.
Then, a new status window appeared before my eyes.

[Job Exclusive Quest: <Accepted Fate>
<Saint>, <Saint> are jobs that inherently possess personalities, eliminating the personality of their job owner, and have been passed down through generations.
The personality itself may not be inherited, but the experiences, wisdom, and memories that personality accumulated are inherited little by little.
There have been countless attempts so far. The personality of <Saint> once tried to vanish out of hatred, and there have even been attempts to erase the job itself.
However, currently, <Saint> and <Saint> are still intact.
To accept an unavoidable fate is also the fortuneteller’s duty.
Please accept it.

Objective: Give up
Duration: Until the personality of Eileen Teddy Bear disappears
Reward: Strengthening of Job Skill <Incredibly Useful Fortunetelling>, Fortuneteller Exclusive Artifact, Fortuneteller Exclusive Equipment, Fortuneteller Exclusive General Skills, Increase in the number of uses of Job Skills per day, Improvement of Physical Aptitude]

‘Give up?’
Since I couldn’t accept it, it seemed as though even the status window was trying to nail it in my mind.
To accept fate is the duty of a fortuneteller, huh.
As proof that this was a quest that was hard to accept, the rewards were different in quantity from before.
At this moment, when the road to the ending is quite distant, every single one is a precious reward.
Thus, my answer was already decided.

“Get lost.”

“Namgoong Min?”

“Let’s try again, again.”

Accept? Give up? Don’t kid with me.
To submit to fate is the fortuneteller’s duty, huh?
‘I’m not a fortuneteller.’
I accepted the fortuneteller as a job, but I never once thought I was a true fortuneteller.
So, I don’t have to follow that bastard’s duty.
So,

“Draw the card.”

<Incredibly Useful Fortunetelling>
For the fourth time, I got a nosebleed, but it quickly disappeared thanks to the <Cleanliness> skill.
<Incredibly Useful Fortunetelling>
For the seventh time, the tinnitus and headache became so severe that I couldn’t even hear the Saint speak. Yet, I maintained my smile.
<Incredibly Useful Fortunetelling>
For the tenth time, blood flowed not only from my nose but also from my ears and eyes. Still, thanks to <Cleanliness>, I could manage.
<Incredibly Useful Fortunetelling>
For the fourteenth time, one eye grew dim to the point of going black. Now, I only hear the tinnitus, and I feel nothing but headaches and sharp pains.
Yet, I think I’m still holding onto my smile.
<Incredibly Useful Fortunetelling>
For the sixteenth time, suddenly, I felt warmth in my hand. The Saint, holding my hand, was shedding tears profusely.
I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but I knew what she would say.
“I’m still managing.”
…I thought I answered her properly, but the sounds that came out were incomprehensible.
How embarrassing.
<Incredibly Useful Fortunetelling>
For the twenty-second time, now I could see nothing but darkness beyond the status window.
Mechanically, I shuffled the cards and asked questions.
I began to wonder if I was speaking properly, but the glowing status window before my eyes remained unchanged.
This time too, the card was blank. The result was the same.
It was said that the law of large numbers applies? This was only the twenty-second time. I can still manage.
I shuffled the cards again.
<Incredibly Useful Fortunetelling>
I learned that when the pain becomes too great, it stops being felt. This was the thirtieth time.
Because of that, fortune-telling became easier. Wasn’t my smile likely returning?
In the corner of my vision, I could still see the Job Quest. For some reason, the “accept it” content seemed to have increased.
Get lost.
<Incredibly Useful Fortunetelling>
For the sixty-fifth time.
Was it just my feeling, or was every card I touched damp?
It’s a very simple process, so it shouldn’t take more than ten seconds per use of the Job Skill, yet it felt like a very long time had passed.
Again, the result was the same.
When I scoffed at the contents of the Job Quest, which seemed to plead, I was about to shuffle the cards again when—
“………Sir.”
There was warmth.
“…………Min.”
Light appeared in the previously dark field of vision.
“Namgoong Min, sir.”
…And there she was, the Saint.
The Saint looked worse than a moment ago. Having cried so much, her eyes were bloodshot, and her hands trembled visibly, turning a sickly shade of blue.
Her voice was hoarse, and her breath was ragged, but…
…She, embracing me, was still beautiful.
“Stop, please stop…”
“………Draw the card.”
“Please, please, please. I don’t want to see you suffer anymore…”
“…….”
“So please give up; I will remember Eileen for a lifetime, so please…”
“……No.”
“Namgoong Min.”
“Why are you giving up?”
“……What?”
Taken aback by the sudden change of tone, the Saint opened her bloodshot eyes wide.
The speech that was almost rude, lacking the respectful tone of a ‘fortuneteller’, yet…
I was being sincere.
“You said you were sisters? That she’s precious to you?”
“Of course, of course.”
“Then why are you willing to give up? You shouldn’t give up. You should beg anyone.”
“……….”
“If she’s truly precious, if she’s something you would sacrifice your life for.”
──Who is this brat?
──I’ll do anything.
──What a daring brat? Do you realize I’m the reason your parents died?
──I do.
──But you still want to follow me?
──I have to, to be able to save Jeesoo.
──What a fucking brat. Fine, do as you wish, and I’ll let you use me abundantly.
“What will I do? Desperately begging, kneeling, throwing away pride.”
“……….”
“Whether earning money or learning scams, whether smiling while getting beaten, whatever.”
“………….”
“I’m a fortuneteller, and you’re my customer. Customers can just draw cards and listen to the results.”
“……….”
“Finding the answers is the fortuneteller’s job. It’s the fortuneteller’s interpretation that leads to the answer, not fate or probability.”
That way, the fortuneteller can avoid being consumed by the fortune-telling.
Just like that damned cultist said.
A fortuneteller is one who manipulates the fortune-telling, not someone who believes in it.
“So, draw the card.”
“………….”
“Forget about the notion of giving up.”
And so,
This was the sixty-sixth time.
Thanks to the Saint’s skill, my physical condition has improved, and now, it’s time to restart.
It seemed quite late as the sky outside was dim. It was already late since the time we got to this house.
Just as I was about to shuffle the cards again—
“……Huh?”
…Suddenly, I felt an intuition.
With a vague conviction, I reached out to the air while shuffling the cards. Of course, it was meaningless and inexplicable behavior.
Naturally, nothing would be felt but dust and air.
Yet, something caught my hand.
“…Namgoong Min, what is that…?”
“Ha.”
…It was a glass teapot.
Filled with water.

[By acting like a fortuneteller, the usage condition of the exclusive artifact <Glass Teapot of Water Divination> has been unlocked.]

[<Glass Teapot of Water Divination>
The water inside the glass teapot is invisible due to its transparency.
So is your future.

* It is an exclusive artifact for the job <Fortuneteller>! You can summon it whenever you wish!
* To use it, you must fulfill 3 conditions! The conditions will be unlocked when you act like a fortuneteller! => Conditions unlocked!
1. The more you act ‘like a fortuneteller’, the more water fills the teapot. You can only use it when the teapot is full.
2. The sky must darken so that the stars are visible.
3. You must not believe in water divination.
* You cannot use a normal teapot!]

[All conditions have been fulfilled.]

[You can temporarily use the Special Skill <Water Divination>.]

“………Namgoong Min?”
“…Put your hands together.”
“What?”
“Just put your hands together.”
It was a sudden command, but the Saint quietly complied with my words, thinking he wouldn’t use the Job Skill.
The Saint didn’t want her god to suffer.
“Here…”
“Well done.”
Swoosh.
I poured the water from the glass teapot into the Saint’s cupped hands.
Though her trembling hands could have spilled the water between her fingers, the water from the teapot rose quietly in her hands without spilling or shaking.
As her small hands filled with water, the faint starlight visible from beyond the window reflected in the water.
Water reflecting stars. Water holding stars.
The fortuneteller quietly dipped a finger into the water and star.

Special Skill <Water Divination>.

“……Huh?”
The stars in the water began to shine.
As the fortuneteller’s finger moved, new stars rose, forming lines connecting one star to another.
Even though the Saint’s hands trembled and the fortuneteller’s finger moved, the water and stars remained calm, undisturbed.
As several stars rose and began to connect to each other, the Saint unintentionally spoke.
“……Twins?”
The connected stars formed the constellation of Gemini.
Yet even more stars lifted up as if they resembled two girls.
Grasping hands made of stars, the twins reflected in the water.
As the Saint gazed at that sight in a daze.
‘………Onii-chan?’
“……E, Eileen?”
‘Ah….’
“Eileen? Eileen!?”
‘This is… a memory….’
“Eileen!”
‘Warm memories… I remember… it’s coming back.’
The Saint’s sister, who had been asleep at the Great Lake, her voice unable to be heard,
Eileen Teddy Bear opened her eyes.
At that moment, the Saint realized.
“……Oh.”
She could see that she was standing not in the room but in a field.
No, it wasn’t just a field.
A field, a lake, a village, family, happiness, surprise, joy, sorrow, mother, parting, pain, father, home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home.
The life of the girl named Eileen Teddy Bear, that trajectory,
Began to take shape as it passed through the Saint.
“……E, Eileen.”
The appearance, filled with countless memories and recollections, looked just like the Saint herself.
So the Saint softly clasped her hand in response.
This time, she held that hand tightly so it wouldn’t disappear.
And then, she pressed her forehead against her.

“I… I’m here.”
Eileen spoke.
“I can feel it…!”
The Saint replied.
It was the moment two sisters coexisted.