155 – 31. The Fortune Teller’s Past
A mediator spewing black blood everywhere, and a diary that was destroyed as if it were bursting from the inside.
Liu, standing in front of the arbitrator whose entire body was covered in blood, took out a dagger.
“You b*tch, were you prepared to get hit?”
“……This is surprising. They destroyed the artifact from the inside…?”
“I’ve touched that type of artifact many times… That’s it, let’s get it right.”
“hehehehe, are you planning to kill me when I’m weakened?”
“Who kills someone physically? Everyone has an idea.”
“………?”
Contrary to the mediator’s thoughts that physical torture would be used.
Liu, who was smiling despite being overheated with anger, turned around to face Eunha.
What to do about the arbitrator had already been agreed upon with everyone.
“Princess, there are no problems with cleaning up, right?”
“Still, the arbitrator has been on a long vacation recently, and even though something like this happened in the imperial family, he doesn’t leave the door, so I’m just wondering what he’s doing. I don’t think he’ll take my brother’s side, so it doesn’t matter. .”
“What…?”
“Don’t you know? Well, you said that you couldn’t die even if you wanted to because you were mediating contracts, right? I heard that from the princess.”
“……….”
“So, I’m saying I’ll make it easier for you.”
Right after Liu’s firm words.
Rayne, who came to his senses from the aftereffects of excessive use of superpowers, snapped his fingers.
The mediator, unable to even resist the psychic’s
Superpower, floats in the air, shedding black blood.
Is it true that one cannot die?
When the black blood flowing from all the pores slowly stopped, and the places that were covered in blood and scars returned to their original state.
Aileen, the saint, took a step forward.
“…Saint?”
“…I sense a really unpleasant energy from you, you are a non-believer among non-believers.”
“What? Are you going to hit me in the stomach with that fist?”
“No way, that’s so merciful… And simple, isn’t it?”
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The somewhat dark room is filled with brilliant light.
The saintess, with a halo on her head and wings spread behind her back, glared at her intercessor with truly laughable eyes.
Because the mediator’s face hardened for a moment after seeing .
“Are you… Crazy? How much life are you willing to burn?”
“Do you seem to know Well?”
“I know much better than a crazy b*tch like you. I am under the protection of the Great One. No matter how saintly I am, if I were to interfere with me, I would have to be prepared to commit suicide, right?”
“So what?”
“What…?”
“Unbeliever, I know very well that you are a frog in a well.”
There is nothing wrong with what the mediator said.
A skill that only adults can have, Is a powerful skill that consumes lifespan and vitality to achieve your wishes.
Because the efficiency was not very good, it was only a skill to prove that one was a saint or a saint.
Even the saint, Raphael Martina, rarely used .
But that is just a general perception.
The saint and Eileen, who succeeded in coexisting for the first time with the help of Namgoong Min, have the lifespan and vitality of two people, even if simply calculated.
Even if the speed is slow, the size of the soul and lifespan can be restored by recalling memories.
To her, her Was just a very useful skill.
Like right now.
” Can fulfill any wish she wants. Well, I heard that the wish to make the profession of saint or saint disappear was impossible…”
“What on earth are you thinking…!”
“Even if the job called Itself cannot be erased.”
“……!!”
“It means that a little twist is possible.”
“Saint!!!!”
Despite the anger of the Arbiter who sensed her saint’s true intentions, she continued to scoff and pointed the light of her Halo at the Arbiter.
Quad Deuk.
“…Kuhhh!?”
I can hear you.
On the outside, there is no change. He didn’t vomit blood, he just screamed in pain.
The organs, heart, and brain inside the body are all fine.
But.
Transcends the dimension of appearance or interior.
The most fundamental thing that makes up a person called a mediator.
I can hear the sound of the job called Cracking.
“Whoa…!”
No matter how Is, it doesn’t mean that anything will come true. Simply put, a wish that demands more in return than the saint’s lifespan cannot be granted.
That is why the saint and Eileen squeezed out all their lifespan and vitality. This continued until the saint’s self-consciousness became clouded and her Eileen spirit became smaller.
It was revenge driven by evil.
The greatest revenge that the saint and Eileen can take.
Although Is at the edge of inefficiency, if almost two people’s lives were invested, it produces results corresponding to that.
“aaah!!!”
My job is distorted. The very foundation of a person is shaken.
This is completely different from a skill thief stealing job skills.
In the end, it’s just stealing, and unlike if you kill the skill thief, it goes back to normal.
The saint and Eileen had no intention of being satisfied with a temporary phenomenon.
Soon.
Suddenly.
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“………Ah.”
The arbitrator, who finally let out an ominous sound, is released from his supernatural power and is thrown helplessly.
If you look at the outside, the black bleeding has stopped and the wounds have disappeared, leaving him in good condition.
The arbitrator did not think so at all.
“No way…!”
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“Off…!!”
The skill is not used.
The job skills that could be used like breathing disappeared, leaving only terrible pain, discomfort, and emptiness.
On the contrary, the more I try to use it, the more I struggle with the pain that feels like my head and heart are being stabbed with a knife.
What does it mean to job holders who cannot use their job skills?
Especially if your physical abilities are not that great and you do not have any special general skills.
It literally means ‘but not killed.’
“Phew….”
“Thank you for your hard work, saint.”
“I’ll leave the rest to you, unbeliever.”
“Don’t worry.”
The princess took Eileen, who was breathing heavily and almost collapsed in front of the despairing mediator, and made her sit on a chair.
In the end, it was impossible to delete the job itself, and I had to be satisfied with twisting the job skills.
Even though it was at best, the saint and Eileen were literally driven to the brink of death.
For a while, Will not be able to even think about it and will just have to focus on recovery.
Nevertheless, the saintess and Eileen smiled with satisfaction.
The unbelievers who dared to touch their gods were punished appropriately.
He was able to smile even though he was sweating and his hands and feet were shaking.
“…Anyway, it’s a fun thing to do.”
“You evil b*tch, what is it again?”
“I didn’t think there would be any way to cooperate with these firefoxes here.”
“Crazy b*tch?”
“It’s funny, isn’t it? The four of us fought so hard, but as soon as Namgoong Min got involved, we connected like ghosts.”
“……………….”
“……….”
“……………….”
It was just as Lane said.
Just a few days ago, we were really fighting for the right to travel for 2 days and 1 night.
As soon as we had something in common, Namgoong Min, we understood each other.
A strange relationship in which they fight over Namgoong Min, but cooperate in matters related to him.
Great wealth, superpower, princess, saint.
How far can we go if four networks that can have a huge influence not only on the Academy but also on the world as a whole work together?
The mediator in front of him was informing him.
Even a magnate who was one of the three consuls of the Korean Empire was turned into a ruined person.
“…Let’s take care of everything first.”
There are still many stories to be told.
Namgoong Min’s past seen through his diary. A sister who doesn’t exist, a pseudo-fortune teller.
First of all, before everything was said, Eunha, who was in charge of handling the mediator and taking care of the situation, came forward.
That moment.
“What are you all doing here?”
“…Huh?”
“I, Namgoong Min…?”
“Why are you doing this? It’s like you saw someone you shouldn’t see.”
A familiar voice is heard from behind everyone.
The four female students quickly turned around and their eyes widened.
Namgoong Min, smiling, was standing in a different outfit than usual.
“W-how do you know about this place…?”
“Ah, I heard from the principal. He told me to go this way.”
“…What about travel?”
“Travel?… I had a good trip.”
“Is that so…?”
“Of course. But princess? Could you please step aside for a moment?”
“……What did you say?”
“Huh? Please step aside for a moment…”
“…I understand.”
Aileen sitting on her chair in a cold sweat, Raine tilting her head for some reason, Eunha with a meaningful expression, and Namgoong Min passing by Liu who didn’t say anything.
Still in despair, he picked up the mediator who was on his knees and carried him.
“Uh……uh…….”
“I will take this person with me for a while.”
“……….”
“…………Hmm.”
“……………….”
“……………….”
“Okay, I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”
When Namgoong Min, smiling and waving, was about to leave the room carrying the mediator.
Liu suddenly opened his mouth.
“Hey, fortune teller.”
“…Why are you doing that? Mr. Liu.”
“Do you know how much you owe me?”
“……Well, wouldn’t it be roughly 1 billion?”
“f*ck.”
Liu, holding the dagger, , Aimed it straight into the air.
The artifact took effect as soon as it was pointed at Namgoong Min.
“Huh!?”
Bam!!
Nam Goong Min, who was forced to fly, hit the wall with the mediator on his back and groaned.
Rain, who did not miss the opportunity, uses his supernatural powers to lift him and the mediator into the air.
Eunha walks in front of them with her fists clenched.
“Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”
“Shut up, fake.”
“What…?”
“When Min calls me, she doesn’t call me princess. She calls me Eunha.”
“……….”
“Plus, Namgoong Min doesn’t walk or smile that way. His stride length and smiling style are clearly different.”
“……………….”
“What’s more, the fortune teller owes me over 1 trillion won? What is 1 billion?”
While the princess, the psychic, and the wealthy man were shooting at the strange Namgoong Min, Eileen, who was almost at her limit, also got up from her chair.
Unbelievers who impersonate God should have been dealt with directly by the saint.
“And…Namgoong Min is a man of manners. He always calls the principal “Principal.”
“……….”
“It will be difficult for an unbeliever who impersonates him to atone for his sins even by death.”
They may not look the same, but they are just the same person. Height, weight, and voice are all the same as Namgoong Min.
However, unless it was the real person, the details were bound to be different.
For example, a title.
For example, stride length.
For example, a relationship between two people.
For example, the way you speak.
If it’s your first time seeing Namgoong Min or you haven’t seen him much, you can easily fool him.
It was a meaningless act if limited to the four female students present.
“Tell me about your purpose, fake.”
“…Fake, fake.”
“What? Why is it like that?”
“Who decides who is fake and who is real?”
“First of all, you are not a non-believer.”
“Even the Emperor…And the Creator…Even if everyone calls me a fake…!”
“…Wait a minute, everyone step back!”
“I am Namgoong Min! I am Namgoong Min!!!”
Phew!
Has some kind of artifact been activated?
Suddenly, Namgoong Min and the mediator were enveloped in an unknown light.
Everyone quickly retreated, and only Rain tried to tie up the fake Namgoong Min by unleashing her superpowers even more.
Namgoong Min and the mediator had already disappeared somewhere.
The light slowly diminished, and only empty space greeted them.
“I couldn’t catch it even with supernatural powers… It must be a fairly powerful artifact.”
“My two Min…?”
“What about you two? That unbeliever just now is clearly a fake.”
“Anyway, the problem is that some as*shole impersonating a fortune teller took the bitch.”
“…It’s becoming a nuisance.”
Eunha, who sensed that work would be quite tiring, sighed.
It was a sigh of relief because he knew how politically useful the fact that the saint had ruined the mediator and allowed the other three to do so would be.
But that does not mean that a settlement has become impossible.
With my brother…… If you tell your father in advance, you can at least get rid of it before it surfaces within the Korean Empire.
“Nothing will change if you stay here, so let’s get out first.”
“The non-believer is right. I also have to go home first.”
“Tsk, I guess I should tell my brother too. There’s someone impersonating Namgoong Min.”
“Anyway, why are you disguising yourself as a fortune teller?”
“Ah! Mr. Liu! Eileen! Rain! Eunha!”
“……………….”
“……….”
“……………….”
“……………….”
“I went on a trip with the hero and now I’m back! The place I went to was a familiar one, so there are no souvenirs… Everyone? Why are you looking at me like that…?”
“It’s true.”
“It’s true.”
“Really.”
“You fortune teller, is it real this time?”
“…Yes?”
“I’ll talk to you later. Min, if you haven’t eaten dinner, shall we eat together?”
“Namgoong Min, I feel dizzy…”
“Namgoong Min? Lucas is also waiting for Namgoong Min. Let’s go to Arthur’s mansion and eat!”
“You fortune teller, you’re not planning on ignoring me, who dumped me after I confessed to you, right?”
“…Hero, please save me.”
And.
Abel Legion went on a two-day, one-night trip to the United States with Namgoong Min and returned after hearing about his dark past.
I looked refreshingly at the fortune teller whose arms and legs were grabbed by four female students.
“………Die…”
“Hero!?”
At this moment, I am not like a hero, but as a solo Abel Legion.
I gave a sincere answer to Namgoong Min, who was being dragged along.