164 – 32. Exchange Meeting
To become the real Namgoong Min.
It didn’t really look like he was lying. From , There was no hint of deception in his breathing, pulse, or tone of voice.
But.
“Um…Nam Goong Min?”
“What is it?”
“The other parts are okay, but the part where you said that if God kills me, all of my daily life will return… I was shaken even when you said it yourself.”
“……….”
“Don’t you know? Even if you succeed in killing me, there’s no way that former god will give you your daily life back.”
“……………….”
I was immediately usurped by Jisoo, and due to lack of strength, I could not even properly create an environment to create ‘me’.
‘Life without Jisoo and the pseudo-bastard?’
Can we call that Namgoong Min?
There is no way I could at least be the ‘me’ in this position.
I never gave up hope because of Jisoo, and because of the pseudo-cub, I experienced all the hardships in my life.
It is true that I personally want to kill that pseudo bastard myself, but I do not deny that that bastard had a profound influence on my personality.
Anyway, can God, who couldn’t even create such variables, really return daily life to Namgoong Min over there?
“What are you believing in?”
“……….”
“I think you’re quite immature and have trouble controlling your emotions, but you’re not stupid.”
Is it an escape from reality?
It was said that the former Minister of God, hatred was directed at Jisoo, who usurped his position, and at me, who raised Jisoo.
Something bothered me.
“hehehe, hehehe…….”
“…Has the swarm been left open for too long?”
“hehehe…Hey, Namgoong Min.”
“Why?”
“Fortune…Tell your fortune in front of my eyes.”
“…Huh?”
I glared at him for a moment at the sudden request, but I didn’t expect his smile to disappear even as he was bleeding.
After thinking for a moment, I opened my mouth.
“.”
“…What is that?”
“Don’t ask anything.”
Plague. It breaks the mood.
The other person, who was flinching and embarrassed at the stupid skill name I recited, soon widened his eyes when he saw the tarot card that appeared out of thin air.
“Try your fortune.”
“What?”
“What will happen to him if he kills you?”
“……”
When the tarot cards were mixed, a question was asked.
I chose 3 cards.
[Job skill Completed!
Divination content:
Progress of divination: , , .
Results of divination: …… A usurped god dies. Torn apart by a new god, not even a single form remains.
But the usurped god dies but does not die. Afterwards, he waited a long time for the new god, who was angry and disappointed, to commit suicide, and then caused usurpation.
In the end, God will return to his original place.
Probability of the result of the divination being carried out as is: ???% (It is fate.)]
“……….”
While I couldn’t easily keep my mouth shut about the shocking results.
The other me muttered as if I was convinced.
“You don’t have to ask what the results were.”
“How…….”
“It’s fate, it’s fate.”
Destiny?
What is that──
“It is a type of artificial intelligence that answers the fortune teller’s job skills.”
“What?”
“It is safe to say that it is the world itself… Created by the one who was usurped and a new god. That answers our job skills.”
“……….”
“If it were the world itself that could interpret the dots and derive probabilities. If the result was the future predicted by the world.”
──That, indeed, is fate.
“That’s right. I don’t completely believe in him, the usurped one. Rather, what I believe in is divination. This is all I have had since I was a child.”
“……………….”
“And judging by the dots, he said that if he kills you, he can usurp the throne again. Even if he lacks power now, there is no way he will lack power after returning as the creator.”
“…What about Tosa Gupin? How long do we have to wait until then?”
“It’s Woo-moon. Namgoong Min.”
“What?”
“My parents are dead anyway, and all I have left is the desire to kill you.”
“So…You won’t know unless you try?”
“I know very well.”
It was only then that I realized it clearly.
In this world where there is no index and no pseudo-bastards, I am definitely different from ‘me’.
He is also definitely Namgoong Min.
“If I kill you, he can rely on fate, but if I give up now, what will be left?”
“……….”
“I ask you one question. Are you really going to save me…Even after this?”
…… My head was spinning.
No matter what, the other me faithfully follows the former god. Because there is no other way than that anyway.
But isn’t that something that can be solved if a new method is presented?
‘……… But I can’t contact Jisoo.’
Knowing that, does the former god also set my other self free?
Because I know that there is no other way than to follow him anyway.
At this point, I become curious.
‘Was it really a lack of strength?’
The appearances of former gods that I have seen so far were overwhelming.
It was hard to believe that his presence, influence, and those he treated as subordinates were all usurped gods.
That kind of being really lacked power, so it created me by excluding the two biggest elements that make up me?
The questions deepen, but there is no answer.
In the end, I have no choice but to face my former god again.
“……………….”
We had a fairly long conversation, but my complexion was still fine. The job holder’s body allowed him to survive for quite a long time even if his stomach was pierced by a sword.
I could probably say more.
“Go now.”
“…Are you really going to save me?”
“So, are you going to kill me? Well, I did intend to kill you, but… Get out of the way anyway.”
“……………….”
Namgoong Min over there is also Namgoong Min.
Another Nam Goong Min tried to kill me, but is his crime entirely his?
‘I have no intention of forgiving you at all.’
However, I have no desire to kill him for the crime.
Of course, only one condition was needed.
“One last thing.”
“…What is it?”
“I understand why you want to kill me. Since you saved your life, you will definitely want to take my life.”
“……………….”
“However, even my friends…Don’t target innocent people.”
“…Let’s end it with just you and me?”
“This is not a suggestion, but a warning, so make no mistake.”
Ending it with just you and me? That’s funny.
The other me will receive help from the emperor, the principal, and the mediator, and I will also borrow the power of my friends.
However, even if we receive help, the tips of our swords must only be pointed at each other.
Otherwise.
“You wouldn’t want an outcome like being assassinated without a rat or a bird knowing, right?”
“……Keep this in mind.”
I don’t know what the conclusion will be with the other me.
It was a sufficient answer.
*
“It was a failure, didn’t it work out poorly?”
“……Principal.”
“What? Don’t you call me Nim? Please enlarge the hole in that belly bag more?”
“……I’m sorry.”
“Anyway, the young bastard these days. How much more of a fortune teller? If the former gentleman, Shin, hadn’t directly asked me to do so, I wouldn’t have gotten involved with someone like you.”
“…Yes.”
Emperor, principal, mediator.
The three who can hear the whispers of that being, former God, also participated in Namgoong Min’s ‘education’.
He manipulates the mind, manipulates the body, and experiments with all kinds of magic and contracts.
In the meantime, ‘Namgoong Min’s’ personality had to be maintained, so dramatic changes were impossible.
Nevertheless, we provided training to enable him to have physical abilities and extraordinary intelligence that far surpass that of an ordinary
Fortune teller.
‘And you still lose?’
Even with a hole in the stomach and bleeding profusely?
Not even the principal knows what happened inside the dome made of clay. It was a dome she created with magic, but she couldn’t know the whole story because she was transported to subspace through Namgoong Min’s skill inside it.
However, if the principal had not intervened immediately after returning from subspace to the dome, the situation would have escalated.
Even though there was a hole in the stomach, the one who entered the dome was Luke Effenstein, but the one who came out was another Namgoong Min.
“Should I say thank you? It’s a good thing I was quick to notice, otherwise your existence would have been known to all the students, right?”
“…Thank you…”
“Tsk, I should have done that a long time ago.”
However, the principal himself also suffered significant ‘loss’.
As soon as the dome collapsed, he was transported to the stadium and covered the failure player with the jacket he was wearing.
And then he gave Namgoong Min a compliment that he didn’t mean to, erased the existence of his failure as much as possible, and even used the excuse of treatment to transport him to space.
In the end, isn’t the principal and the greatest battle mage giving in to a mere ?
‘I don’t like it.’
Both the failure and Namgoong Min are annoying. If I could, I would completely banish him from sight and from this academy…… Only………
‘Why on earth? ‘Why doesn’t everyone see it that way?’
A fortune teller at best is actually leading a special class with the most brilliant talent and special job?
A hero, a royal family member, a person with psychic abilities, a magician, a saint, or a wealthy person considers an insignificant profession like a fortune teller to be their friend?
‘It’s such a bullsh*t thing. ‘Of course.’
The world must be led by people with jobs. He reigns over the foolish and weak common people and must take care of them personally.
And most non-combat jobs are useful. It’s nothing compared to a combat job where you go out and fight, but it’s still respectable.
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But isn’t Any different?
A trash job with no value other than telling useless fortunes. In such a topic, the shame of being called a job holder is itself.
That’s why the principal didn’t like Namgoong Min’s failure.
I just endured it again and again because there was something God said before.
“For that stupid wound, take the medicine over there. They’re all artifacts, right? Don’t touch anything useless.”
“…I understand.”
“You’ll be fine in about a month. Until then, stay calm.”
The principal looked away from the failure who obediently followed his instructions and clicked his tongue.
I know they’re hiding it, but wouldn’t it be better to just leave it outside the academy?
Romance Academy, where she is the principal, is a base for the future where excellent students attend. There’s a fortune teller walking around in a place like that……
“Ah… It’s disgusting.”
Well, since Namgoong Min has already become a ‘student’, he is already covered in filth.
Now, even if there are two fortune tellers, it will be no different.
The principal, who was annoyed and muttered several times, went inside the hidden base.
A place prepared just for one person.
“You…Did something like this…”
“Oh, why are you doing that? Even if it’s a special job, you’re the one who got beaten up by young guys and came back. Even if I lost, you would have done the same, right?”
“The Emperor…Your Majesty…!”
“Well, the emperor is a man who would be willing to abandon you if he could take advantage of it. The same goes for Kim Ha-neul this time.”
I’m already on my way to stamp the expulsion documents.
The principal thought for a moment about the royal family of third graders, then smiled and glared at the arbitrator.
“But don’t worry. Is it my favor? You will be able to help the emperor you follow until the end.”
“Curse…! The Creator will curse you…!!”
“A gentleman who lost his position to a hero must feel the same way.”
“Principal!!!”
“I may not be able to return the job skills, but… I think I can send a good gift to the church.”
The principal smiled with satisfaction as he looked at the screaming mediator.
I couldn’t leave this room anyway, and I couldn’t move in the first place, so there was nothing to worry about.
There is no need to wait long until it is sufficiently ‘complete’.
“It’s really unfortunate that the mediator ended up like that… hehehehe.”
If she uses a mediator, she can get what she wants from the church.
The Emperor, the Headmaster, and the Arbitrator all follow the whispers of the previous gods, but the basis of this is their own earnest desire.
Someone is for his dead daughter.
Someone else does it solely for fanaticism.
And someone.
“I’m looking forward to it.”
For endless life and eternal youth.
──The world must be led by people who have jobs. And among them, the ones that are especially superior are special jobs.
Therefore, for the sake of a just world, special professions, especially principals with the most experience and skills, must live longer than anyone else.
This would be a noble decision, not just for herself, but for her world.
“You think so too, right? So you’re not stopping my actions?”
Close the door and talk into the empty space.
The principal laughed.
The time to fulfill a long-held wish was approaching.