232 – Complete. I became a fortune teller in a game made by my younger sister.
[It can’t go on like this, it can’t go on like this…… !!]
My heart is not beating. I feel the pain as if it will break.
A sensation that I had not felt while living without a body after losing my divine status to the usurper.
The feeling of life disappearing.
It is a feeling that should never, ever be felt.
[Fortune teller!!!]
It’s painful. Hate. It’s hateful. I feel resentful.
I feel each body slowly disappearing from end to end, but at the same time, I hate the fortune teller who has collapsed before my eyes.
A mere human being. A mere mortal. Just a fortune teller.
Me, the creator of this world?
[I am God…… God is……… !!]
Extinction. Death.
This is something I have never imagined or even thought about.
Death is a curse that comes only to mortals.
Why, why me?
Is it really necessary to feel death this vividly?
[Ha, at least……….]
I can’t go on like this alone.
I can’t die alone like this.
If death cannot be avoided, if I have to disappear.
At least.
[Let’s go together…… !!]
At least you.
By killing──
Kwasik!
“…It’s useless, it’s nonsense.”
[Failure, failure, failure!!!]
“That’s not something a bastard called God should say after being beaten by a failure that was laughed at so much.”
The fate of a failed project was beyond words.
My limbs were as dry as a corpse, and I had to take deep breaths for long periods of time as it was difficult to even breathe and speak.
Using one of the thorns I made as a cane, I managed to walk all the way here.
Are you blocking my path?
[No, no…… !!]
As soon as the last struggle fails, death is felt even more deeply.
My feet started to disappear, but before I knew it, my entire lower body was gone.
I, this me.
Really.
Die?
[I don’t want to die──]
Quad.
“──With my parents.”
[Ouch… ….]
“It’s revenge for all my life and pain…”
I don’t like it. No. It can’t be!!
I am
Never
I will die
Not
Quad Deuk.
*
“……….”
The guy is dead.
I ended up sticking the thorn he had created into the struggling guy’s throat.
It completely disappeared into a handful of dust.
“…Ah.”
In an instant, the strength of my entire body is released.
I didn’t have the strength to stand, so I just gave in to fatigue.
“……Really.”
“……………….”
“Really, I did it…”
As he was lying on the floor like that, a girl named Namgoong Min’s younger sister looked alternately at the guy who had turned into ashes and at the fallen Namgoong Min with a blank expression.
…… I think my voice has changed a little. The translucent body also returned to its original state.
Anyway, I was so shocked that I couldn’t react at all.
“Your brother, don’t you need to help me?”
“Uh, ah?”
“I’m lying down with my nose on the ground right now.”
“……Oppa.”
Namgoong Min’s younger sister, who only then began to move, knelt down on her knees and placed Namgoong Min on her knees.
Nam Goong Min…… Well, she wasn’t exactly in good shape, but she was alive.
‘Me too…… ….’
4 Stacks of .
I could tell because of my physical condition. This is nothing like rehabilitation.
The reality is that not only the limbs but also the lung muscles necessary for breathing have lost more than half, making it difficult to breathe and even speak.
Thanks to my determination to see the guy’s last moments in person, I was able to get close to him using a thorn as a cane…… Now it’s really over.
‘Still.’
Rather, I feel relieved thinking that it is the last time.
I have completed revenge for the pain my parents and I have lived through.
Now…… Maybe it’s time to get comfortable.
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“……You.”
“You don’t call me oppa…”
“Are you crazy?”
“Well, I know…I’m probably not a very pleasant person to you.”
In the past, people would have complained and said that I was the real Namgoong Min.
But now I am convinced. The real one is over there, and in the end, I am just a copy of him.
Nevertheless, I think of myself as Namgoong Min, and Namgoong Min also recognizes me as such.
I just made that my identity.
“What do you want to say…?”
Speaking is becoming more and more difficult.
However, the conversation did not stop.
“…Even though you tried to kill your brother, and that god bastard tried to create you for nothing, you were just abandoned.”
“……………….”
“But…Thank you. Thanks to you, my brother was able to win.”
hahahaha.
Thank you.
“Such… Words…”
“……….”
“I think this is my first time hearing it…But…But.”
“…But?”
“Maybe it’s because I’m Namgoong Min too… I don’t feel good about receiving compliments from someone who calls me my little sister.”
“You bastard….”
If I had a younger sister, would I have felt this way?
Even if it’s not that.
If I continue my life a little longer……
‘…… ‘Stupid bastard.’
Even though you thought you were relieved, do you ultimately want to live?
Look at your tail. In the end, there’s nothing left for me.
Parents, daily life, friends, relationships.
The only reason I lived was to kill Namgoong Min.
I lost even that to that guy, and I was persuaded by that guy’s devilish mouth to take my final revenge on the culprit of everything.
All that’s left is………
“…Hey.”
“Huh?”
“It seems like…It happened.”
“Oppa!?”
Nam Goong Min wakes up.
I’m looking at that guy.
With an expression that is complicated even to think to yourself…… I laughed.
*
It looks like he cut out the pseudo cub’s heart and fainted.
Why do I wake up and all I can see is Jisoo’s face? Is it hell?
“Is he dead…?”
“You’re alive, brother.”
“…I was just kidding.”
I flinch.
I naturally tried to wake up smiling.
The left arm did not respond at all, and the right arm only twitched slightly.
In addition, I started to feel dizzy, perhaps because I lost too much blood.
‘The effects of Should have ended long ago.’
Then shouldn’t he have died of shock? How are you alive?
“Brother, thank you to that b*tch named Eileen.”
“Huh…?”
“The Seonghwi I used back then not only moved my brother, but also restored him. Even though I was barely able to breathe…”
Ah, of course Eileen.
This is a saint.
“Then what about Eileen?”
“Don’t worry, I’m safe. It looks like two souls coexist… It was a bit excessive for both of them, but I don’t think it will be life-threatening.”
“I’m glad.”
“…Yes, I’m glad.”
“What about Abel?”
“If you were a junior, I transferred you to the academy. The only ones left here are me, my brother, and that person.”
Transferred, D.
“Jisoo.”
“Huh?”
“How much is left?”
“… I have some free time now. I even absorbed the fragments of her divine power that that bastard had.”
The last person who restored me and my other self was Jisoo, who barely existed in a translucent state.
But now it’s back to normal and I can hear my voice well.
He must have regained some strength.
“Still, I can’t last long.”
“……I see.”
“Time in our world has stopped, and no matter how much of a warrior I may have been, the position of God itself was a burden. I was forced to maintain it because I knew if I let go, that bastard would take it back…But now that too is over.”
“The pseudo bastard.”
“He died…I put a thorn in his throat.”
“Wasn’t it me who cut the heart?”
“When it’s like this…Let’s just say it’s a bit weird and pass it on.”
The pseudo bastard, or even the former god, is dead.
The Pope was taken away by the saint, the schoolmaster fell asleep forever in a dream, and the emperor died.
Really.
It’s really over.
Then what’s left……
“Oppa, this is the last time.”
“……………….”
“If I were the person I am now, I could listen to whatever my brother chooses.”
Just right.
When Jisoo snaps his fingers, two doors appear.
One is a familiar semi-basement door.
And one is the door of my fortune telling house.
“The original world, and this world.”
“……….”
“The choice is up to you.”
“…No.”
“Huh?”
That’s not it, Jisoo.
The order was wrong.
“And you?”
“……………….”
“This world, the other world. Where are you going?”
“…Brother, you actually call the world over there.”
“……….”
“You already came in with an answer.”
The original world. The world over there.
With just a simple title, each other’s intentions were already revealed.
“Tell me, Jisoo.”
“I went to that semi-basement…”
“There’s no way you’d want to go back, right? It was narrow, smelly, and damp. There were a lot of bugs, and it was hot in the summer and cold in the winter.”
“……………….”
“What you’re recalling is not the semi-basement of that day, but rather the memories there.”
You and I, the memories of the two remaining relatives in the world.
Jisoo probably knows me better than anyone else.
I was able to say this because I knew Jisoo better than anyone else.
“Then…What should we do?”
“……………….”
“Originally, I stopped time in the world, but when my brother there dies, it also affects my brother, his soul. That’s why I keep stopping time. If my brother doesn’t return to the original world, I will keep stopping time. “I have no choice but to do it.”
“……………….”
“Of course I… Must maintain this divine status. It’s a familiar thing. But.”
But.
“I’m tired now… Oppa…”
“Jisoo.”
“I’ve waited a long time. 70 Years, maybe more. The time I spent as a warrior and the god of this world was longer than the time I lived with my brother, as an older brother.”
──I endured it for my brother until now.
“Now, I want to be selfish too.”
“……………….”
“Let’s go back, brother. To our world, to our semi-basement.”
Only.
To a place where just the two of us can be.
“Let’s go back.”
…… What should I do?
‘I have no choice but to stop time.’
Even though the former god has died, Jisoo cannot give up his position as god for that reason.
They say that if my body in the world dies, it will also affect me.
If you listen to what Jisoo says, it would be right to go back.
But.
‘I promised everyone.’
To go back again.
And I haven’t even been able to say thank you to Abel, the saint, or Eileen yet.
If we go back to the original world like this.
Liu, Lane, Eunha, Eileen…… What will happen?
‘In the end, am I the problem in the world?’
It’s not like the whole thing came over, but only the soul.
Unless we solve that problem──
“──Ah.”
“…Oppa?”
“Jisoo, if you give up your position as a god… What will happen to this world?”
“……Oppa, what kind of position do you think this position of God is?”
“Well.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“Huh?”
“It’s not about maintaining the balance of the world, and it’s not about influencing anything. You can do it, but you’re just observing it from above.”
“……….”
“If you think about it, it is more appropriate to simply say the creator… Rather than the word God.”
“…Really?”
“Think about it, brother. Have I or that bastard done anything beneficial as gods? None. Even if the position of god becomes empty, the observer will just disappear, and this world will remain the same.”
…… Then.
How to be satisfied with everything.
A way for Jisoo to give up his position as a god, while also solving his own problems in the original world.
It seemed like a really crazy idea.
One thing comes to mind…… There was.
“……Hey, another me.”
“…What…I’m at my limit now. I mean…”
“You.”
“Huh…?”
“In my second life living in another world.”
Are you not interested?
*
“Wow….”
This is the main auditorium of the Floating City Romance Academy, which I had only heard about.
The eyes of a new student who entered the Romance Academy shined.
Even though I passed the exam with a pull-up, it is indeed a romance academy. The world’s best educational institution where it is said that once you graduate, you will have a bright future ahead of you.
Even so──
“Hey, did you hear? The rumor about the second year seniors.”
“Of course. How can a saint, a wealthy man, Arthur, and the royal family of the Korean Empire all gather in one school year? That special vocational class really… Feels like the sky above the sky.”
“This is already the sky. It’s a city in the air!”
“…Can I hit you?”
──Even at Romance Academy, which boasts a long history, the second-year seniors are called the golden generation of all time.
In particular, everyone was envious of the special vocational class that was said to represent the second grade.
But that wasn’t the only reason freshmen were looking forward to it.
The leader of the class that includes the current emperor of the Korean Empire, the princess, a great wealthy woman, Arthur’s matriarch and his younger sister, and a saint.
Because he was a ‘fortune teller’.
“Ah, what if it’s the representative…?”
After the principal, who had been the vice principal until last year, finished speaking, a girl with black hair walked out from among the students.
Long black hair, alluring eyes, beautiful appearance and slender body.
The representative, who had already become the object of envy among freshmen and other male students, walked up to the auditorium with a confident gait.
“News student representative, Namgoong Jisu.”
“Yes, principal.”
“…When I see your name, I remember a year ago. There was a fortune teller who came up here at that time.”
“……Is that so?”
“He was a really impressive student…And still is.”
Quaaang!!!
“What, what!?”
“The door to the main auditorium…?”
“This is the entrance exam?”
“What do we do from the entrance ceremony?”
“Accept it…?”
Right after those words were finished.
Numerous students, second graders, pouring in through the doors of the main auditorium.
As if responding to that, the freshmen quickly gathered in one place and confronted the second-year students.
In an imminent situation where it seems like they are going to fight each other right away.
“Oppa, what is this?”
“A kind of welcome party. Or a new student hazing ceremony?”
News student representative, Namgoong Jisoo.
A male student walks out from among the second graders.
Black hair like Namgoong Jisoo, black suit, red shirt, white gloves, and even a smile that seems to make the unbalanced outfit all come together.
It looked exactly like the ‘fortune teller’ in the rumor.
“Fortune teller, Namgoong Min…!”
“That person is the representative of the second year? He is also the leader of the special occupation class?”
“…Huh? Namgoong Min? Namgoong Jisoo? Huh?”
The moment when the students were confused by the strange connection between the two representatives.
In that noisy scene, Namgoong Jisoo opened his mouth with a handsome smile.
In a small voice that cannot be heard by those around you.
“You know what? He became a police officer.”
“……Already?”
“As much as I stopped time, time passes faster there. Since I was the same person as my brother to begin with, I guess there would be no problem when I entered the body. I heard it gives me goosebumps because even the moles on my body are the same.”
“Where did you hear that?”
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“I put down my seat, but even though I look like this, I was a god and a warrior who went back and forth between this side and that side, right?”
“Yes, yes, it’s really great.”
“You idiot.”
“Well, if you’re doing well… That’s good. I guess I should at least contact you.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll meet again at that temple. But, I can feel the stinging gaze coming from behind.”
“Huh? Who? Rio? Rain? Eunha? Eileen?”
“…It must be quite difficult.”
“What?”
“No, that’s enough. Then… Everyone pay attention!!!!”
Namgoong Jisoo stops talking quietly and, with a refreshing smile, shouts to the entire auditorium.
“The great seniors have personally come to educate our new students! This should be a great repayment!!”
“Oh, is this an instigation?”
“Moreover, there is also my enemy over there! We are also students who entered Romance Academy!! Let’s not be defeated by the tyranny of our seniors!!!”
“”””Ohhhhh!!!!””””
“Hwiyu, your skills are excellent.”
“Who did you learn everything from? By the way, brother.”
“Hmm?”
“How are you? Are you… Happy in this world?”
I didn’t know you’d ask that here.
Happiness, happiness.
‘The other me, who crossed over with a soul instead of a broken body, became a police officer.’
Abel completed his mission.
Kim Seong-il became emperor.
Lucas became the head of Arthur’s family.
The saint is trying to reform the church.
Rain sometimes took flowers and threw them in his dreams.
Aileen and the saint recovered well and are fine.
The galaxy is in complete control of the mind of one’s life.
With Rio…… When we came back, our lips overlapped one more time.
“Are you happy?”
I.
A year ago, she became a fortune teller in a manga game created by her younger sister.
Even though he was a fortune teller who did not believe in fortune telling.
I am sure that I have been through countless events, many relationships, and battles that risked my life.
Now I am.
“Of course.”
Regardless of whether it is a fortune teller or a cult.
Now that I have realized something about myself.
“However, I think just one more would be perfect.”
“……What is it?”
“There was a dream I had always wanted.”
The wish that I have dreamed of since I first fell into this world.
That.
“Jisoo.”
“Huh?”
“Let’s just get one right.”
“……Crazy brother.”
“All 2nd graders!! Even though we didn’t receive it, we want to convey the beautiful culture of hazing to Romance Academy!!!”
“Oh, brother?”
“Everyone, charge!”
“”””Waaa!!!””””
Kwa Bang!!!
Students tangle and fight with each other.
In the midst of chaos brought about by a single word.
I looked at Jisoo’s dejected expression.
“Let’s take just one hit, b*tch!!”
“Get out, you bastard!!!”
Really.
I was happy.
I became a fortune teller in a game made by my younger sister .