Prologue - I Became the Fortune Teller in My Sister's Damn Game
No matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn't figure out what the problem was. My life had only lasted about twenty-five years, but I really hadn't done anything that dangerous. I'd read web novels, sure, but I never sent in five thousand seven hundred characters. I didn't get into a traffic accident and get isekai'd. And I definitely wasn't some veteran gamer who knew every character's blood type and the exact placement of their moles.
"Ah."
Right. I had played one game.
The ratings on the game site weren't just low—they were utterly abysmal. Still, it was a game I had thrown myself into. It had all sorts of classes with completely broken balance. The content was nothing but mindless grinding, and to stretch out the playtime they practically begged you to do multiple runs. On top of that, the difficulty was pointlessly high, which just made everything infuriating.
......Now that I think about it, it wasn't affection. It was pure hatred.
"Goddamn trash game."
Why had I even played it? The game left so few good memories that the question suddenly felt natural. I'd spat curses while playing more times than I could count. The battles were turn-based, so I'd repeat save and load endlessly just to beat those shitty bosses. None of it was fun. It never even sparked my competitive spirit. But what could I do?
"Why the hell did that girl make something like this......"
It was the game my little sister made after she ran away from home, declaring she was going to become a game developer. At the very least, as her older brother, wasn't playing it a matter of basic courtesy? As a paying customer, I could also give the developer some honest, brutal feedback.
That's how I'd struggled through it all, on the verge of seeing the ending for every single class. I'd finished them all, with only one job left......
"........."
No way.
"No...... it can't be......"
Congratulations! You are the first player in Romance Academy to reach the 26th playthrough, with only the final class remaining!
"Don't fuck with me...... please......"
I reluctantly dragged my eyes back to the glowing text I'd been desperately trying to ignore. The uselessly radiant words floating in the air continued.
Player SnapOutOfItPlease, the developers have prepared a special gift just for you!
"Cut the crap......!!"
Experience Romance Academy in person as the final class, Fortune Teller, which you've enjoyed twenty-six times!
"......You bitch."
PS. Live happily!
"You crazy bitch!!!!"
......It looked like I'd been sucked into the game my sister made.