Chapter 1
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: There Were Guys Even More Fucked Up Than Me
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There were guys even more fucked up than me.
You ignored me. Let's see how well you live it up.
My first encounter with the Time Stop Breeding Uncle was a total disaster.
There was this ero-game called Royal Knights Maker. That's where I crossed paths with him. Who the hell could've guessed he'd crash the happy ending and rape every last heroine?
At that point, it was so goddamn absurd I couldn't even muster up any anger. Hell, I was almost impressed. A cheat ability like time stop, and this loser's out here pulling pathetic stunts like that?
Sure, yeah. You might think to yourself, If it were me, I wouldn't waste my life like that, right? But I only thought it—who knew I'd end up possessing the Time Stop Breeding Uncle?
"No, fuck. This is way too sudden, you bastard!"
I couldn't help but curse out loud. My body—pretty solid from steady workouts—was nowhere to be found. In its place? A massive, flabby gut screaming morbid obesity.
This time, I just stared at the mirror in silence. Greasy hair caked with dandruff—you had to wonder if it'd ever seen shampoo. Glasses perched on a face riddled with age spots and pimples galore.
The pinnacle of revulsion. It was so ridiculous I let out an involuntary chuckle. Then I shoved the mirror away.
"Ah, okay. My bad. Can we call it quits now?"
Sorry. I like this world.
Right then, I was itching to smash everything in sight. But I swallowed my rage and tried sweet-talking the original Time Stop Breeding Uncle. Yeah, my fault.
Live however you want—I won't give a shit anymore. Let's just end this. Apologizing to some game character was laughable, but I had a feeling I wouldn't make it out otherwise.
"Please, just think about it. I don't even have the time stop ability?"
Because you won't have to forcibly play the dirty villain.
"......What?"
His tone suddenly normalized. No—it was downright chilling, laced with fear. No need to play the dirty villain? Did that mean he had been forced into the role?
Of course, don't worry. The restrictions are tied to the soul. You probably won't have any.
Our chat ends here. Good luck in your future.
"Hey, you fucking bastard!!! Yeah! My bad! Sorry I lied!!"
Restrictions be damned—give me my body back!!! Why the hell me in the first place?! Sure, I posted that rage review. And yeah, I trashed the Time Stop Breeding Uncle hard.
But it was fucking justified! You bastard!!!
I unloaded every curse I had, but nothing changed. I was still stuck as the Time Stop Breeding Uncle. Fine. You think I'll just roll over? I'll make it through somehow.
But first things first—I gotta drop this gut.