Chapter 2
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: Diet (1)
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"Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles," as the old saying goes.
So, first things first—let's get to know the Time Stop Breeding Uncle.
In truth, "Time Stop Breeding Uncle" is just a derogatory nickname the community slapped on him. There was no official name set in stone. That said, even the devs referred to him that way, so...
It might as well be halfway official. The Time Stop Breeding Uncle does exactly what his name implies: he stops time and bangs the heroine. Obviously, since he stops time to do it.
Not even the protagonist can perceive his existence. Hell, not even the heroine herself. What makes this bastard especially vile is that he only shows up in the good ending.
For reference, the good ending in this game is the protagonist's wedding with the heroine. That's right—he rapes the heroine right after she overcomes all sorts of trials and tribulations to finally reach the altar!
If he showed up in a bad ending, at least that would make some sense. Why pop out of nowhere with zero foreshadowing in the good ending? And then the devs poured fuel on the fire.
"Life doesn't flow as easily as in a game. We wanted to show you that directly."
"Why the outrage? Getting too immersed in fictional characters isn't a great choice."
Totally aggro bait, right? Straight from the game's official SNS. The community exploded. Refund rush, 1-star review bombing—you name it, they got hit hard. But what does it matter now?
The players were already scarred for life. Even with foreshadowing, they'd have eaten shit for it. And then this Time Stop Breeding Uncle jumps out and bangs the heroine? Absurd.
But with the devs talking like that, the biggest problem was that I'd become the Time Stop Breeding Uncle. Glasses, acne everywhere, and morbidly obese to boot.
Fuck, I wanna die. Shit.
But I couldn't actually kill myself. I had to find a way back to my original world somehow. That's why the first thing I did after possessing this body was start training.
"Huff, huff!"
This game boasts an unusually grim worldview for an eroge. Sure, I've got time stop, so I'm confident I won't die. But I couldn't settle for that.
The Time Stop Breeding Uncle was a classic overpowered-by-ability type. Meaning, even with that broken-ass gift, he lived like a loser. So I focused on building up my own capabilities first.
And honestly, the biggest reason? I fucking hated my looks. The gut sticking out at morbid obesity levels and those puffy cheeks made me want to slice it all off with a sword right then and there.
"Swing that sword harder!!"
"Yes, sir!!!"
Luckily, in this refugee camp where I was holed up, anyone could learn the sword easily. Refugee camps were makeshift settlements formed by people who'd lost their homes to war.
Of course, the soldiers were all up at the front lines fighting, so they couldn't protect the camp. As a stopgap, retired soldiers gathered the men and ran military drills.
Not that it amounted to more than basic swordsmanship. But for me, with zero knowledge of it, it was like rain in a drought. Plus, the exercise was helping me shed some pounds as a bonus.
The reason the Time Stop Breeding Uncle was so fat was simple: he used time stop to steal and scarf down other people's food. It's in the diary.
"This goes beyond ridiculous—it's straight-up awe-inspiring."
With a cheat ability like time stop, all he does is petty theft? Stealing food people risked their lives for without a second thought? Gotta hand it to his personality.
And get this: when people came asking for jobs, he'd time stop and bail, per the diary. Too scared to go out, so he just stole their stuff.
No work, just freeloading. At this point, it's not the constraints—Time Stop Breeding Uncle just looks like trash. And now that trash is me?
"Maybe I should just die."
"You can't die!!"
"Ah, shit, you scared me."
Training ended, reality hit, and I was just sitting there when a loud voice came from the side out of nowhere. I turned to see a red-haired kid with messy hair.
Seen her somewhere before. That thought flashed, but I shook it off. That one was a girl; this one's a boy no matter how you slice it.
The red-haired boy wore rags, filthy from lack of proper washing—face and body grimy. He held out a bowl to me. I tilted my head.
"What's this bowl for?"
"Take it! Don't die!"
"......"
The bowl had food scraps: moldy bread and veggies crusted with filth. Looked like a one-way ticket to the afterlife if eaten.
But this wasn't a prank. The boy was genuinely trying to help with pure kindness. Because in times like these, even garbage like this was something to be grateful for.
Sure, eating it might screw you later. But skipping it meant starving now. And yet, he was giving it to me. Damn, what a good kid.
"If you give this to me, what about you?"
"I'm fine! I can get more!"
"What a truly kind child. This uncle is touched."
Fuck, this speech pattern. The Time Stop Breeding Uncle's quirky way of talking was still haunting me. But whatever—good kids deserve rewards.
"Come with me for a sec...... Ah."
"Huh?"
"No, nothing."
Forgot for a second. My current look screams "super suspect." I glanced around. People were side-eyeing us.
Felt shitty, but I got it. If I saw someone who looked like Time Stop Breeding Uncle acting like this near a kid, I'd be on guard too.
Anyway, in this situation, taking the kid home was too risky. No choice then. Didn't expect to use my gift like this so soon.
I snapped my fingers. The sound of middle and index colliding rippled out, the world turned gray, and everything froze.
"Definitely an insane power."
Everyone's time stopped except mine. And since Time Stop Breeding Uncle raped heroines in this state, physical interference works too. True invincibility.
But he used it for pickpocketing and rape. What a guy. Shaking my head in admiration, I headed home first and grabbed some canned goods.
Stolen stuff anyway. Better to give to those in need. Plus, there was plenty stocked.
I picked a few cans. The cans here weren't like ours—couldn't store forever.
They preserved somewhat, but not long-term like modern ones. Made in a rush to keep food viable as long as possible, per lore.
Taste and nutrition? Trash, obviously. Still, a hundred—no, thousand times better than the boy's garbage. I vouch for it.
"Here. A gift from this uncle to a good kid."
"Huh?! You're giving this to me?!"
"Of course. Good kids deserve it."
I handed over three cans. Rationed, good for three days. In return, I took his bowl and dumped the crap.
No matter how hungry, that's poison. Might eat it on death's door, but I wasn't letting that happen.
"Th-thank you! Truly, thank you!"
"This uncle is happy just to help."
"Yes! It helped so much!"
The boy kept bowing thanks, then ran home. I watched with a warm smile. Of course, my top priority was still returning home.
Get back to my world, reclaim my body somehow. But that needs leeway. Can't leisurely hunt methods when the world's about to end.
So, first: lose the fat. Damn it.