Wasn’t This a Night Game

Save the World with H-Game Skills (Revised)

[Skill: Body Modification, activated!]

A notification window popped up, and at the same time, my body started to appear in front of me like a 3D model.

This utterly familiar UI, the model layout, everything… it was exactly like a character customization screen.

After confirming that the parts I touched in that window changed right along with it, I closed the window.

Good.

Body Modification, no problems.

Time, then, to check out the next skills.

Sensitivity boost, 3000x… let’s see here…

If I used it on myself, I’d probably die of shock just breathing.

I ain’t no Taimanin, so it’s 100% guaranteed death.

So, leaving that one be.

Absolute Hypnosis was also too awkward to test right now.

Only means somethin’ if you cast it on someone else, and there wasn’t nobody around ripe for skillin’ up.

So, the next skill I tried out was Time Stop.

Time Stop.

That steamy, *ungyah* skill you always see in those er*ge games.

Stop time and then move around on my own, and then… y’know?

If it works, straight-up broken!

What’s the real deal with this, huh?

[Activating Skill: Time Stop!]

The skill was cast, and then, the next moment.

The whole world falls silent.

Like everything’s frozen.

Not even the tiniest noise, just perfect stillness.

Lookin’ over at the grandfather clock hangin’ on the wall, the second hand’s stopped dead, like it’s been nailed in place.

Seeing that, I just burst out laughin’.

Time really stopped, fuck!

If only *I* could move in this state, then now!…..

Now……..

Hold on a sec.

I can’t even move, myself?

What the hell am I supposed to do……

What kinda…….

Fucking hell.

What’s the point if you freeze *me* too?!

For a good long while, I struggled, trying to figure out how to move alone within this frozen time, and the result.

I realized that if I released the time stop in the space where I wanted to go, I could move.

Release the time stop, take a step.

And then, re-freeze the space behind me where time had been released.

Release and freeze.

Release and freeze.

Repeating that shit, I was at least kinda recreating that ability from the skills I knew from those hentai games.

But this…….

This is really fucking.

Takes a massive chunk outta your mental stamina, huh?

I just walked around the road in front of the diner once, and my mental stamina’s already used up, feeling extremely exhausted.

[Mental Fortitude Insufficient. Cannot Sustain Skill Anymore!]

State Window-nim’s gracious explanation concludes, forcibly snapping me out of time-stop.

My clothes, already soaked in sweat from the ominous premonition, are now even wetter thanks to the brutal drain on my mental power.

Collapsed on the bed, I gasped for air, wiping the sweat from my face.

What kind of time-stop *is* this?!

Shouldn’t I just be able to cast the skill and everyone else freezes while I’m the only one who can move?

What is this limitation, seriously?

Did they balance-patch it ’cause it’d be too OP if I could use it like in those ero-games?

Dunno.

Anyway, all the skills besides body modification are a little tricky to actually *use*.

Still, I guess it’s a relief that the most essential one, body modification, seems to be usable without much strain.

Lying on the bed, I ripped off my sweat-drenched shirt and started tearing at my hair again.

Right.

Now that I’ve experimented and figured out if the skills even work properly, what characteristics they have, and what restrictions are in place…

Now I gotta figure out how to use these skills to find the four-armed witch.

And this is the truly dogshit part.

Obviously, if I wanted to create situations for some *ungiiii* with women, that wouldn’t be hard.

But find a witch who can destroy the world and *cure* her?

That’s rough.

No clue where to even begin.

I desperately wracked my brain, brainstorming.

What about finding someone who might know something about the witch – because there’s *definitely* hypnosis involved – hypnotizing them, and getting them to spill everything they know?

…Yeah, that’d crash and burn.

First off, the witch is probably hiding her appearance with extreme care.

If we’re talking about a witch who could destroy not just an Empire, but an entire continent, then she’d have to be an incredibly skilled one.

But if such a witch *actually* had four arms and a hideous left face, all out there in the open, word would have gotten around ages ago.

Because she’s supposed to have that ghastly appearance.

But, in my twenty years living in the Arcal Empire, I’ve never once heard about a powerful witch with multiple eyeballs and four arms.

Ergo, she’s hiding it.

Hiding it *real* good, too.

What does that mean?

Say I *somehow* managed to hypnotize the head of the Information Guild, or a Master Wizard, or even an old, seasoned witch or wizard.

Even if I told them to spill everything about a four-armed witch, there’s a good chance they really wouldn’t know and couldn’t answer.

Hypnosis, no matter how strong, can’t just make you *know* information you never had, right?

And besides, wizards and witches are generally pretty high up in the Empire’s social ladder, and the head of the Information Guild would be a figure from the underworld. How the hell would I deal with the aftermath of hypnotizing people like that?

The risk is monstrous, but the result I want is difficult to get.

So, that’s a pass.

I thought about the possibility of the witch being a black magic user, but the chances felt way too slim, no matter how much I ponder it.

A four-armed, multi-eyed, empire-demolishing black magic witch?

There’s no way she’s not infamous.

If I haven’t heard of her, then she ain’t no Black Mage.

And if she ain’t a Black Mage, the possibilities are two.

Either she’s a witch holed up in some mage tower, identity locked tight, just doing research.

Or she’s a witch hiding deep in some godforsaken forest, living quiet, ’til someone stumbles on her, everyone persecutes her, she twists up, and goes berserk in the future…

But where in hell do I even *find* a witch like that?

How am I supposed to track down a talented witch who’s deliberately in hiding, with nothing but this damn hentai skill?!

This is driving me nuts.

Gonna lose my goddamn mind.

Please.

You thick-skulled blockhead.

Anything, I don’t care what… just spit out one good idea…

Just one.

I squeezed my head, frantically racking my brain, and then…

A single idea sparked.

Do I really *need* to find the witch?

Why not just make the witch find *me*?

Spread the word!

I have a body mod skill, right?

It’s not just for the horny stuff, I can use it to heal people, too, can’t I?

Heal the sick, make new limbs grow for those who’ve lost them!

If word got out, that I was some kind of miracle healer, maybe the witch would come looking for me, no need for me to find her?

Even half-mad, she still asked if I found her ugly, meaning her trauma about her looks ran deep.

So, wouldn’t she grab at any straw she could find?

The capital.

Go to the capital, where news spreads like wildfire across the land, and start healing!

If I healed and word got out, that I was a miracle healer, the witch hiding somewhere would definitely hear about me.

Then she’d find me in secret, or send a letter, or something to make contact.

Then I’d gladly accept, go and fix her, and end the world-ending event!

Of course.

Things might not go as planned.

No.

More likely, they’d fall apart entirely.

First, if the witch I was looking for was a hermit, she might not even hear my name.

And even if she did, her face wasn’t just ugly, it was horrific. Would she trust me enough to come looking?

That was another question mark.

And then there was this to consider.

If someone suddenly popped up, healing people with unheard-of abilities…

Would the world be welcoming?

Sure, most of the people I healed would be grateful, but not everyone would be so kind.

There’d be those quick to doubt, and more than a few itching to know where my power came from, that much was likely.

I needed a smokescreen, some excuse to throw up when those types cornered me…

Wait a minute.

Couldn’t I just go with “Saint”?

How many stories had I heard starting with, “One day, a saint, a saintess, or a hero living an ordinary life was chosen by a god!”

The Empire even had countless cults, each with their own version of the story.

That’s it!

‘One day, I just woke up, and suddenly someone gave me a strong command to heal people.’

Saying that, even the ones doubting me, wondering about the origin of my power, would likely swallow it.

The principle of the healing is incomprehensible?

Doesn’t matter.

Saints were always beings performing miracles that were generally beyond understanding anyway!!

The important thing here, of course, was to play the Saint, but without getting elevated to Saint of any particular cult.

Why?

Because I have no faith.

The ignorant masses would call me Saint, Saint, but the hardcore believers would see through me in a heartbeat.

Besides, unlike all the Saint legends I’d ever heard, I didn’t have any stigmata.

Sure, I could get stigmata made with body modification… but…

Decisively, I don’t have any divine power.

Someone who can’t use divine power and has no faith, but just happens to have stigmata?

Heresy.

100% heresy, ending in a burning at the stake.

So, gotta not make a stigmata at all.

Vaguely, without saying which denomination’s saint I am, just heal people, then when a witch finds me and I heal them, I gotta gauge the situation and bolt!!

That’s how most legends of saints from various orders end, anyway.

After giving teachings to the people, the Saint, the Holy Maiden, or the Hero returned to the embrace of God and vanished. Clapping, clapping, clapping, the end.

I just gotta disappear the same way!

Then there’ll be no suspicion of me faking sainthood with ero-game abilities!

……Shit.

It was my own plan, but it truly was a complete and utter mess.

So much of a mess, in fact, that I was starting to doubt if there was even a chance of it succeeding.

But even though the chance of success was definitely slim, I had no choice but to try.

Saving the world with ero-game abilities.

Because it was the only way I could come up with to achieve this ludicrous goal.

While I was agonizing over this.

“Amael! Wake up! Time to get ready for opening!”

The boss’s voice rang out.

Between skill experiments and all the worrying, the whole night had gone by.

I hadn’t slept properly, and using time stop drained a decent amount of my mental strength, so I was bone-tired, but there was no time to delay.

“Boss!!”

“Lively one today, eh! So! Spill it!”

The Boss, beaming a welcome my way, got a smile back from me.

Boss.

I’m truly sorry.

“I’m quitting as of today!! I’m sorry!!”

I slammed myself into a right-angled bow, just praying I wouldn’t get hit, and screamed it out.

Of course, I did get clipped one.

Lucky for me, my work hadn’t been too bad over time, so he tallied up my pay and we parted ways more or less okay.

I bolted straight to the train station, grabbed the fastest train to the capital, Mars, with the money I’d scraped together slinging food. Started heading up to the capital.

Felt like a joke, charging into an uncertain future with a half-baked plan, so yeah, plenty of anxiety. But I was so damn tired, I was out like a light before long.

And when I woke up again.

I’d arrived in Mars City, the capital of the Arcal Empire.