The Time-Stop Breeding Uncle Want’s to Retire - Chapter 42

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Translated By Arcane Translations

Translator: FusionX

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Dragons are called the race of benevolence.

Because they possess overwhelming power that other races can’t even dare to challenge, they don’t feel threatened by other races at all.

They just smile and let it slide.

It’s like the feeling of a cute cat being playful, I guess.

To dragons, other races looked like that.

Of course, there may be some who dislike or hate cats depending on the case.

But unless it’s a special case, there are almost no instances where they would directly try to kill a cat.

In Yuren’s case, she was a dragon who belonged to the former rather than the latter.

She was the most intelligent and powerful dragon among dragons.

Also, because she had a sense of responsibility, she directly established the Royal Knights and took the position of commander.

The Royal Knights led by her boasted of an invincible myth.

They were so formidable that even the demons who looked down on the living creatures of the continent as mortals were wary of the Royal Knights.

But unfortunately, she wasn’t a person suited for the position of a leader.

Ironically, because she loved all the members too much, she couldn’t stop their rampage.

[Commander Yuren! He’s crossing the line now!]

[If we don’t punish him even now…!!]

[It’s okay. I will watch over him personally.]

She couldn’t cut it off decisively.

She couldn’t cut out the rotting parts, and as a result, the Royal Knights began to rot from the inside. Because everyone was equal to her. And this was the result of that.

She thought it was a thoroughly prepared expedition, but in fact, it was just playing into its hands.

Her overripe love made everyone die.

She had no choice but to take responsibility.

That was the kind of position a commander is.

Still, she was overconfident that she could do it with her own power.

And the price of that arrogance was the death of her comrades.

[Wait a moment. I want to cast her as a stage actor.]

[Huh? Are you crazy? This bitch is our greatest nemesis!]

[Shouldn’t we at least give her an honorable death?]

[What about my stage?! It’s the best stage!]

[I have no interest in the stage of a vicious pervert like you. Just kill her.]

The reason she was able to maintain her life, even if faintly, was because of the twist she saw at the end.

In the originally set story, she met a miserable end.

However, because of her saving her comrade at the last moment, she caught the eye of someone malicious and ended up inadvertently taking on the role of a clown on stage.

Of course, there was no demon who liked it, but if they could kill her without any repercussions, they didn’t care how it was done.

That was their opinion, and in reality, it was so.

The curse of the stigma.

Although it was very difficult to engrave, once properly engraved, it could even kill a dragon.

Much less, engraving the curse on her who was weakened was not even a difficult task.

“Ah.”

And she opened her eyes again.

There was no awareness of that action.

It was as if she had suddenly woken up from sleep.

She was there, and in front of her was a man holding a sword.

He was wearing a half-broken helmet, and blood was flowing from the gaps in his damaged armor.

She silently looked at her own hands.

Her hands were covered in blood.

Not her blood, but someone else’s blood.

Yuren immediately grasped the situation.

That she was currently doing something wrong, and the other person was trying to stop it.

But before she could even open her mouth, the end came.

“Cough.”

It felt like her flesh was being torn off.

Blood began to gush from her chest.

Only a half-torn heart and bone fragments remained in the gaping hole.

As expected of a dragon’s wondrous vitality.

Even the curse of the stigma couldn’t completely take her life.

Or perhaps the director of this stage wanted that.

A small consideration to let her at least leave her last words to her dying comrade.

Yuren sensed her death.

She could only leave words for a very short moment.

It was a situation where she absolutely couldn’t survive.

Then, rather than that, she should close her mouth and die.

That would be her only atonement.

However, although she had given up,

He had not given up yet.

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I sincerely liked this game.

What was the reason?

The exquisite illustrations? The arousing descriptions? The pretty decent gameplay for an adult game?

There were many reasons.

But what I liked most was the relationship with the heroines.

In this game, all the heroines were living difficult lives due to their own circumstances.

Well, of course.

More than 80% of the continent had been taken over by demons.

It couldn’t help but be painful.

Every heroine had their own story. And I, as the protagonist, listened to each and every one of their stories and somehow solved the problems the heroines were facing.

I really liked that aspect.

Of course, some people disparaged it, saying that he just had the title of commander, and in reality, he was closer to an errand boy.

But still, to me, he was the best protagonist.

It was just that I didn’t really like the management.

[To see the true ending of this game, DLC is a must?]

[To be precise, to see the true ending, you have to capture all the heroines. The problem is that DLC heroines are included in that lol]

[Damn, it’s at the level of a ruined game lol]

The controversial true ending DLC incident wasn’t a big deal to me either.

Rather, I was happy that there were additional heroines to capture.

That’s how sincere I was about this game.

I wrote walkthroughs for newbies, I was the first to discover that elves go crazy if you cut down even one tree, and I was the one who found various bugs and reported them to the game company.

And on the day the long-awaited heroine DLC was released, I immediately purchased the DLC and rushed to the true ending.

Thanks to capturing the notoriously difficult Helia before that, the true ending was quite easy.

Even after doing all that…

[Such a beautiful bride! This uncle is happy!]

[I came inside a brand new, unused vagina for the first time!]

[This uncle will now disappear coolly. I don’t like secondhand goods.]

…My first encounter with the Time Stop Breeding Uncle was the worst.

Of course, it had to be the worst.

I played a single-story adult game for over 1,000 hours.

From the early access days until now, I even purchased all the DLCs without exception.

That ending that denied all the time I spent was too hateful.

I hate the Time Stop Breeding Uncle.

I despise my current self who has become the Time Stop Breeding Uncle.

Someone says, is there any reason to risk your life for just a game?

Rather, I want to ask that person.

Is it not allowed to risk your life for a game?

Is it not allowed to be sincere?

I just wanted a happy ending for everyone.

Therefore, I, as the Time Stop Breeding Uncle, shouldn’t be by their side.

Although I had no choice but to take the position of commander now, who knew when I might suddenly change?

In that sense, I had to save her somehow.

Wasn’t she the former commander?

Then, at least she would lead much better than me, the Time Stop Breeding Uncle.

Of course, she had already messed up once.

But it wasn’t like I could lead better than her.

It was better for the person who was already doing it to do it.

It’s good for both of us.

With that thought, I ran.

“Her heart…!!!”

Was it because she was a dragon? Or was it intentional?

But there was no time to think that far.

I immediately stopped time.

Numerous idle thoughts dominated my mind.

Isn’t it already over?

Can I save her in this state?

Wouldn’t it be better to send her off comfortably?

What if I took her and the brainwashing didn’t go away?

I don’t know. I don’t know.

What should I do?

Can I even save her in the first place?

The only person who might be able to save her is Cluna at Lionheart Fortress.

Even if I stop time, can I even make it to Lionheart Fortress?

The biggest drawbacks of time stop were cooldown and stamina consumption.

Could I really endure those two and save her?

Forget about the cooldown, could my stamina endure those few days?

No matter how much I thought about it, the answer was no.

But even so, I was already carrying her, whose heart had been shattered, on my back.

Whatever happens, you don’t know until you try until the end.

I immediately stopped time and started walking forward.

I didn’t walk far, but my steps started to slow down as if water was filling my lungs.

It was so hard that I felt like I was going to die.

[It’s pathetic. You’re trying to save someone with the ability you despise so much.]

Was it an auditory hallucination because it was so hard?

Or was someone really talking to me?

I coughed roughly.

What came out between those coughs was phlegm mixed with blood.

[Do you really not know? Or are you turning a blind eye to it?]

“…”

[As much as you despise that power, your power also despises you.]

“…”

[You will never be able to use that power perfectly!]

Loud noises kept ringing in my ears.

But I gritted my teeth and ignored it.

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