Chapter 52
My dreams were always nightmares.
And tonight was no different.
The statue of Goddess Lilia suddenly transformed into a towering female giant. Without warning, she lunged at me, seizing me in her massive grip and lifting me high into the air.
“No! I restored the temple! I found the elixir source! I healed the sick! I saved the empire! I did everything!!”
I screamed, but Goddess Lilia only responded with a wicked, sinister grin.
“What’s this about a Holy Phoenix, you little shit?”
“Aaaargh!!”
She flung me from her grasp, sending me hurtling straight into the abyss—into hell itself.
At this point, I wasn’t even surprised anymore. It was always the same nightmare.
But tonight… something was different.
Just as I was about to plummet into the endless void, an enormous figure suddenly appeared and caught me.
A giant.
And damn…
He was absolutely jacked.
That face… That build…
Wait.
GIGACHAD?!
It’s freaking GIGACHAD!!
“Holy Pip, why are you trembling like that?”
At Gigachad’s words, something inside me broke. I burst into tears.
“I don’t want to go to hell, Gigachad! I don’t want to live like this! This isn’t the isekai life I imagined!!”
Hearing that, Gigachad let out a deep chuckle.
“Then what kind of isekai life do you want? Be honest, Holy Pip. Spill it all.”
The isekai life I want…?
“I wanted to be a harem king. I mean, it’s isekai—a harem is a given!!”
“I agree. If you’re in an isekai, you gotta have a harem. That’s the most manly thing.”
“I also wanted to be a total badass in fights, you know… Huh? What am I even saying? That’s the kind of guy I wanted to be! Not some coward terrified of falling into hell!!”
I wanted to be like that one black-haired foreigner who got isekai’d just like me.
Blasting Boom-tsu Boom-tsu Heavenly Demon Arts, living happily with his wives…
That’s what I wanted!!
Tears welled up in my eyes as I spoke.
And then, Gigachad clicked his tongue.
“What an idiot. Holy Pip, then just live like that.”
With a wave of his hand, three women emerged from the ground.
Iomene. Almeine. And… Erfa.
Ah.
Erfa.
Every time I see those four arms of hers, I can’t help but—
Damn.
Imagine all the possibilities with those four arms…
And then there’s Iomene and Almeine.
Two of them.
Both of them stunning. Double the beauty.
I want them.
The thing I hate most in this world?
A freaking eunuch protagonist.
When the heroine confesses, but the MC goes, “Eh? Nandatte?” like some clueless virgin?
I despise that kind of bullshit more than anything!!
I’m not some impotent coward.
I want them.
I want all three of them!!
“Then just do it, Holy Pip!!”
“You don’t understand, Gigachad.”
I shook my head, sniffling.
“The goddess said she’s going to cast me into hell. She said I’d be killed by the hands of those I love. My ending has already been set—a bad ending… How can I—how can I accept their feelings? Am I supposed to drag them into misery with me?”
As I spoke, my voice filled with despair, Gigachad’s expression darkened.
“You fucking stupid dumbass. Hey, Holy Pip!!”
He grabbed me by the collar and yanked me closer, his face inches from mine.
And then…
His voice changed.
I recognized it instantly.
It was that voice.
The voice I heard when Lupiel, the God of the Future, delivered their prophecy to me.
With the voice of a god, Gigachad spoke:
Go. Make those women yours!! Take them with your own hands!! They’re already making it obvious that they like you—if you just make a move, they’re yours!!
“That’s not the problem!! They’ll end up miserable!!”
At that, Gigachad roared even louder:
You absolute moron!! It’s the Goddess of Grace!! The same goddess who wrote in her scriptures to heal people without charge and protect the weak!! And you, who have lived by her will more than anyone else—why the hell would she send you to hell?! Does that make any sense?!
“But, but…!”
Did it never occur to you that you misinterpreted the prophecy?! That maybe, because you’re a coward, you assumed the worst possible meaning?!
That…
That would be ideal.
But…
“But what if my interpretation is right?! What if I really am doomed?!”
Then ask the damn goddess yourself!! Find out if your interpretation is right or wrong!! Before you start running away, go to her and demand an answer, Holy Pip!!
Asking the goddess directly…
It’s not like I hadn’t considered it before.
But the reason I hadn’t done it yet was simple.
I clenched my fists tightly.
“If I ask her… and she confirms that my interpretation was right… then, Gigachad… I… I don’t think I’ll be able to go on. That’s just… too terrifying.”
Gigachad gave me the most Gigachad-like response possible.
Even if your interpretation is correct, shouldn’t you be thinking about how to overcome it with your own grit and determination?! Are you just going to sit there whining like a coward?! If you want to be a harem king, you better put in the effort to match, Holy Pip!!
At that, I let out a small chuckle.
Yeah.
Gigachad was right.
But effort, huh…?
I mean, we’re talking about a divine entity actively trying to screw me over.
Is that something I can really overcome with sheer effort?
No matter how I think about it…
It seems impossible.
Grit and determination are for mortal opponents.
Not gods.
Gigachad.
“…Thanks for trying to cheer me up, Gigachad. But… in the end, I still think it’s best if I don’t accept their feelings. I just… I just can’t…”
You frustrating little bastard. I knew you’d say that. You cowardly, overly kind, foolishly naive little sheep. That’s why I prepared something for you in advance!!
“W-Wait… What the hell are you doing, Gigachad?!”
Gigachad lifted me off the ground.
A grin spread across his face.
Don’t worry, Holy Pip. This is all for your sake.
“What the hell are you trying to do?! Why are you doing this?!”
You have a lot ahead of you. That’s why, for now, you need to rest. You need to let go and be happy—only then will you have the strength to endure the trials that lie ahead.
And with that, Gigachad dropped me—right in front of the three women.
Then, his voice changed.
So do exactly as I say, Saint Amael.
My instincts screamed at me.
The presence standing before me wasn’t Gigachad.
From his voice to his aura—everything was different.
What the hell…?
Who are you, and why the hell are you appearing in my dream?!
“W-Who… Who are y—”
Just do it. Think later. If a coward like you wants to claim a woman, that’s the only way.
And with that final statement, Gigachad vanished.
Leaving me… alone.
With three naked women pressing up against me.
Wait.
What the actual fuck?!
How the hell did this turn into a full-speed lewd development?!
The Imperial Princess sisters each clung to an arm.
And Erfa…
Erfa was on top of me, getting ready to dock.
Holy shit.
For a dream… this was way too vivid.
Wait.
Wait a fucking second.
Is this even a dream?!
This… this feels too real.
No.
No, this isn’t a dream.
THIS IS REAL.
Casting skill: Physical Modification!
The haze of alcohol instantly vanished.
My half-asleep, dream-like state was forcibly yanked back into reality.
And then—
“W-WAIT! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING?!”
I shot up from my spot like a bullet.
Three women.
And not just any women—these were the very ones I had secretly admired.
They had already agreed to form a harem around me.
What kind of ridiculous situation is this?!
Just like Gigachad had shouted, all I had to do was—literally—just go for it.
And considering they had attempted to sleep with me while I was unconscious, I even held the upper hand in this dynamic.
It’s perfect.
Absolutely perfect.
And yet…
You shall die by the hands of those who love you.
The first thing that came to mind was whether they would end up suffering.
That was my biggest concern.
“In the end, it’s a pathetic excuse, but… we truly believed that you would never accept us, Saint…”
“Because of your nature, you would refuse, convinced that we might get hurt in the process.”
Yeah.
That’s exactly it.
That’s the very reason I’m hesitating right now.
“We kept thinking about how we could get you to open your heart… but this was the only way we could come up with.”
“If we didn’t do something like this, we knew you’d keep carrying your burdens alone… until you finally broke.”
That, too, was correct.
Honestly, even I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep going like this.
Maybe, just like in the princesses’ dream, I really would have shattered under the pressure.
Yeah.
They were right about everything.
But still—
Getting me drunk and trying to sleep with me while I was unconscious?!
That’s not how you do things, you idiots.
“You do realize that’s all just a selfish excuse, right?”
“No matter how much you try to justify it, how could you think it was okay to get someone drunk and do this while they were asleep? That’s just—that’s a crime.”
At my words, the three of them lowered their heads in shame.
They fidgeted anxiously, unable to respond.
And now, before me, stood a clear choice.
If this were a visual novel, I’d be seeing two options pop up right now:
Option 1:
“You disgusting, filthy rapist bitches! I saved you, and this is how you repay me?! Get the hell out of my sight! I never want to see you again!!”
If I chose this one, the story would immediately shift into a dark, regret-filled, obsessive tragedy.
Option 2:
Accept their feelings and become a full-fledged harem king.
In that brief moment, a storm of thoughts raced through my mind.
I worried less about my own happiness—
And more about whether they would be okay.
I turned my gaze to the goddess statue.
Hanging on the wall, the statue of Goddess Lilia smiled upon me, just as she always did.
The Goddess of Grace.
Up until now, I had been too afraid to even try speaking with her.
Was Gigachad right?
Or was I right?
There was no way to know.
I clenched my fists.
Yeah.
If I keep living in fear, I really will break down—just like in their dream.
Let’s go with Gigachad’s advice.
I’ll speak with the goddess, once and for all.
And if she confirms that my prophecy interpretation is correct…
I don’t know if effort and determination will be enough—
But I’ll do everything I can to change the future.
With that decision made, I turned back to the three women.
“…You know, you three are unbelievably selfish.”
At my words, all three of their faces crumbled.
“We’re sorry…”
They sobbed, clutching their trembling fists.
“We won’t ask for forgiveness… We just… we just didn’t want to see you break.”
“The thought of that nightmare becoming reality…”
“We’re sorry, Saint…”
This is straight-up the perfect start to a classic tragic harem redemption arc.
But you know what?
Screw that.
If I’ve been thrown into another world, then—
HAREM IT IS!!
“…But you know what? I’m just as selfish as you guys.”
At my words, the three women snapped their heads up, eyes wide in shock.
I let out a sigh and scratched the back of my head.
“You might regret this. Loving me… you might end up regretting it.”
Because if the goddess tells me:
‘Yeah, you got it right. Your prophecy is true. You’re going to be executed by your followers and sent straight to hell.’
Then I’ll have no choice but to run.
And if that happens—
I’ll have slept with them, only to leave them behind.
I’ll be the biggest bastard imaginable.
“We don’t care.”
“Even if it’s hard, we’re ready.”
The worst-case scenario.
The entire world might turn against me.
They might hate me.
Reject me.
Try to kill me.
If that happens, the only way for these women to stay safe is to abandon me and look out for themselves.
But if they choose to stay by my side until the very end…
Their lives will be nothing but suffering.
They’ll have to throw away everything they’ve ever known.
“As long as we have you, that’s enough.”
“…People might try to kill me.”
I let out a bitter laugh.
I don’t want that kind of ending.
I really, truly don’t.
“The whole world might come to despise me. Because of that, you might get hurt just by being with me. You might have to give up everything you’ve ever had. And in the worst case… you might even die.”
These women had acted selfishly.
They never asked for my consent before trying to sleep with me.
But you know what?
I’m selfish too.
Even though I know there’s a real chance they might suffer—
I still want to be happy with them.
“I like you guys too. But I’m scared that you’ll get hurt.”
“…And yet, at the same time, I still want you to love me.”
I want them to hold me,
to comfort me,
to share happy memories with me.
“That’s selfish, right? That’s the kind of man you’ve fallen for.”
Now, for the first time, I was the one hesitating.
I was the one watching their expressions—waiting for their answer.
“…Do you still want to love me?”
They didn’t answer with words.
Instead, they ran straight into my arms.
They held me tight.
“No matter what happens… we’ll never regret loving you.”
“We love you.”
“If things get too hard… if you’re ever in pain… please tell us, Saint. We’ll do everything we can to help you. We’ll never let you face a tragic ending. Never.”
My hands trembled.
Until the very last moment, I hesitated.
But then—
I made up my mind.
Gigachad.
Thank you.
I’ll take your advice.
And besides—
At this point, with everything set up so perfectly, if I backed out now…
I might as well just cut my dick off.
I wrapped my arms around the three women.
“I love you.”
At my words, they pressed even closer to me.
And then—
My son suddenly piped up:
DAD!! DAD, THIS IS IT!! THIS IS THE BIG MOMENT!! IT’S THE NAKED BIG-TIDDY PINNED-DOWN SITUATION YOU LOVE!! CAN I—CAN I GET HARD NOW?! THIS IS THE RIGHT TIME, RIGHT?!
…Yeah.
So I gave my son the OK signal.
No more hesitation.
Tomorrow, I’m going to face the goddess head-on.
And from now on—
I’m going to be happy.
No more fear.
No more doubt.
How much longer am I supposed to live in anxiety and terror?
Hanging on the wall, the statue of Goddess Lilia smiled down at me—
That same kind, gentle smile as always.
So I smiled back at her.
Faith?
I’ll have it.
Good deeds?
I’ll do them.
But in return… please.
Please, just let me be happy.
I promise I’ll work harder.
All I ask for is something simple.
Let me live a happy life with the women I love.
That night, for the first time,
I finally got to use my skills properly.
Shared Senses and Four Arms.
Holy shit.
That was insane.
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