The next day, on the train.
"Haaaah~~~~"
Alistair had managed to get up early today. He hadn't slept too late the night before, so his spirits were decent, but he still felt a bit groggy. The main reason for the delay was a new ability he had randomly acquired this morning, which took some time to test out.
"What a pain~" Alistair leaned back against the seat, sighing lazily.
If his influence actually worked at this damn school, he wouldn't bother with the rules; sleeping until he woke up naturally sounded much better.
Last night, he had organized his thoughts and identified a few key objectives.
First: get back that ring. Its exact effects were unclear, but it seemed capable of altering mental perception. It appeared to have its own "operating program"—to "modify" meant it had to delete first and then fill in, implying a built-in logic. However, it seemed to have no effect on Alistair himself.
Currently, that ring was likely in the hands of the nuns. Those women surely had their own supernatural powers. To be chosen by "God," their own "Mystery" must be substantial. People like that were bound to awaken unique abilities, even if the effects varied.
Furthermore, the "Divine Grace" he'd researched—both from vague online forums and materials provided by Hisato—sounded incredibly powerful. At base level, recipients were like mini-supermen. However, every use required a price: physical exhaustion, mental fatigue, or something else. Compared to the results, the cost wasn't devastating, but it would definitely affect one's state of being. There were rumors of "permanent" Divine Graces, but details were too scarce to be sure.
Second: find out what Seira Kanonzaka and her group were using to trigger the "Hour of Inscription." It could be a ritual array or a strange artifact, but it definitely wasn't something they could fully control. If they could, they'd just go around draining everyone at will. A power of that scale must have massive restrictions—perhaps they can't control the timing, or perhaps it only affects a specific demographic, like a certain age group.
Beyond that, he needed to know the specific effect. If it were a physical artifact, Alistair could use the ring on his finger to "devour" it, using it as "experience" for an upgrade. Being able to forcibly drain energy on such a wide scale would make him incredibly powerful, especially in a group fight.
Third: seduce the targets of interest. Even though he only had a few months, with [Pheromones], his efficiency wouldn't be bad. The best part was that due to the long-term influence of the "Hour of Inscription," the students here were practically desperate for romance and reproduction. They were more than happy to experience the process and the result.
For those with more self-control, the desires were subtle, but once they met someone "right," they showed extreme passion. Sakura Miyajima from yesterday was a perfect example—she seemed calm and sharp, yet she immediately suggested becoming lovers. At this rate, he could "purify" another soul within two days.
Of course, Alistair was more than willing. But before that, he had to conquer Nina Tsubakihara. She was the "Boss." If he only hung around the underlings, he might miss his chance with the Tsubakihara sisters—and without them, getting to Aunt Myra would be nearly impossible. Once he had the Boss, the rest would fall into line.
Most importantly, holding an "Impart" (orgy) here would yield a massive amount of energy. The energy generated by the lust of the "Hour of Inscription" had no one to absorb it; God knows how much had accumulated by now. Even if he didn't "level up," it would be a huge boost—at least back to his level before he was drained.
Finally, Alistair's first "pull" this morning had granted him something amazing.
[Life Return (Seimei Kikan)]: By infusing consciousness into any part of the body, the user can freely control it. During use, it continuously consumes a large amount of physical stamina. (Skill Type)
If Alistair remembered correctly, this was a skill from the anime One Piece. After testing it, he was 100% sure. This ability allowed his body to become quite... "extraordinary." He suspected this was an enhanced version.
Basic tricks like speeding up digestion or fine motor control were standard. A bit more extreme was controlling hair growth. But besides that, what else could he do?
Obviously, he applied this to his "Main Cannon."
The first thing Alistair achieved was a change in volume. To put it bluntly: size manipulation. He could shrink it to a three-centimeter "pistol" or expand it into an 880mm "Super-Battleship Cannon." Though, compared to his overall frame, the latter looked utterly ridiculous and logically impossible.
Later, in the restroom, he tried other transformations. It had to be based on biological traits; he couldn't turn it into a literal steel drill, but he could use "tools." He tried adding "textures" to the cannon—making parts of the skin rougher and more abrasive, or controlling the protruding veins to harden in specific intervals, turning it into a biological "Mace."
(Don't worry about the biological bugs; it's a magically modified support skill. Just look at the results.)
Having a "new weapon," he had to test its "lethality."
He had pulled Chiaki into the restroom and let her "break in" this new specialized equipment. The adjustable size perfectly matched Chiaki's "weapon slot," and Alistair could use his ability to lock into every sensitive spot.
In just fifteen minutes, Alistair barely satisfied himself, but Chiaki was left paralyzed on the toilet. Luckily, he had her leaning against the wall with her back to him, or he would have needed a new set of clothes.
In short—extraordinary results.
This would be his ultimate tool for conquering the girls. In a world with hentai-like logic, a superior "weapon" made everything easier.
Ding!
The train arrived at another station. The chime woke Alistair from his daze.
"Still a few more stops. This place is seriously far," Alistair yawned, looking at the station signs.
"Yeah, this school is way out there," another voice agreed.
"Huh? You're... the guy from yesterday?" Alistair looked over. He looked familiar. He was the chubby guy Izumi Nogami had been kicking and stepping on yesterday. A "fat" type like this was rare for a protagonist or a victim; they were usually skinny or buff.
"Just call me Tazaki," the fat guy introduced himself.
"Oh, Tazaki. Nice to meet you. Just call me Alistair."
"Did those girls do anything to you yesterday?" Tazaki asked.
"Not really. I'm on good terms with the Class Rep; she protected me," Alistair lied casually.
"Really? I'm jealous you escaped. But you should be careful. The Class Rep looks sweet and innocent, but she's screwed over a lot of people. When she gets ruthless, it's terrifying."
"The Class Rep? Ruthless?" Alistair raised an eyebrow. His curiosity was piqued.