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Chapter 3: Even I Can’t Move During Time Stop

There was a name that those who walked the path of magic couldn’t help but know.

The Tower of the Wise.

More commonly known as the Magic Tower.

Their symbol, an inverted triangular emblem, was considered almost equal to the imperial emblem within the empire.

It was a gathering of human weapons who could single-handedly destroy an entire city, and at the same time, a cradle of knowledge and technology that had accelerated the empire’s progress with numerous magical engineering advancements.

On the eve of the annual academic conference, numerous mages and witches were actively exchanging opinions at the top of the Magic Tower in Mars City.

“We should submit the Three Primary Colors Theory as our Mars branch’s representative paper.”

“I think the Shadow Magic Re

[Saint of Healing Discovered?]

Saint of Healing.

It was a title that piqued her interest.

She stopped organizing and slowly began to read the contents inside, unfolding the newspaper.

And as she read more and more of the content, her eyes grew wider and wider.

“He cured all kinds of rare diseases and genetic disorders on the spot? Is this even magically possible?”

Miracles bestowed by God and magic created by human effort were clearly different fields.

But whether it was a miracle or magic, it was performed by humans.

To treat the half of her face, Erpha had studied numerous fields, and among them were miracles as well.

Even for Erpha, it was the first time she had heard of such large-scale miracles being performed continuously.

She felt tempted, but Erpha soon shook her head.

The only conclusion she had drawn from studying miracles was that humans were evil.

Those who claimed to wield great miracles were actually mostly either using simple magic to inflate themselves or outright scammers determined to eat and run.

Saint of Healing?

Unless he maintained that fame even after a year or so, she couldn’t afford to waste time on a person who had apparently just appeared.

Moreover, half of her face was so bizarre that anyone who saw it would want to vomit.

There was no guarantee that this so-called saint would react positively upon seeing her face.

I can’t believe it.

Erpha put down the morning newspaper.

Rather than relying on miracles she couldn’t be sure of, she was more likely to overcome her struggle with magic.

She sat at her desk and once again began to immerse herself in research.

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“Saint!! Please heal my son!”

“Please help my daughter! Saint!! Saint!”

People crowded the slums to the point where there was no room to step.

There were even people getting more injured from being trampled while shouting to get treated first.

The scene of numerous children, sick people, and their families screaming and waving their hands at me was now close to a horror scene.

Jesus.

What should I do at times like this? Please give me an answer.

Of course, Jesus didn’t answer.

My eyes were heavy from lack of sleep.

Moreover, I couldn’t just do the character customization roughly, could I?

As I focused on doing it meticulously, my mental strength had reached its limit.

No matter how much I did, there was no end.

There’s no end.

Forget about the witch, at this rate, I’ll die first.

“I need to rest for a moment,” I said that and tried to carefully withdraw my body, but the people had no intention of letting me go.

“Saint! Have mercy!! Saint!”

“Saint! Have mercy!”

This is driving me crazy.

No matter how I thought about it, this didn’t seem right.

Let me just rest for a bit. I’ll go eat something, sleep a bit, and then come back.

Naturally.

I needed a way to escape without hurting people…

There was one.

“Saint! Please!!”

Leaving behind the shouting people, I activated another adult game skill.

[Using the Time Stop skill!]

With this, I should be able to escape safely.

First, let’s escape, get some sleep, and eat something.

…Damn it.

I can’t move either.