Several months have passed since I got out of the hospital.

During that time, I devoted every ounce of my energy to understanding how to use this power.

More than half of it was taught to me by that self-proclaimed angel, but ultimately, all the credit goes to me.

『You really have a wonderful personality, don’t you?』

Fufufu.

Your achievements are mine. My achievements are also mine.

『…I’m going to get you back for this someday.』

Kukuku.

Go ahead and try if you can.

You can’t lay a single finger on me!

『Your current favorite dirty book is Sister Paradise.』

…Wha… what?

『The page you stared at the longest was…』

I’m sorry.
Seriously, please forgive me.
Please, seriously stop right there.
It’s all, completely, entirely my fault!
M-Miss Angel!
N-no, Beautiful Angel Girl!

『Good, as long as you understand♪ Now then, let’s get to work.』

Work.

That’s hard to sum up in one word.

Apparently, I’m an angel.

I don’t really get what that means, but it must be synonymous with the word “Eros.”

Sexy dynamite! Oooh-la-la ah-ha-ha.

『Wrong! Why do you always have to sexually harass me?! As a messenger of God…』

I-can’t-hear-you!

『God, why did you make such a personality-deficient person into an angel?!』

It’s fine being personality-deficient. It’s fun, after all.

Now then, let’s get back on topic.

As a messenger of God, I must devote myself to good deeds.

Good deeds—these aren’t based on our human ethical standards.

They’re good deeds from God’s perspective.

We don’t actively accumulate good deeds; rather, God assigns us missions.

Let me give you an example of our current mission.

『Make baseball club member Sugita and Committee Chairman Komiyama hook up.』

…I don’t get it.

Over these past few months, we’ve completed all sorts of missions.

Searching for lost wallets, love troubles, academic worries… regarding the bullying in another class, we had a “chat” behind the gym. I definitely didn’t use the Status Window to dig up dirt and blackmail anyone.

…I didn’t, okay? Except for resolving that bullying incident.

But all of those are things that could be solved without me.

Pathetic little problems that anyone could resolve.

What does God want me to do?

For such pathetic missions, this power is way too strong!

I’m gonna abuse it! I’m totally gonna abuse it!

『God doesn’t give you trials you can’t overcome. That’s why it’s fine if the power is somewhat strong.』

What total cheat-enabler logic!

『Just hurry up and get those two together!』

Ah, fine.
Then I’ll just go tell them.
“You two, go mate right now.” Go-fight!

『Do you even know the concepts of love and romance?』

Not at all!
After all, I’ve got the Bad Status “Virgin”!

『Are you holding a grudge about that?』

At that moment, I was definitely holding a grudge.

What’s wrong with holding a grudge?

Hey, what’s wrong with it?

What’s wrong with a virgin holding a grudge?

『Honestly, don’t you want Skill Points?』

Fine, I get it!

These are points you earn by completing missions assigned by God.

Apparently, there are rules to human stats.

Levels use experience points—there are points you get from club activities, studying, and various competitions, and when they reach a certain amount, your stats automatically increase.

Just like a roleplaying game.

Skill Points, on the other hand, are complex.

You allocate skills to raise talent levels.

But that alone won’t make technical skills bloom.

When this talent level combines with actual training, changes occur in your stats and actual skill proficiency.

The reason some people can do something and others can’t, even with the same training, is because of this.

I can manipulate these values within the range of my Skill Points.

The procedure is simple. I just wish for what I want to do.

In other words, as long as I fulfill God’s trials, I can reign as a genius.

I can monopolize the title of genius with minimal effort!

And I’m actually experiencing the effects firsthand.

After all, I ranked 5th in the grade on the midterm exams.

Even PE, where I had no confidence in my athleticism and barely managed to maintain a 3, now I’m considered an asset for the sports festival.

Since effort immediately yields results, my motivation switch is always ON.

Truly, life on easy mode.

Everything’s going smoothly except for being a virgin.

…Looking back, this was the source of my failure.

God and I were in a contractual relationship.

God outsources work to me, and I complete it.

So I took God lightly.

I misunderstood that we were equals.

It’s not about believing or not believing.

Whether one human believes or doesn’t believe—such things don’t matter to God.

God is like a natural phenomenon.

It just exists.

That’s why I should have paid attention to the “Angel’s” words.

『God doesn’t give you trials you can’t overcome.』

The gracious words of the self-proclaimed angel.

Right, trials.

I hate trials.

But it had already begun.

“Well then, I’ll introduce the transfer student.”

That was the voice of a worn-out middle-aged man—our homeroom teacher’s voice.

With that voice, a tall female student walked in.

A Japanese beauty with a melancholic expression, straight black hair styled long.

That beautiful girl turned toward us with a smile.

Still somehow tinged with melancholy.

“I’m Ebina Mei. Nice to meet you.”

“Woooooh!”

voices erupted.

Guys are really stupid.

『You’re a guy too, you know.』

Oh my.

That’s a secret between us girls.

『I’m seriously going to punch you someday.』

Teasing her is so fun.

Anyway, the transfer student was beautiful.

How should I put it—does she have an instant-kill skill against the Bad Status “Virgin”?

Anyway, she seemed like a refined young lady. The pure and innocent type.

I’m confident my entire party would be wiped out in one turn.

As I was grinning to myself, the teacher said to the transfer student:

“Ebina. The seat next to Sagara is empty, so sit there.”

“Yes. Nice to meet you.”

Well, how cute.

I want to dress her up like a doll.

She’d definitely look good in traditional Japanese clothing.

I want to put her in a shrine maiden outfit!

I want to dress her in gothic lolita or sweet lolita too!

『Is that the reaction of a healthy middle school boy? Honestly, you’re so jaded.』

Shut up.

I ignored the angel and acted friendly as I spoke to the transfer student.

“Do you have textbooks and stuff?”

“Ah, I’m fine.”

“I see. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Ah, yes. Thank you.”

Then the teacher teased me.

“Yeah, don’t hold back. That thing isn’t a guy. It’s a creature called Sagara, so it’s safe.”

Teacher, I’m never forgetting those words and that face!

I swear I’m getting revenge on you!

“Um… thank you very much.”

What a good kid.

I wish a certain voice that only spews poison could hear this.

『It’s Sagara-kun who’s always being mean!』

The angel is sulking.

…That was a little cute.

Let’s bully her more.

『Geez! Idiot! …Ah, Sagara-kun, there’s an order from God.』

What now?!

『Check Ebina-san’s status.』

…Huh?

『That’s why, Ebina-san’s status.』

Peeping is not good.

You shouldn’t do such things.

『Why do you try to act like a good person so deliberately…』

Well, I guess it can’t be helped.

If it’s an order from Boss God, it can’t be helped.

Gehehehehe.

『…I’m telling on you to God.』

Fine, I get it!
Here you go.

Target Analysis

I looked again.

The transfer student noticed my gaze and looked puzzled.

Even that expression was beautiful.

You… just who are you?