“Ah, I messed up… I was being careful though…”
After that, I laid the teacher, who had passed out with her eyes rolled back and an expression unfit for others to see, on the bed and hurried back to my apartment like I was running away.
Living alone, I quickly heated up some frozen tantanmen noodles, ate them, and then took a bath. After washing my body, I soaked in the tub and rubbed my right arm.
There, the character for “Mu” (無) was visible.
And further up my arm, more characters continued.
【Muryou Taisuu】 (無量大数)
This is my true amount of experience points.
When I was little, only the character for “Mu” was visible, so no one else knows about this except me.
I didn’t learn that “Muryou Taisuu” was a numerical unit until my first year of middle school. The characters that had gradually become clearer were finally fully visible, and I became curious and looked it up.
Muryou Taisuu. That’s 10 to the 68th power.
To put it simply in numbers, it looks like this:
100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000
That’s one Muryou Taisuu.
When I first realized this fact, I was utterly shaken. Even a hundred million is considered a national treasure-level amount. This far surpasses that. It’s practically a world treasure. I imagined that I could live an incredibly luxurious life, treated as a VIP even above the President of the United States.
However, that expectation was quickly shattered.
Back when I was in my first year of middle school, there was a girl I liked. She had fair skin, long, slender dark blue hair, and was a quiet, book-loving girl. Her name was Hamano Yura. In elementary school, we were on a first-name basis, but after we were separated into different classes in middle school, we hardly spoke anymore.
Foolishly, I indulged in the following fantasy:
On an autumn afternoon, in a deserted library bathed in the light of the setting sun. She, the library committee member, alone in the library, flipping through pages dyed crimson by the sunset.
I abruptly enter the library, holding eight volumes of pure literature, and approach the counter. I hand them to her one by one.
She scans the barcodes on the library computer. Then she notices. When you read the first character of each book’s title in sequence, it spells out, “Tsuki ga kirei desu ne” (The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?). Naturally, as a book lover, she realizes it’s a love confession and blushes.
However, being shy, she pretends not to notice. So, when I take the books back, I lightly touch her fingers. And then, what do you know? Even though the transfer of experience points through touch is minimal, my total amount of experience points is enormous. Even if only 0.001% is transferred, a hundred nayuta (那由他) worth of experience points would go to her. There’s no doubt that receiving such an amount would make her heart flutter intensely.
Night after night, I fantasized and ran countless convenient mental simulations. Finally, on a certain autumn day, I decided to put my plan into action.
I found eight books and approached the counter…
“Tatsuya-kun, it’s been a while. You read this kind of book?”
“Ah, yeah.”
“I’ll process them all at once.”
“Ah, sure.”
The plan ended almost immediately. Yura-chan rearranged the books so the barcodes were visible and quickly scanned them. The resulting phrase, “Iki ga kiretsu desu ne” (Your breath is ragged, isn’t it?), made no sense and certainly didn’t convey my feelings.
“Return them in two weeks. Let me know what you think after you’ve read them.”
She smiled as she handed the books to me. In a moment of recklessness, I touched her fingertips.
This careless action was a mistake.
A flood of experience points, in the incomprehensible unit of a hundred nayuta, rushed into a young girl who had just begun to awaken to her sexuality. There was no way she could handle it with just a simple heart flutter.
“…Ah… ahh… ahh…”
“Y-Yura-chan?”
Her eyes, hidden behind her long bangs, widened, and she trembled uncontrollably. After a while…
※It was just the tips of our fingers touching.
“Yura-chan!? Yura-chaaaaaaaan!!”
In an instant, Yura-chan’s eyes rolled back, and she began trembling violently, screaming. Then, she lost control and collapsed onto the floor.
Fortunately, the nurse’s office was nearby, and the school nurse, who was still there, rushed over immediately after hearing the scream.
As for me, I instinctively hid behind a bookshelf and simply watched as Yura-chan was carried away on a stretcher. The sound of the ambulance siren lingered in my ears for what felt like an eternity.
From the next day onward, Yura-chan was gone. Rumor had it that she had transferred schools, but the truth remained unknown.
I was terrified. I kept thinking, “Did she die? Did I kill her?” The fear was overwhelming.
If it came out that Yura-chan had ended up like that because of my experience points, what would happen? I was so scared I couldn’t stand it.
From that day on, I started covering my forearm with an arm cover. To the friends who persistently asked about it, I only showed them the character for “Mu” (無) and brushed it off. And to this day, I’ve lived wearing gloves to avoid touching women.
But now, even that has come to an end today.
“Teacher, I hope she doesn’t remember anything…”
I don’t know how much of my experience points were transferred to the teacher, but it’s certain that she felt enough pleasure to faint. Well, at least she still had a pulse, so she’s probably not dead.
“I wish my experience points would just disappear, even if it’s little by little…”
Even as I wished for that, the latest research has shown that experience points recover after a night’s rest. By tomorrow, my experience points will be back to Muryou Taisuu levels.
“There’s no way I can ever do anything intimate like that…”
If just a touch caused this, there’s no doubt that doing anything more would kill the woman involved.
Feeling deeply gloomy, I went to sleep, praying that Yura-chan was still alive somewhere.
