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Transmigrated as a Fat villain: All heroines are after me

"Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence." I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears. "Tell him I'll be there shortly." "I understand, y-young master." I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection. And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally. For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than "fat," and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that. "I suppose I need a workout." Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy. After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it. I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out. Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily. "You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!" . . "We're here, young master." Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter. "Give me a hand." I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath. "Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?" I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care. As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father. "I'm alright, Dad." Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants. "Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!" You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame. "What's going on, Dad?" Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it.... "Your fiancee is coming tomorrow" ~~~~~~~~~ Join Discord for Faster Update notification:: https://discord.gg/QZnWtQARft NO YURI NO INCEST NO NTR --- This story doesn't carry any of these things. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE ~ you can expect some errors

A4KL · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
173 Chs

Chapter 33 -The reason, I don't regret tearing that damn book !!

Classroom assignments weren't solely based on a student's awakened ability. Instead, they were determined by the choices made by the professors.

Each professor not only evaluated a student's potential but also selected them to be part of specific classes.

Seeing my name assigned to Class A was a clear indication that I'd be among the most talented individuals. It was evident that Professor Adriannel had chosen me.

Thalia possessed a sharp combat instinct and the uncanny ability to predict her enemies' every movement.

It had been mentioned in the book that she had become strong enough to engage in a toe-to-toe battle with her own professor by the end of her third year.

This demonstrated the professor's immense strength, as even with Thalia's exceptional predictive and intuitive abilities, defeating him remained a formidable task.

Even though it wasn't enough, here came 'Hursen Collins,' the Craten known for his immense strength but cursed with a tragic life.

He started anew each time without any recollection of his past, trapped in a cycle of dreams that often didn't come true, as our brains have a way of mixing things up.

He died and regressed, only to witness things in his dreams without feeling the actual suffering, making him one of the worst regressors.

As I stepped into the classroom, my eyes caught Thalia in conversation with someone, Rihane Valhale, the Dariant with distinctive pink hair that set her apart from the first-year students.

Her's abilities were shrouded in mystery. She had two inborn talents. The first allowed her to detect something about a person's body, helping her decide if they were evil or not.

The second, revealed later in the novel, involved her brother's tragic death by some accident.

A foreign soul from Earth had entered his body, and Rihane had known his true identity all along, leading to his cruel demise —The specifics of how she discovered the soul switch remained unknown.

But I wasn't bothered because she didn't know me personally, making it impossible for her to doubt me or anything of the sort.

Every hero had their own intricate story, expanding this world far beyond the confines of a mere novel.

It was one of the many reasons why the book had gained such popularity.

But at this moment, my aim was to remain inconspicuous, a ghost in the class, only to reveal my true potential at the end of the year, surprising them all.

"Hey, Zeph, what are you doing over there? Come sit with us. Rihane was asking about you," Thalia's voice cut through my thoughts, causing a rush of internal panic.

Why did she have to disrupt my carefully laid plans?

Nevertheless, I managed to conjure a smile, though all I received in return was a small one from Rihane. This was definitely not going as I had intended.

"Hello, my name is Zephyr," I began, but before I could finish my sentence, she interrupted.

"It's Rihane, hello, Zeph," she replied, full of lively energy, just as I had read about her.

"Hello, Rihane. I heard you were asking about me from Thalia. What's that about?"

I inquired with a small smile, delving deeper into this situation that seemed to be created by Thalia.

"Oh, she was just saying you've fallen for that cold-looking Hedrian girl,"

Rihane casually revealed, confirming my suspicions. I sensed a gaze from behind me and immediately began chanting my mantra, 'Don't think anything, don't think anything.'

"Thalia told me that if I mentioned this, your reaction would be quite a sight. I guess it's true, hehehe,"

Rihane continued, and I couldn't help but feel that both Thalia and Rihane were in on some kind of deal.

It was moments like this that made me not regret tearing that damn book.

"I suppose I should take my seat now. I hope you've had a good look at my face, Miss Rihane," I said with a smile, trying to play it cool.

There was no way I wanted to get entangled with these two siblings, especially considering the death glare Rihane's brother was giving me from nearby.

As for Thalia, I had a feeling I needed to deal with her strange behavior soon. It was almost like she had caught some contagious disease.

Thalia's POV

Upon entering the classroom, my first instinct was to locate Zeph, but he wasn't there. I took my seat and noticed a girl with striking pink hair.

My intuition nudged me to befriend her, but a calculated plan also emerged. If I became friends with her, it was likely that Zeph would become involved as well.

I didn't want any more competition, especially not from anyone other than that cold-faced Hedrian.

Within the walls of this academy, I had a mission – to make him fall for me.

If that proved impossible, then he had to be eliminated.

After all, things I couldn't have were better off not in someone else's hands.

Valeriana's POV

As I watched the girl enter the classroom without the boy, I remembered she was the one who had shouted those ridiculous things earlier, which had piqued my curiosity about her.

I began listening to her thoughts, but I quickly realized I shouldn't have. Is she insane? I couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy.

How had he gotten himself tangled up with this girl? It seemed best not to get involved with them to avoid trouble.

My thoughts were interrupted when the boy finally entered the classroom and was called over by the seemingly erratic girl.

I made a conscious decision not to read his mind or even attempt to as I didn't look into his direction or towards him.

I had no desire to be associated with these peculiar individuals.

However, my patience wore thin when I heard what the Dariant girl said.

They were using my name in the classroom so openly, and it felt humiliating. How dare they?

I couldn't help but glare at the boy, only to hear his repetitive mantra.

I had to control myself. There were more important things to focus on, like achieving the first rank in the upcoming tests and exams.

I had ambitions to become a wise queen, and I wouldn't let these distractions get in my way.