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“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” ……………………………………………………………Dear readers! Without any ads, maybe you will prefer .

“So, Diana, what's your excuse for betraying me?”His amber glinted eyes bore into the woman with bloodied, broken blue hair, kneeling in complete disarray.“... you're evil.”“Oh, so, looking out for all of you makes me evil?”The man narrowed his eyes, contemplating the echoes of protagonist halos and heroines' mentality, starkly real now.Coming from a world far removed from such grim reality, he had read about these personalities in novels, but experiencing their shortcomings firsthand was a different story.“How am I evil?”He looked down at his foot where a young man, limbless and crushed, lay in a state of complete brokenness, mustering the little strength he had left to utter some words.“... y.. you ba..stard, You killed millions.”Hearing these words, the man's internal amusement grew at the absurdity of these hypocritical people.He had eradicated all the evil organizations within the Empire after ascending to his throne.Wars were waged to crush rebellious kingdoms that stood against his Empire, uniting the entire Heidal Continent under one flag—the Selvius Empire.He shifted his gaze towards another woman with pink hair, her body completely broken, supported by a rock to maintain a semblance of balance amidst the devastation.“Hmm, so what about you, Karina? Wasn't your family about to be executed by the Aidiac Royal family? Is it wrong for me to have intervened?”“You killed them without mercy, and although you saved my family, it was not worth it.”“I just saved—”“It's bullshit. You could have solved everything peacefully without drawing so much blood.”Hearing all this, the man began to understand why those novels depicted these people as hypocritical and low in intelligence.If he hadn't saved them, they would have suffered the most gruesome fate.Yet, despite being saved, these ungrateful individuals chose to blame him. The bitter irony of their ingratitude gnawed at him, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.“Guess you all have the same reasons.”The man looked towards the seven people, their disdainful gazes directed at him.He had only aimed to change their fates, to rescue some from slavery, others from crippling circumstances, and a few from inevitable betrayal.Yet, they all blamed him for saving them, unable to comprehend that he had severed the root causes that would have subjected them to excruciating suffering.“Hahaha.”“Indeed, now I see.”He now understood what those novels had tried to convey—'these idiots think this whole world works like they think it would.''System.........