I'm a God in an Online Game - Chapter 585

Set in the world of Naruto, the story follows the emotional journey of Naruto Uzumaki as he makes a life-altering decision to leave the village of Konoha. After fulfilling his promise to Sakura by bringing Sasuke back, Naruto feels a sense of stagnation in the village. No longer finding purpose in staying, and without any immediate threats, he decides to follow in Jiraiya’s footsteps and embark on a journey of self-discovery.This is a romantic and drama novel, it will not concentrat on adventure or fighting.This is an excerpt from one of the chapters:........As they walked, ***** pouted. “Naruto… My hair got wet… Lift me up a little more.”Naruto raised an eyebrow, a strange smile forming on his lips.Kushina narrowed her eyes. “What are you thinking…?!”His grin widened.******* gasped in realization. “No. No, no… Don’t even think about it!”And suddenly, he lowered her to the level of the river, her **** hair spreading over the surface like silk. She screamed, “Naruto… you've soaked me… what am I going to do with you now?”She reached into the water and splashed some at him, saying, “Alright… then take this…”Naruto turned his face away to avoid getting wet, laughing, then looked at her playfully and said, “If you don't stop, I'll throw you completely into the water.”She replied with a challenge, still teasing, “Then do it… and I'll take you with me.”They locked eyes for a moment before bursting into happy laughter. Then Naruto lifted her again and continued walking...........

“With my knowledge, give me a fulcrum on which to place it and I shall move the world!”

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Sorcerer Continent—a world where sorcerers exist. Wielders of arcane knowledge. Masters of all elements. Sovereigns of space and time. These sorcerers governed the world with their unrivalled prowess. One day, a young man awakened into this world with his past forgotten and no place to call home. Follow along as Glenn, by relying on his luck and wit, tries to survive and advance in this unforgiving world. Entangled within the machinations of fate, political schemes, power struggles and wars, he forges his own path and creates a place for himself.

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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”

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Weary reader, it is an honor for you to choose this book in this heavy, dark library room.

Somewhat sadly, the book is sick.

Your fingers should be able to feel the raised growths on the surface of the book cover,

The words written in the old days are like parasites rooted in the pages of the book, hoping that someone can observe their wriggling,

To feel, to analyze, to touch the story of the disease.

If you insist on borrowing this book, be sure to check your physical condition regularly.

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