MTL - After Brushing Face At The Apocalypse’s Boss For 363 Days - Chapter 29 hope

Between heaven and earth lies the greatest truth, and the manifestation of the great truth descends in the form of Gu.　　People cultivate the Qi of heaven and earth around their bodies to control Gu and exert their magical power.　　One year after his transmigration, Chen Qing finally discovered his special features on the day he contracted his first Gu. He was actually able to see through everything about the Gu...　　Therefore, he began to march toward the road to immortality step by step.

Transmigrated into a trash body of general's daughter as female lead? Peh! Too mainstream! Transmigrated to be a villainess? Common! What about transmigrating and ending up as cannon fodder? Have read it before!

Cecily was a scrawny girl with no friends. However, like all other girls, she yearned for true love. She always had a crush on Robert, Alpha’s son in their Pack. However, on her eighteenth birthday, she found out that Robert was her Mate!

Before she could hug him in excitement, Robert had already flung her hand away like a piece of trash. “You will not become my Mate. Pretend that nothing happened today. Leave and watch your mouth. Do not say anything that you should not say!”

Robert publicly ogled at the sexy, beautiful blonde Alison at their high school graduation. The graduation trip changed Cecily, making her stronger, more confident, more vibrant, and more beautiful and sexy. Furthermore, Robert, who met her on his college campus again, began to pursue her. “You should be my Luna. We will live together from now on. We will have lots of kids. They will be healthy and smart.” Robert’s eyes were filled with lust. Robert’s pestering made Cecily feel disgusted and nauseated!

As Cecily could not protect herself from Robert due to the difference in strength, Michael appeared. “Your actions make you unworthy as an Alpha.” Michael looked at Robert with disdain.

During Robert’s inauguration as Alpha, Cecily could no longer tolerate his pestering. “I, Cecily Levin, reject Robert Paslo as my mate.” When Robert was furious and in pain, wanting to hurt Cecily, Michael appeared again! “Cecily was the Mate arranged by the Moon Goddess for me.” Michael looked at Cecily gently. “Whoever dares to touch her is disrespecting the royal family.”

“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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