Night’s Nomenclature - Chapter 429: Pikachu Doesnt Like Being in a Poké Ball

At the age of eleven, the youth Ye Xuan's soul traveled through time to the distant Mythical Era, becoming an Undying monster emerging from the Emperor's Burial Ground, influencing one era after another. Yet behind Ye Xuan, an invisible force manipulated everything. Struggling to take control of his fate, Ye Xuan exhausted all means, but just as he was on the brink of success, he was betrayed by his disciple and wife, causing his soul to slumber for ninety thousand years.When Ye Xuan awoke, he found himself back in his own body and had become the son-in-law of the Emperor Immortal Sect, treated by others as a fool. The story begins from here.Eternal Emperor Soul, returned overnight.From then on, an emperor rose as a son-in-law, ushering in an invincible myth that dominated through the ages!Simplified version: The foolish son-in-law, soul returned, rose in one morning, invincible through all ages.Show-off version: “I am invincible; do as you please.” — Ye Xuan.Meme version: That year, my hands in my pockets, I knew no rivals.

Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, fading,I held on without surrender.Through each repeated day, running toward tomorrow’s light,I became a knight, resolute and bright.

What happens when you transmigrate to Beast World? With the system in hand, the world is for your taking! One day, Su Tang, an intern at the hospital, is struck by a system and transmigrates to Beast World. It's a wondrous world with winged tigers, fire-spitting birds, and enticing man-eating flowers… Everything in this world leaves Su Tang awestruck!After the Chief of Winged Tiger Tribe saves Su Tang, she learns how backward this place was. Su Tang is determined to help change the world! Under the system’s guidance, she helps to extract salt, build homes, dig traps, make weapons and store food for winter… And perhaps even save the world while she's at it!

“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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