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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" ~~~~~~~~~ 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
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173 Chs

Chapter 29 - Awakening (2)

It was my turn, and with each step I took toward the platform, my nervousness intensified. The weight of several gazes bore down on me, their collective scrutiny almost palpable.

It was as though the entire room held its breath, waiting for the unveiling of my awakened power.

As I reached the platform, I couldn't resist stealing a glance at Professor Adriannel. His sharp gaze met mine, and he acknowledged me with a knowing smile.

It was a subtle confirmation that he had noticed, that he understood the immense well of mana that surged within me. After all, how could he not? He has The sanctum's 5th floor weapon the 'Reincarnation wand',

As maybe he was not the strongest in the world but he was one of them,He must have felt 'Zendal bracelet' and it's effect on me.

I continued to move forward, closing the distance to the stone tablet with each step. My heart raced, a cacophony of anticipation echoing in my chest.

This was the moment I had prepared for, the moment when the arcane mysteries of the academy would grant me a unique ability.

Hope welled within me, a fervent desire to receive a power that would match the depth of my potential. With every ounce of control I possessed, I approached the stone tablet, ready to embrace whatever destiny had in store for me.

As I put my hands on the stone tablet, a hushed ripple of whispers and giggles swept through the crowd. I couldn't help but overhear some taunts and snickers.

"Mana transmutation? What a peculiar ability!"

someone whispered, and others joined in, their comments a mixture of curiosity and mockery.

It seemed like the choice of my power had raised some eyebrows, and I could feel the weight of their judgment. Except for Professor Adriannel, who remained a silent observer with a hint of intrigue in his eyes, none of the other professors paid me much attention.

Their indifference stung, but I knew better than to let it deter me.

For me, this ability was a gift, a twist of fate that I had been waiting for. The enormous mana reserves within me, regenerating at a swift speed, were like a hidden boon.

I could feel it, the potential to shape this mana into something extraordinary. It was a power that had the potential to make me stand out, to prove that even the most unconventional abilities could become something great.

As I stood there, my hands firmly planted on the tablet, I felt a rush of energy surging through me.

It was as though the stone itself acknowledged my potential. With each passing moment, I could sense the connection between myself and the mana deepening, a bond forming that would allow me to harness this gift to its fullest extent.

The whispers of the crowd faded into the background as I focused on the wellspring of mana within me. With "Mana Transmutation," I had the power to convert this energy into any form I desired – attacks or defenses limited only by my imagination. It was a double-edged sword, consuming mana at a rapid pace, but I was ready to master it, to find that delicate balance between unleashing its potential and preserving my precious reserves.

This was my moment, my destiny unfolding before me, and I was determined to make the most of it.

<Valeriana's POV>

As I watched the procession of students, my gaze landed on the same boy I had noticed earlier, the one who had been silently chanting something in his mind.

His presence felt peculiar, like a jigsaw piece that refused to fit into the puzzle.

I couldn't help but turn my attention toward him as he stepped onto the platform.

His name was something like zeph had crossed my mind, a name I hadn't paid much attention to until now.

As he placed his hands on the tablet, I saw the words displayed above him in shimmering letters: <Mana Transmutation> It was a common ability, one that lacked practicality due to its rapid mana consumption, a fact that made it less favored among students.

A subtle sense of disappointment washed over me.

Perhaps I had overlooked him, expecting more from someone who had, until this moment, remained in the background.

It seemed my initial impression of him being different had been mistaken.

I couldn't help but classify him as just another weakling among the many students gathered here, waiting for their awakened powers.

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