Capturing Heroines as a Fatso young Duke?!

Chapter 1: Transmigration

Sevi had always considered himself an average guy. Looks that blends in the crowd, with nothing particularly striking about his appearance...

"Hey Sev, wanna hit the gym today after programming?" his friend Mark called out, snapping Sevi out of his thoughts.

"Sure thing," Sevi replied, smiling.

...but what sets him apart was his dedication to fitness and his impeccable sense of style.

Despite majoring in computer science, a field often known for its lack of physical activity, Sevi had a passion for shaping his body and style. But because of his hobbies and course, he had never experienced the thrill of a romantic relationship.

His friends often teased him about being a person with "No Girlfriend Since Birth" (NGSB), but he shrugged it off, burying himself in doing workouts or playing mmorpg games.

And what does Sevi thinks of dating..?

"Definitely a waste of time," Sevi muttered under his breath.

'1....2.....3....8.....20...!!' Sevi thought as he pushed through his last set of barbell squats.

Sevi relished as the familiar burn in his muscles was both comforting and exhilarating.

"Hey Sev, you're gonna break those weights someday," Mark joked as he spotted Sevi.

Sevi grinned, pausing to catch his breath. "Just trying to stay fit, you know? Keeps me sane."

After finishing his workout, Sevi headed home. First, he finished all his homeworks, even those that are due next week. It was part of his disciplined routine, ensuring he had ample time for his favorite part of the day—playing action-packed games.

"hmmm... I just finished playing Yakuza's Revenge, what should I pick next?" he mused, scrolling through the game library on his PC.

Sevi's eyes landed on an interesting title: Vengeance Progress.

Intrigued, he clicked on it and began reading the reviews. The game had high ratings and glowing feedback from players.

"An illegitimate and neglected prince who rose to become king by beating up characters huh, sound right up my alley." Sevi muttered, downloading the game. As the game installed, he read more about the gameplay mechanics and storyline.

The game finally finished installing, and Sevi clicked on the game.

The game opened with a dramatic cutscene: a young, scrawny prince, clad in tattered clothes, stood in the shadows of a grand castle. His half-siblings mocked him, pushing him around while their father, the king, looked on with indifference.

"Wow... such a trash family." Sevi mumbled, feeling a pang of sympathy for the neglected prince.

As the scene continued, a young, fat duke and his cronies joined in the mocking. The prince's eyes turned red, signaling the awakening of his murderous intent.

"I guess this is where the vengeance part kicks in," Sevi commented, intrigued by the character's eye color change.

Just as the tension reached its peak, the screen glitched and froze on the image of the young fat duke.

"Ughh, not again!" He continued, "My laptop's acting up," Sevi groaned in frustration.

He tried pressing various keys and clicking the mouse, but nothing worked.

"I really wanted to see how this plays out," he sighed, contemplating whether he should restart the game or check his laptop's performance.

Suddenly, the frozen screen emitted a bright flash.

"No way it got worse." Sevi muttered, squinting as the light faded. To his surprise, the screen changed, revealing an otherworldly interface. It displayed a message in bold, glowing text:

[Welcome to Vengeance in Progress v2.]

Underneath, options for "Select Player" appeared, with the young duke's image fixed in place.

Sevi's confusion turned to curiosity. "What's going on?" he wondered aloud, trying to navigate the interface with his mouse, but the controls were unresponsive.

The young duke on the screen, still frozen in his moment of mockery, seemed to shimmer slightly. A new line of text appeared:

[Confirm Player Selection: Young Duke?]

"Wha--"

Before Sevi could react, the screen flickered and a bright flash enveloped the room.

The next moment, he was no longer in his room but in a luxurious medieval room. He looked around, disoriented, and then glanced down, noticing he was dressed in an attire befitting a young duke—richly embroidered robes and a jeweled sash.

Sevi stood there, stunned, as he took in his new appearance. His once fit frame was now replaced with a plump figure, his noble attire fitting snugly around his rounded form. He had silver hair that gleamed under the room's warm lighting, and his eyes were an unusual shade of purple, glinting with a mix of confusion and disbelief. A pair of prescription glasses sat perched on his nose.

"No freaking way," Sevi whispered, staring at himself in the mirror. He reached up, touching his face and adjusting his glasses, feeling the weight and unfamiliarity of his new body.

"I'm actually that fatso in the game."

Just then, a screen flashed before him:

[Once again, welcome to Vengeance in Progress v2, Young master Sevi.]

[Capture the hearts of heroines and make meaningful experiences!]

"Capture the what?"

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