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Transmigrated as a Fat villain: All heroines are after me

I AM EDITING IT'S FIRST VOLUME~~~ "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

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Chapter 6 - Thalia's Genius Plan

As the sun rose, signaling the awakening of the world, a man could be seen, or more accurately, taking laborious steps due to the sheer weight of his body.

"Haa...haaa...water,"

I gasped for breath, calling upon a maid to bring me a much-needed drink.

Why, you might wonder, was I putting myself through this exercise? To shed a few pounds? Well, in a world with magic, traditional exercise seemed rather unnecessary.

You see, this excess weight was a result of an overabundance of mana within my body. Confused? Allow me to explain.

Imagine you eat a hearty meal, and instead of causing indigestion, your body stores it as fat. That's what's happening here.

My body, laden with excessive mana, had chosen to manifest it as excess weight. But here's the catch – my unique physique allowed me to conceal this mana-related obesity effectively.

So why was I sweating it out with this seemingly futile exercise? It all boiled down to wanting a peaceful life.

To achieve that, I needed to keep a low profile.

Unlike those overpowered protagonists who grew weary of their godly strength, my aim was simple: maintain a low profile until the academy starts, four months from now.

The academy was the gathering place for nobles, a hub where people of noble birth congregated.

It was more than just an educational institution; it was a networking hub for forging connections and relationships.

Upon awakening to their magical abilities, students were taught how to harness and control their newfound powers.

Coincidentally, the day this portly individual met his untimely demise was the same day Thalia discarded him in the wilderness while en route to the academy.

She cleverly utilized a bandit ambush, one she had arranged herself, to accomplish this.

In doing so, she secured her own safety because the academy implemented a tiered system of restrictions for its students.

During the first year, students were essentially confined, unable to make contact with anyone outside the academy.

The second year was slightly better, as they were considered normal students still able to leave as per needed.

Finally, in the third year, students gained their freedom, not necessary for their attendance in academy but ofcourse everyone attended knowing benefits of Valeria Academy

I, too, was set to awaken simultaneously with Thalia and join her on the journey to the academy. But for now, I needed to focus on the present.

"Haaa...haa...Hey, Rolen, get rid of that wretched litter. It's hindering my exercise," I commanded the butler while reclining on the litter, gasping for air.

A maid promptly offered me grapes, while two others fanned me.

I must admit, I felt rather regal in that moment, though I couldn't help but curse these servants, as their indulgence was partly responsible for my expanding waistline.

"Father...!!! "

My father, wiping the sweat from his face with a handkerchief, looked at me. I continued, "Father, I've decided to exercise. Please allow all the servants to retire."

He shook his head, saying, "It's impossible."

Undeterred, I persisted, "Father, I want to go on a picnic at our seaside mansion and enjoy some delicacies there."

He relented, much to my annoyance. His overprotectiveness never ceased to amaze me, but I knew what I had to do. I had meticulously planned my mana training, and it was time to put that plan into action.

"Very well, then. I will take my leave in two days,"

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Thalia's POV

As usual, I roamed the mansion and stumbled upon a peculiar sight – a rather portly man reclining on a litter while a small army of servants fussed over him.

My mind wandered to that old story about a girl who kissed a frog, transforming it into a prince.

Absurd, I thought, comparing a frog to this man, who was more akin to a hippo, albeit a somewhat cute one.

His face wasn't bad, though perhaps a tad too round for my taste.

But then, a peculiar notion crossed my mind. What if I could use him to gain control over the county?

In exchange, I could keep him by my side as a sort of living decoration, like a sofa or a bed.

As I gazed at him, I couldn't help but think that it might just be the best idea I'd ever had.

"Yes, well done, Thalia," I mused to myself for getting a alive teddy.