Maids VS Apocalypse - Chapter 29: Nineteen.

[You have successfully devoured your target.][Your strength has increased by 250.][Your speed has increased by 200.][Your defense has increased by 300.] [You have acquired the Golden Immortal Bloodline.][You have acquired the Chaos Beast Physique.][Your cultivation has increased.][You have accumulated Madness.]The Era of Chaos is upon the Cosmos once more leading to various kinds of Chaotic Rifts spawning randomly.Meanwhile, a 26-year-old actor on Earth, Pascal Margrave, transmigrates into the body of Caelum Goldheart. Upon transmigration, he becomes the host of the World Devouring System - a system that allows Caelum to quickly become stronger by absorbing the power of anyone he kills.However, things are not so simple. Caelum quickly realizes that while he is the [Host] of the World Devouring System, he is not its true [Master]. Failing to complete the system's milestones within the designated time will lead to his soul being tortured in the Netherworld for all Eternity.Join Caelum on his journey as he attempts to take control of his own fate, uncovers the hidden plots around his transmigration and becomes the dominant power of the Cosmos.

It’s a long road to bury the dream deep in my heart and carry the wishes and dreams of my dear friend and teacher.

In the pirate world where the strong are respected, fight a bloody long road.

“Pirates… maybe they’re all damned people.”

—Snold Simon

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After retiring from the special forces, Ye Tian is hired by a beautiful boss as her personal bodyguard, leading to a colorful and adventurous life for him...

“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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