Terminally-Ill Genius Dark Knight - Chapter 219

A life I didn't ask for..A world I couldn't call my own...I'm Edward Walters. That's what I'll tell anybody if I'm ever asked. Because, that was the name I answered back one Earth.But now, in this new world I reincarnated in— a medieval one of swords and magic— I'm known by many names.. The Undisputed Prodigy, The Anomaly of my generation, The Legend Blank, and... Charles Liam Flameworth.But I didn't ask for any of these.I didn't ask for the titles, the power, the wealth, the sufferings, the wars, and the fame. I.. I just wanted to go back home. But fate pinned me to this world, giving me no way back.Untill I decided— if fate doesn't give me a chance.. I'll make one for myself. I'll shatter this so called fate, and I'll go back to my family.This is the story of the Anomaly that defied Fate. The one who Reincarnated as a Genius Mage.

Travel through the world of Naruto, activate the god-level forging system, and a super strong man has risen in the ninja world!

One after another artifact appeared in the ninja world one after another,

So the whole world is boiling!

Grass Pheasant Sword, Ten Fist Sword, One Hit Kill – Murasame!

The beheading sword, the Zanpakutō, the flowing blade is like fire・d solution!

Red Sand Scorpion: “My puppet is not worth mentioning in front of his ninja gear!”

Four Raikage: “What?

He can slash through my Thunder Dun armor with a single knife? ! ”

Madara Uchiha: “I can’t even beat his ninja gear. What kind of fourth ninja war is going on?”

- Description from novelbuddy

Jing Yan, a once top-performing genius of the Jing Clan who broke through the rank of Ninth Heaven of martial arts and entered the Precelestial Rank at 16, was second to none in Dong Lin City. Yet out of nowhere, his rank dropped dramatically after he was enrolled in the Wind God Institute and became the object of ridicule.After breaking the seal of The Ring of the Universe, Jing Yan was reborn. He finally became the conqueror of The Mainland of Tian Yuan and became the man countless warriors looked up to.

“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”

……………………………………………………………

Dear readers! Without any ads, maybe you will prefer .