Samsara Online - Chapter 353 Calling directly to the mayor

As a man who had lived for 20 something years and had always considered himself as a straight man, he woke up one day and found himself possessed by a stupid and cute system. Moreover, it was a gong-shou cultivating system?! Let’s see how a shou with raised hackles evolves into a (pseudo)queen shou, incidentally with a story of a hidden loyal dog gong.

- Description from Novelupdates

When she woke up, Lake returned to the classroom of the third year. The classmates were in class with swords and sticks, and the teacher became a female Taoist.
The little fat man in the back seat, how to put two big hammers under his chair.
Rick found this to be a global era!

- Description from Uukanshu (translated)

[Prince Regent VS Princess Chongxi, who will return with a cute baby after five years]

The regent of Tianxia Kingdom, who holds a heavy army in his hands, has power in his hands, and is not close to women, has been poisoned again, and this time he is about to die.

When everyone was worrying that the palace had no successors, a small group who looked exactly like the regent was sent to the gate of the palace.

Only then did they remember that five years ago when the Prince Regent was poisoned for the first time, the concubine daughter of the Yu family was kidnapped by her family to cheer him up.

Because of the same illness, she tried her best to detoxify him, but the day he woke up, she was persecuted by the royal family and disappeared mysteriously.

At this time, when a certain prince saw Xiao Tuanzi, his eyes darkened, “But your mother’s old love for this king is unforgettable, so you recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors?”

Xiaotuanzi gritted his teeth and said: “No! In a few days, the little Marquis of Xichu will marry the eldest princess, who is my mother. My mother asked me to see if you are dead. Don’t die on the day she gets married. It’s bad luck. ”

As soon as the words fell, a certain tuberculosis prince lifted the quilt, scooped up the little dumpling, and strode out.

“Don’t worry, the king will not die on the day your mother gets married. After all… this king will go to snatch her.”

- Description from novelbuddy

“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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