After Turning Into A Little Skeleton, I Got Contracted By A Goddess - Chapter 143 - The Berserk Lizard

After being reborn and living for 30 years, I realized that my life was actually a romance fantasy novel?…Where are you looking?Becoming a wizard’s s*ave, living as an experiment subject, then as an assassin, from a mercenary to a soldier, and finally becoming a knight.This is the story of a man whose life spans across different genres by himself.

“Kill them all - every last member of House Grim must die tonight!”That was the last thing Renard heard before his world turned to ash. One night was all it took for him to lose everything - his family slaughtered, his home burned to ashes, all because the other Great Houses branded them traitors.They thought they wiped a noble line. Instead, they created a monster.Rising from the despair of losing everything, Renard became the beast Sovereign. He embraced the darkness and rose to the position of the 7th commander of the dreaded demon army.Leading an army of Demons and monsters, he brought three legendary Heroes to their knees and crushed four Great Houses to dust. But just as revenge was within his grasp, the champion of Humanity - Klean Weaver's holy sword pierced his heart.Renard thought that was the end.But something impossible happened.He woke up in the past, in a time when his family still lived and House Grim stood strong among the Eight Great HousesA second chance!A chance to change everything.That wasn’t all.For unknown reasons, he inherited the Legacy of the Devourer, a power that lets him consume the strength of his enemies.Was it a curse? Or a blessing? He didn’t know. But for Renard, it is simply a tool to protect what's his.The Lords of the Great Houses think they're untouchable in their high castles. They have no idea what's coming.This time, the Beast of House Grim hunts first!!

A century after the Spirit Qi Awakening, the world enters a new era. Humans are able to absorb the world’s awakened spirit qi, allowing them to tread on a new path—spirit qi occupations!

“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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