Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard - Chapter 260

(Naruto + Single Heroine Tsunade + Romance + Action)A failed author transmigrates into the Naruto world, becoming the younger brother of Konoha’s White Fang, Sakumo Hatake, and the uncle of Kakashi. He gains a cheat ability—enhanced cellular activity.Coincidentally, just before the Second Shinobi War, he participates in a Jonin meeting where he supports Tsunade's proposal ahead of Dan Kato, marking his first encounter with her.From then on, he launches an intense pursuit, winning her heart during the war.Tsunade: “Kawakaze, why do I keep losing to you?”Kawakaze Hatake: “Because I’d like to live a few more years...”Kakashi: “My uncle is amazing, I’m his biggest fan!”Kawakaze Hatake: “Keep it low-key, keep it low-key.”

Chen Lin traveled through the martial arts world and found that he actually had a clone, but…

“Why is my clone in the world of immortality?”

“Forget it, you can continue to practice martial arts. I am going to start cultivating immortality. I will meet you all again in a thousand years!”

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Over the course of thousands of years, there will always be geniuses born from the sky, whose fame is as mighty as the sun, sweeping across the universe.

But no matter how heroic the Martial Emperor is, when they burn out the emperor’s blood and exhaust their souls, they finally break through the world of mortals with their withered and broken bodies, penetrate the layers of divine patterns and talisman formations, and see the figure standing at the end. …

The person who stands on the twelve-level lotus platform, wears the Mountains and Rivers Sheji Diagram, holds the Jade Order of Creation in his left hand, hangs the Four Swords of Killing Immortals in his right hand, and hangs the shadow of the Tai Chi Diagram behind him, will always turn around.

He smiled cheerfully and said to them:

“Coming?”

[Liu Jieliu] [Fu Dao] [Orion] [Martial Arts] [Clone]

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“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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