Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword - Chapter 613 - 590 Young Master Hou (3/3)

Yasenia is a child born different from the rest, her mother, Tatyana, used an ancient technique she found to absorb the world's energy to get pregnant instead of having regular intercourse. Her objective was to create a lover for herself since the endless years of solitude and all the heartbreaks covered her heart with eternal ice.

While pregnant, a strange soul seems to try to seize the body of her child to be reborn; a shame that Tatyana is someone not to be messed with.

In her rage, she destroys the sense of self and memories, leaving only a husk of the soul, and uses it to nourish Yasenia.

What Tatyana didn't know at that time was that this would change Yasenia in ways she never expected.

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home until two massive figures appeared a few distance away from him battling for the rulership of the third seat of hellfire canyon“why did you teleport us here” one of the massive figures spoke furiously to his adversary“I wanted to teleport us here but felt a spiritual qi here in the boy and it made teleporting us here easier”“you want to kill us and give our powers to him ,I won't go down without a fight you know”.*******His body holds the divine energies of two gods. His comprehensive abilities are off the charts.And he was an ancient primordial being since the beginning of the universe. His name was Fate, and his body was dismembered and shared among the gods while his soul was dispersed and left in the mortal realms.

In a place where Magic reigns supreme, what would our MC do as he finds himself being rejected by the world.

This is the story of a boy who lacks the ability to wield mana.

After shaming his parents who are considered to be among the strongest Mages of the era.

Our MC stands at the terrace of the School building planning to commit suicide.

What has fate got stored in for our MC. Will he commit suicide ?

If you want to know, join our MC as he struggles to find his path. In a world with mysteries and threats looming, what is waiting 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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