Inside a dimly lit room.
On a chair in front of a computer desk, a Fat Youth lay slumped, as if asleep.
The light from the computer screen shone on his face.
Thick glasses, a few pimples from irregular sleep, and long, matted hair clearly showed dandruff and grease, indicating he hadn't washed it in a long time.
The youth lying on the chair twitched, as if waking up.
After a few seconds, Tanaka Masao on the chair furrowed his brows, and the fat on his face twitched a few times.
He suddenly opened his eyes, sat up from the chair, breathing heavily, and said with lingering fear, "Scared... scared me. I suddenly dreamed I became a fat otaku who was bullied every day. Good thing it was just a dream."
But as soon as he finished speaking, Tanaka Masao realized something was wrong.
"What's wrong with my voice? It's so muffled."
At this moment, he also saw his surroundings.
A dimly lit room, a bright computer screen.
Looking at the screen, there was a beautiful anime girl, but it was already the Settlement screen (settlement screen), making one regret her fate.
Through the faint light of the screen, Tanaka Masao saw a few wads of tissue on the table, as well as a few books with similar images to those on the computer.
The 'life force' element in the air cleared Tanaka Masao's head, and he couldn't help but frown.
He could hardly believe what he was seeing, and tremblingly stretched out his hands.
They were plump and somewhat dirty.
He was certain these were not his hands.
Looking down at his fat-filled belly, he slapped it hard.
It made a clear thud.
Yes, it sounded like a very good potbelly.
The stinging pain from his belly finally convinced Tanaka Masao that he had truly transmigrated.
Silently pulling up his pants, Tanaka Masao leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes, and calmed himself while also sorting through his thoughts.
How did he transmigrate?
It seemed to be the classic truck scenario.
But he couldn't quite remember; that memory was very blurry.
As for the dream he just had, it wasn't really a dream; it was the memory of the original owner of this body.
He experienced it in the form of a dream.
The original owner was Japanese, living in Chiba Prefecture since childhood.
He had just turned eighteen this year~~~
Both parents were ordinary workers, with no financial difficulties, and a harmonious family life.
However, the original owner did have some issues.
He was chubby since childhood, with an average appearance, looking clumsy and dull, and his personality was somewhat introverted and timid.
In Japan, where school bullying is quite severe, such a person undoubtedly became the easiest target for bullying.
In elementary school, many boys enjoyed bullying him, hitting him and running away laughing.
The original owner was clumsy, unable to retaliate or catch up.
Once, when he tried to fight back, he accidentally fell, which made the others laugh even louder and become even more brazen.
Gradually, the original owner became even more introverted and weak.
Later, he got into anime, naturally evolving into an otaku, immersing himself in a false beautiful world, seeking spiritual comfort.
As for why Tanaka Masao transmigrated, it was naturally because the original owner DIY'd himself to death, allowing another soul to enter this body.
...
Tanaka Masao, having sorted through his memories, couldn't help but sigh, looking a bit dejected.
"Didn't they say that after transmigration, you'd become a handsome guy everyone loves? Why am I different?"
Although he wasn't handsome in his previous life, his appearance was ordinary, but his physique was decent.
He was nearly 1.8 meters tall and weighed 65 kilograms, belonging to the leaner type, with slight muscle definition.
But now...
His height hadn't changed much, about 1.75 meters, which was considered above average.
However, his weight had undergone a drastic change, one hundred...
Kilograms!
This was already severe overweight, not only unsightly but also affecting his health and causing various diseases.
However, it wasn't without benefits.
Tanaka Masao patted his potbelly.
Although it was just flabby fat, not muscle wrapped in fat, his weight was still there, so he still had some strength.
And all this fat also made him more resistant to blows.
But was his previous bullying due to this layer of fat?
It didn't hurt the bullies to hit him, and with so much flesh, they weren't afraid of hurting him badly.
It seemed very possible.
However, he still planned to lose weight in his heart.
Whether he would have the willpower to follow through later or not, he at least had to have the idea first.
After all, don't all fat people naturally think about losing weight?
Putting these thoughts aside, Tanaka Masao, now fully awake, thought, since he was a transmigrator, what about a system?
So he softly called out.
"System, system, little system buddy, hey system, little sys?"
As his voice fell, a sound came to his ears.
"Ding, system loading..."
As the sound faded, Tanaka Masao felt his vision blur, and the computer screen in front of him suddenly flickered.
The computer's original display vanished, replaced by a long progress bar.
As the progress bar rapidly loaded, Tanaka Masao also felt himself establishing a connection with something in the unseen.
Only stunned for a moment, Tanaka Masao was overjoyed. Was his cheat here?
He had just transmigrated and got a golden finger system; wasn't this the standard for transmigrators?
But after only a few seconds of happiness, Tanaka Masao became a little nervous.
"That's not right, isn't this system supposed to appear directly in my mind?
Why is mine appearing on the computer? Could it be a computer system update?"
He wasn't quite sure, only praying in his heart that this was a cheat system.
Fortunately, the system loaded quickly enough, not making Tanaka Masao wait too long before the progress bar completed.
Four red characters appeared on the screen.
"Emotion System"
Tanaka Masao's mouth twitched. "Why does this font look so familiar? I feel like I've seen it somewhere.
System, can you hear me?"
"I'm here, Host."
"Why are you in the computer? Can I only contact you through the computer? What if the computer breaks?"
"Don't worry, Host, there's no such problem. This system can freely choose its carrier. Computer, phone, book, all are fine, and it can also appear directly in your mind."
"The choice to appear on the computer was based on the Host's living habits, choosing your favorite operating method."
"I see, System, you're quite thoughtful."
Tanaka Masao took the mouse and started operating the computer screen.
The system interface was similar to a game system; one glance was enough to understand it.
The system's currency was called 'Degradation Points,' which could be used to exchange for various items.
However, since the current Degradation Points were zero, the 'Mall' button was still gray.
Then there was the 'Inventory.'
Items obtained from the system could be stored there.
One slot in the inventory was already occupied by the 'Newbie Gift Pack,' which every new user received.
Tanaka Masao opened the Newbie Gift Pack without hesitation.