Became the Idiot Young Master Who Tormented the Main Character

2 – #2. Extreme Diet

Damn it.

The first 3 letters that came to mind when I awoke.

A heavy body like flowing tallow, a round, oily face.

It was still the same no matter how many times I looked. It was Ariel’s greatest villain scoundrel loose cultivator Xian Brace’s body.

‘F*ck, why of all people…!’

Isn’t it normally the opposite with possession?

Since I left a comment about teaching Xian a lesson, isn’t possessing protagonist Cain’s body the norm?

‘How am I supposed to live now….’

I looked around with a blank expression.

A spacious, luxurious room.

The bed I was inhabiting now was large enough for 3 people to sleep easily, and the room was so wide it could nonchalantly hold this bed.

A furnace for temperature control, vases for decoration.

And the bed curtains before my eyes looked at a glance like they belonged to a well-off noble.

‘hehehehe.’

As I giggled vacantly, denying reality.

The room’s door suddenly flung open.

“Oh my!”

It was a maidservant about to enter, wearing a maid outfit.

She held a tray and towel in both hands. She must’ve been ordered to come nurse me.

“Lord! Young lord is awake!”

Seeing me awake, she made a startled expression briefly before hurriedly running down the hallway calling for someone.

Calling him lord, she must mean Xian’s father Pablo I’m possessing.

‘hehehe.’

Let what comes, come.

I lay in bed, propping myself up and simply staring vacantly with a silly grin.

.

.

.

“You’re awake.”

Some time later, Pablo who seemed to be my father entered with 3 maidservants.

With just that one line, a solemn, dignified atmosphere formed.

His expression was quite serious, befitting one known as cold-blooded, and he had a stiff middle-aged pretty boy face as if he’s never cracked a joke in his life.

“So, what is it this time? Why did you faint?”

He said coldly.

An unlikable tone. He doesn’t seem to like Xian, the original owner of the body I’m possessing.

There wasn’t a shred of “fatherly” feeling in his voice.

‘If I had a scoundrel son like this I’d probably collapse too.’

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“…Why aren’t you saying anything? What’s the reason you fainted.”

Pablo frowned, interrogating me.

Even if you ask why I fainted…

I can’t very well say, I possessed your son’s body and was so shocked I fainted.

But I can’t keep silent any longer. If I don’t answer now I’ll surely get tangled in annoying circumstances.

I haven’t fully grasped the current situation yet, but let me vaguely reply for now and sort it out later.

“That is… it hurt.”

“It hurt?”

“Yes. Since last night I’ve had abdominal pain from an unknown cause, it suddenly worsened and I think I briefly lost consciousness.”

“…….”

My reply is pretty absurd even to me, but I had no other excuse for suddenly fainting.

There are no external wounds on my body, only internal ailments I can use as an excuse.

But what can I do if I say I was in so much pain I fainted.

“…How pathetic. After the way you gorged yourself last night.”

Pablo looked at me with scornful eyes.

“I will try to eat less from now on.”

“Your lump of a body won’t be resolved just by eating less.”

“Yes, that’s why I plan to exercise as well from now on.”

“…What did you say?”

Pablo jerked, seemingly startled for a moment.

What is it? Did I make some verbal slip?

Pablo silently stared into my eyes, causing a brief silence.

Unsure what to say in this incomprehensible situation, I stayed silent.

Then Pablo spoke to me as if I was being strange.

“…How odd.”

Pablo shook his head.

“You. Did you hit your head when you fainted and fell?”

“Huh?”

What is this? Some new form of provocation?

Seeing my confused expression as if I didn’t understand, Pablo gestured and spoke again.

“Nevermind. Rest for now. And keep your word about exercising.”

“Yes, sir.”

Pablo walked out of the room first.

The 3 maidservants who had followed him also trailed after Pablo.

As they left, I could hear the maidservants gossiping amongst themselves.

“That scoundrel seems different after fainting, don’t you think?”

“I know, he’s speaking properly and his eyes look focused too…”

“Could he have really hit his head when he fainted?”

They were clearly talking about me, but they were already too far for me to hear clearly.

***

I sat on the bed and looked out the window.

The estate gardens spread with green lawns. Beyond the village had a familiar landscape.

Beautiful backgrounds and buildings that looked like Western medieval Europe, and a peaceful village.

They were definitely landscapes I had seen while playing Ariel.

Only then did it truly sink in. I had really possessed someone in the world of the Ariel game.

Suddenly, curiosity struck me.

Unable to restrain my curiosity, I reached out a hand and shouted into the air.

“Status window.”

“…….”

Surprisingly, nothing happened at all.

‘Why isn’t it working.’

Is it because the game became reality? Does a game that became reality cease to be a game anymore?

Not being able to open the status window was a bit annoying.

In the game, I obsessively opened the status window constantly like someone with OCD to check my condition…

I need to see the strength, agility, vitality, and most importantly, mana level values to determine which job path I should grow in.

If I don’t even know that, then what can I do…

Until I find a way to return to the real world, I have to adapt to this one.

Then the first thing to do is nurture my abilities and grow stronger.

‘Even if it’s the body of the trash scoundrel, there’s surely some talent.’

Ariel had excellent character balance.

Each person had their own talents, and the initial stats were also well-balanced so there wasn’t a big difference no matter who you raised…

…I don’t know if that includes the villain NPC scoundrel though.

Since it was a meticulous, high-quality game, even a villain character who only existed to hinder the protagonist must have carefully distributed stats.

‘Should I try meditating?’

Normally meditation is used to recover mana or purge toxins from the body but…

With the status window not opening, I have no way to know how high this possessed body’s mana manipulation level is. So I need to check the mana sensory level through meditation.

“Hooo.”

I imitated the character’s meditation actions from the game exactly.

Closing my eyes and sitting in lotus position, I slowly inhaled and exhaled, trying to sense the mana within my body.

Then in that moment.

-Whoosh.

‘Ohh…!’

I felt something.

An intangible sensation, as if something was flowing from my Danjeon acupoint.

‘Is this the feeling of mana?!’

I could feel it vividly, and soon it swirled in one spot, the sensation of mana gathering from my Danjeon.

But that was short-lived.

‘Huh…? Why’s it like this?’

I felt the flow of mana that was swirling and gathering quickly drain out entirely, like air escaping a balloon.

The problem spot was none other than my Danjeon. It felt like my Danjeon, which should contain mana, had a tiny hole letting the mana that should circulate leak out.

Like pouring water into a bucket with a hole in the bottom.

Before long, my meditation completely unraveled and I opened my eyes.

‘…There’s definitely something wrong with this possessed body.’

Not being able to circulate mana in the Danjeon is fatal.

If mana can’t circulate, I can’t convert mana energy into magic power. In other words, I can’t use magic.

‘On top of this wreck of a body, there’s something wrong with my Danjeon too!’

It was hopeless.

Was the scoundrel Xiaon who tormented the protagonist only able to join the Swordsmanship Department because he couldn’t use magic?

Even in the Swordsmanship Department, if he couldn’t use magic power, he couldn’t become an excellent swordsman…

What would happen if a magic sword and normal sword clashed?

The normal sword would break in two without a sound.

A person who enhances their physical abilities with mana and wraps their sword in it versus someone simply swinging a sword, the difference is like heaven and earth.

That’s why even great Sword Masters who weren’t mages had immense mastery of their Danjeon…

‘No wonder he felt inferior to the protagonist… While the heir of a count house can’t use magic power, the fallen noble protagonist has an innate talent for mana manipulation…’

I understood. Xian, the original owner of this possessed body… he must have had a hopeless life.

He could dream of neither becoming a high-level swordsman, nor even a mage.

His only merit was being the son of a count house. That’s why he only ate and played around, letting his body that couldn’t grow anyway become this state.

Heh heh.

Suddenly, a scoffing laugh flowed out unconsciously.

‘Yes, you must have had a hopeless life.’

But I’m different.

I know the answer.

Among Ariel ace users, I’m Ji’an the greatest.

My Danjeon has a hole? That’s no problem for me at all.

I seem to already know the first thing I need to do.

While the possession went a bit awry, now that it’s come to this, I’ll enjoy the game in reality.

I stood up with my heavy body and walked outside the estate.

***

“Hah, hoo, hah.”

I ran like crazy. It had already been 2 hours since I started running.

I was on my 20th lap around the wide estate yard.

My whole body’s muscles throbbed. Each time I took a step forward, the heavy fat stuck to my lump of a body shook back and forth.

‘Damn… Just how much did you only eat and laze around…!’

But I won’t yield to this measly body.

I’ll run until the fat melts away. I’m Ji’an. When I decide to do it, I see it through.

As I energetically ran around the Brace estate like that, the maidservants who saw me whispered in surprise, eyes wide.

“What’s going on…? Young lord is exercising…?”

“Did his brain get so fat too that he’s gone mental…?”

…I can hear you. You all.

What kind of reputation did Xian have before that you’re reacting like this just because he’s running?

He must’ve been an unimaginable scoundrel.

Well, seeing how he pestered this and that girl in the academy and bullied the protagonist, I could guess what he was like at home too.

“Hah, hah, hah….”

I shook off the distracting thoughts and concentrated on running.

The sudden use of muscles that hadn’t been used made them ache and scream.

But my mind felt clear.

My spirit felt refreshed in inverse proportion to my pained body.

The fat and skin chafed painfully with each step but that couldn’t be helped.

“Damn… Hah hah… Just how much did you only eat and laze around…!”

As I gasped roughly, taking madman-like sprints.

I saw a girl with the same hair color as me, twin braids, approaching.