Transmigrated as a Fat villain: All heroines are after me

Chapter 1 - 1 - When I Accidentally Ticked Off a God

Chapter 1: Chapter 1 - When I Accidentally Ticked Off a God

Let me introduce myself, I'm Zeph. Or, well, that was my name until one day I somehow managed to annoy a completely random god. Yeah, I know, my luck's something else.

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It was your Average Day.

"Hey Zeph, today's Quite Boring ," Rina mused 'as always ' we were hanging out, just the four of us, when we spotted our Fatty strolling over with a novel.

And then, cue the dramatic reveal: "Well, well, well, what have we here? Is this our 'precious vending machine '?"

Me? I just played it cool, like it was pure coincidence. You see, as a regular human, I need money. How else do you get that, except through good old-fashioned hard work? And that's exactly what I was up to in that moment.

"Hey, what's that you got there, chubby? Check it out, guys, it's «Heroes Counterattack» "

Naturally, my trusty first sidekick ' as always ' added fuel to my fire, pushing me to wallop this Fatty book-carrier who looked like he was on the brink of tears. Collar in hand, I was ready to educate him.

"Haha, Zeph, did you know that the first villain shares your name?"

Rina's taunt was the last straw. I snapped, let my fist do the talking, and grabbed the novel from my pal Rina, who was holding it like she'd just won the lottery.

Then, as luck would have it, she darted across the street which, might I add, was as empty as my wallet.

Just when I thought things couldn't get more annoying, fatty piped up from behind my second sidekick's assault.

"N-no, please! I only bought it cause I heard the first villain has a miserable end."

"Cry me a river, you— SMACK "

I silenced him with a swift leg-to-head kick. And then, I turned to Rina and snatched the book back from her, like ripping the page out of a book.

And here's where it gets nuts. On that deserted road, a banner decided to play gravity's little game – and, well, let's just say that was the end of me.

Oh, did I mention? That book was so popular, it had its own banner. Of course, I'd read it too. Classic.

As I slowly slipped away, I had to admit, this wasn't your typical 'as always ' scenario.

"Hey, Rina, call an ambulance, now!"

"Go do it yourself, you scoundrel." Smack

I felt my eyes drooping as consciousness made its exit, but not before realizing these idiots might actually be the death of me.

And then, out of the blue, I'm alone. Just me, a bearded guy, and countless novels. Apparently, this guy's the Otaku God who sent me packing over a torn page.

So, there I am, kowtowing and begging for dear life.

"Hahaha, you sure know your place, mortal."

As if! I mean, this dude killed me over a book, how much brainpower can he really have?

"Please, spare pathetic me, almighty being."

Bowing like my life depends on it. Which it does.

"Hmm, well done. You've earned yourself a pardon... Hahaha."

Oh great, so I can go back to my world now, right?

"Well, it's not that simple. Your body's a goner. But hey, you can pick something from these novels."

And then it hits me. This guy whisked me here on a whim, bumped me off for a book, and now he's telling me to pick from this pile of literary trash? I couldn't hold back my frustration.

"So you screwed me for this garbage and now you expect me to choose from your collection of nonsense?"

"Insolence."

THUD

I felt like a pancake, courtesy of an elephant-sized weight.

"You miserable creature, I, Loreius, the Lackluster Muse, curse you to become the thing you detest most."

And in that moment, the horrifying truth dawned on me. I screamed in realization, but it was too late.

"Nooooo....! "

As my consciousness faded away, I was left with the eerie feeling that this was far from your average day in the life of me.

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My eyes fluttered open, heavy as if weighed down by some invisible force.

Gasping for air, I struggled to breathe, panic coursing through my veins as I tried to grasp the bizarre reality unfolding around me.

The room I found myself in was a breathtaking display of opulence, illuminated by a soft, golden glow. I lay upon a plush, canopied bed, surrounded by extravagance beyond anything I had ever seen.

Every inch of the chamber exuded wealth and luxury – delicate tapestries, gilded accents, and polished marble floors.

As I attempted to sit up, I realized my body felt dramatically different. It was an arduous task, as though I carried the weight of a lifetime of indulgence.

It hit me like a ton of bricks – I had become the embodiment of everything I had despised in my past life.

"That goddamn God! "

My voice filled with anger and a dawning realization.

Memories flooded my mind, recollections of my encounter with that Lackluster Mouse. This capricious deity had yanked me from my world, cursed me, and thrust me into that same Novel I tore..