As he checked himself for any injuries, he felt that the ring in his abdomen was still there making him wonder if it was really a dream.
Then, as if calling out something to check if it was real or not, he blurted out.
"Status, open sesame!!!"
BOOM!!!
[Status:
Name: Alexander Versalius
Achievements: Traveller
Affinity: Nature (low)
Skills: Plunderer | Acceleration
Passive Skill: Gentle Regeneration]
...
"Holy crap, it's actually not a dream," he said.
Feeling extremely happy as he jumped on the bed, his fat body bouncing up and down.
With this kind of cheat, he didn't have to be afraid of living in this kind of world.
Knowing that this bastard's body had made a lot of enemies, the choice he wanted to make was to stay at home and avoid trouble.
With this kind of cheat, this at least increased his confidence. Then, as he saw the mirror and finally saw how he really looked, his eyes shone with determination.
What he saw was a young man, 5.9 feet tall, fat, very fat, with black hair and blue eyes. At least his face was not disgusting, but cute and chubby.
He could only sigh as he decided that from now on, he was going to change himself.
Not wanting to continue sleeping and go back to that place for now, he went down and did some push-ups.
Thanks to the increase in strength, he managed to do push-ups for about 3 counts before his arms finally gave out.
"Huff~ Huff~, help~," he said, running out of breath as he collapsed on the floor.
"It's so hard, so hard, I'm dying," he said, closing his eyes as his cheeks touched the floor.
"But my body was not this heavy during my dream. Is it because of this?" he said, looking at the system panel.
[Achievement: Traveler
Description: A unique achievement that is given to the host for having the access of the heavenly lobby, by completing requirement and entering the dungeon the chasm of the world will have no effects on the host]
This achievement must be the reason why his body felt so light that he could move so freely, like he was not fat or heavy at all.
"If it's this hard, how can I continue?" he said inwardly wanting to cry.
"This stupid self, if you are still alive I really want to kill you. Not only did you tarnish this name so bad, even the body made it so hard for me," he complained and complained until his energy finally returned.
Remembering his purpose which was to change himself, he gritted his teeth and continued.
Since if he wanted to strengthen himself, become more agile, and move like a normal person, this was his only choice.
Without holding back, he pushed himself to the limit with push-ups, reaching about 10 push-ups in 20 minutes.
"Huff~ Huff~" he lay down on the floor, his eyes looking lifeless.
Looking at the window, the moon hung high. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he stood up and then ran.
Because his room was wide and spacious, about 10 meters wide with about 7 meters of space, he jogged around, his fat belly bouncing up and down.
He did it for about 3 minutes until his legs gave out on their own, and then frustration came back, telling him to give up.
But he shook off that thought since this was his chance to change himself. Why would he not strive to go further?
Then he continued doing push-ups and jogging for minutes, hours, and what felt like tens of hours until finally morning came.
The floor was wet, and his bed was filled with his smell. Looking at himself on the floor, he looked like a deflated balloon that had lost its air.
His eyes were hazy and misty, he literally did not sleep all night. He did not know where this endless energy came from, but one thing he understood was that it must be from the dream.
Getting in means that after waking up, he would feel refreshed like he had slept for a whole day.
As he was busy trying to think about his next action, the door opened and a maid entered.
"Young master, breakfast is rea—" she did not finish her words when she saw him lying on the floor, covered in sweat as if he had drowned in something.
"YOUNG MASTER WHAT HAPPENED?" the maid shouted, alarming everyone in the hallway.
Hearing her screams, Alexander could not even open his mouth to speak. His stamina had been completely exhausted, and he could not move at all.
As the maid could only cradle the back of his head on her lap, seeing her face filled with worry, he noticed that she was actually very pretty.
Her hair was a soft red that framed her face gently, with a few loose strands falling over her glowing eyes that looked so warm.
Her skin was pale and smooth, and the way her lips parted in worry made her beauty even more striking despite the panic on her face.
She wore a simple maid uniform with a black dress and a clean white apron tied neatly around her waist, giving her a modest yet elegant look.
Even in such a plain outfit, she carried a natural charm that made it hard for Alexander to look away despite his weakened state.
"Damn, is this my maid? Calling her a model cosplaying for a show would be more appropriate," he said, clicking his tongue.
Then a rush of memories began to overflow in his mind, causing him to be in pain again. These memories were about the girl.
In the memory, the two were childhood friends. She was bought by Sebastian into this manor, and their relationship was very close.
But when the accident happened, he started to change. His nature changed, starting by avoiding her, then beating her, and in the end torturing her for fun.
The transition was so cruel that it even made him fear his own self. But in return it made him hate that scumbag even more.
But what made him even more confused was why she was showing this kind of expression.
He clearly remembered that he had bullied this girl for a whole 10 years. There was no way there was no resentment.
"Zemina I'm sorry," he blurted out, his face showing guilt.
Even though he did not commit it himself, his memory told him that he did it.
Hearing her young master's words while she was shouting and calling for help, she froze in shock.
She could not help but think that she must have misheard it, but before she could ask what her young master meant, the door opened and the figure of Sebastian appeared.
His face showed coldness, but seeing Alexander lying on Zemina's lap, he carried him, noticing that he had no energy to move.
Before leaving he instructed, "Clean the room," then he sprinted to find a physician and soon arrived at the room.
"Johnny, take a look at what's wrong with the young master's body," he said calmly, but the urgency in his voice could not be hidden.
Johnny, a bald man who was reading a juicy magazine was brought back to reality.
Seeing that it was the young master, he told him to put him on the nursing bed and checked his pulse.