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Chapter 159: Fat!

Fat! . . .

An enormous wooden tub, towering as tall as a grown man, occupied the space before Wan Zheng-Hao. The room was filled with an anticipatory silence, a weighty atmosphere that hung in the air like an unspoken promise.

Wan Zheng-Hao, his resolve etched across his face, unsealed the bottle with a sense of trepidation that betrayed his eagerness. The contents of the bottle held the potential to change his life, but he couldn\'t help but harbor doubts deep within.

"If it truly lives up to the tales, then perhaps..." he mused silently, his thoughts echoing like the faintest whisper of hope. "Your words seem genuine, and serving you might not be such a terrible fate. At least you acknowledge my humanity. At least you take an interest in my struggles... It\'s a far cry from being a mere instrument in Gu Jin-Long\'s grasp, enduring endless torment without respite."

He closed his eyes, an act of both trust and fear, refusing to meet the gaze of the precious dan bead he held in his trembling hand. A bead, not as grand as the legendary supreme dan beads, but one that held a secret power within.

The moment he ingested the dan bead, an unexpected sensation overwhelmed him. It unleashed a searing, fiery cascade of flavors that ignited his throat in an uncontrollable blaze. Tears welled up in his eyes, a testament to the unexpected intensity of this experience.

"What in the world is this? Why does it taste so..." he began to mutter, his voice trailing off as a sudden surge of heat surged within his dantian, his body becoming a furnace of scorching flames.

The sensation was almost unbearable; it was as if an inferno had engulfed him entirely. Yet, he clung to his resolve, recognizing that this dan bead held transformative power.

His very flesh felt as though it was quaking, as if his body fat was melting away, consumed by the raging internal fire. Strangely, he felt a mysterious energy coursing through his middle finger, an unfamiliar yet undeniable force.

With sheer determination, he gritted his teeth, enduring the searing intensity. He knew that allowing this burning power to work its magic for as long as possible was his best chance at unlocking its hidden potential.

The obviousness of the situation weighed heavily on the room.

Wan Zheng-Hao, filled with determination, had endured the ordeal for nearly two hours. He battled the fiery turmoil raging within him, pushing the limits of his endurance.

But as time crawled by, the torment became unbearable. With a guttural cry, he broke the oppressive silence, letting out a desperate, "Ahhh!"

Without hesitation, he seized a knife with a frenzied determination and directed it at the tip of his middle finger, the blade meeting flesh with a sharp, resounding Tsshk!

In the immediate aftermath, he pressed his right hand against the edge of the massive wooden tub. Discomfort gnawed at him, compelling him to lean over and inspect his wounded fingertip.

Curiously, there was no blood oozing from the wound. Instead, an ivory, oily substance surged forth from his finger, resembling a tiny river of semi-solid, semi-liquid white fat, a relentless flow.

Simultaneously, his body was engulfed in heat, a strange mix of pain and pleasure coursing through him. The sensation of being on fire intensified with each passing moment, accompanied by an ever-increasing stream of fat pouring from his finger. Eventually, a thick rivulet of fat, as wide as his finger, spilled out with a resonant Puff!, splattering heavily against the opposite wall of the tub. Over time, the tub\'s bottom filled, the oily fat rising like an inexorable tide.

The flow showed no sign of abating; more and more fat continued to emerge, transforming the tub into a reservoir of this peculiar substance. Wan Zheng-Hao felt as though he were soaring through the heavens, savoring the overwhelming sensation.

It was a unique experience, and he couldn\'t help but revel in it. With a voice bearing both ecstasy and a hint of lasciviousness, he groaned, "Yohoooo…" His voice, though soft, carried the sultry undertone of a professional worker satisfying a demanding customer.

As the tub neared half-full, the fiery sensation within him remained vivid, and the flow of fat showed no signs of slowing. It was as though every ounce of fat in his body had converged toward his fingertip, escaping through the minuscule fissure.

"This is incredible," he groaned in bliss, "Oh, Lord Feng, I am yours forever… This is pure ecstasy…"

Over the span of two hours, fat flowed like a torrent into the tub, filling it to the brim. He contemplated requesting another tub, but to his surprise, the sensation abruptly ceased.

Yet, the fat continued to pour.

He felt the fat curdling on his body, and he sighed.

[It seems... this should be called the end of the day.]

After approximately ten minutes, the flow finally ceased. But as the fat stopped, a painful sensation washed over him. He writhed on the floor, struggling for breath, experiencing the profound duality of pleasure and pain.

"That dan bead... It\'s not something to be taken lightly," he gritted his teeth, drenched in sweat. "But... it\'s worth enduring."

As the latter part of the night descended, the pain gradually faded away. He came to understand that reducing such a significant amount of fat meant enduring an equivalent degree of pain. As long as he could withstand it, the results would be worth it.

Slowly rising to his feet, he attempted to move around the room. The fat on his body jiggled as he walked, and he realized he had indeed shed some weight.

Unable to resist, he approached the tub, filled to the brim with fat.

"That must be at least more than 50 kg," he estimated, a mixture of happiness and frustration evident on his face. "For anyone else, losing this much fat would result in a significant transformation, but I still look the same..."

He sighed, though his underlying feeling was one of contentment. He had strived to lose weight for centuries, and this was a monumental achievement for him.

It was happiness beyond measure.

With a satisfied groan, he called out, "Someone come in!"

Two guards swiftly entered the room.

"Remove this tub of fat and dispose of it properly," he commanded, waving his hand with a sense of accomplishment.

As he continued to pace around the room, inspecting his belly, he couldn\'t help but notice a subtle change. While it hadn\'t drastically transformed, there was a distinct feeling of lightness, especially around his belly.

He rubbed his belly, lost in satisfaction. Although it still remained a substantial paunch, he could sense that it had shrunk slightly.

It was a wonderful feeling, one that few could truly comprehend.

That night, he slept soundly and peacefully, a deep slumber that had eluded him for centuries.

He pondered, [I am wealthy. In fact, I\'m wealthier than most countries. I can acquire anything in the world, affording everything without exception. Even the most coveted, intimate pleasures are within my reach. But despite my wealth, I\'ve lost the essence of being a man. The pleasures once accessible to men are now beyond my grasp. I\'ve had to turn away from the advances of women who once flocked to me, a pain that defies description. But that\'s about to change. Hahahahaha...]

The following day, he felt as light as a bird, albeit in comparison to his former self. For anyone who had shed over 50 kg in a single night, such a sensation was undeniable. It lingered in his mind, even though he remained a rotund figure.

As he enjoyed a meal in the salesroom, his appetite had noticeably improved. He found himself craving every dish, indulging freely.

In the end, he wiped his mouth and exclaimed with delight, "The food today is truly exceptional. It perfectly suits my appetite."

Old Master Guan, relishing his own meal, responded, "Thanks to you, boss, we can savor such delicious cuisine today."

Wan Zheng-Hao was taken aback. "What? Thanks to me?"

"Why, yes," Master Guan replied with a smile, rubbing his beard. "That enormous tub of fat... I don\'t know where you procured it, but our cook, Li, saw it and was utterly thrilled. He couldn\'t stop praising it, claiming it was a gift from the heavens. He had spent his entire life as a cook, and this was the first time he had laid eyes on such high-quality, pure fat. Most importantly, it\'s all-natural and organic, making it the ideal cooking ingredient."

Wan Zheng-Hao sensed something amiss. His face paled, and he asked hesitantly, "And then?"

Master Guan continued, satisfied. "Well, he wouldn\'t squander such high-quality materials, would he? That would be a terrible waste. So, Cook Li decided to use that fat in his culinary creations. Just look at what we\'re feasting on today..."

Master Guan savored the memory, picking his teeth. "The food was extraordinarily delicious. The aroma, presentation, and flavor were all outstanding. The taste lingers in my mouth, and I\'ll be thinking about it for days."

Wan Zheng-Hao\'s face alternated between pale, red, and green. Finally, it turned black as he comprehended the revelation.

Master Guan observed the changes in his boss\'s complexion and

thought, [He truly is a boss. I doubt I could ever master the art of changing my facial expressions as he has. Face-changing performers should take lessons from him...]

Then, he heard Wan Zheng-Hao retching. – Orhhh urhhh ahhh ohhhhh…-