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Reincarnated as a Fat Bastard in an Erogy Game

Secretly_A_Villian
Destiny. A fucking illusion. I always hated those philosophical rants about fate and destiny. At the end of the day, it's just a truckload of bullshit. There are only two types of people in this world: the blessed, and the tools. I was a fucking tool. And I hated knowing this more than I hated anything in my life. But with time, I stopped caring. So what if I was just a pawn for some blessed bastard out there? So what if I was never meant to live the “good” life? So what if I was never meant to be happy? That didn’t mean I couldn’t destroy someone else’s happiness, did it? No. It didn’t. And that’s what I became. A resigned villain. Taking down as many blessed fuckers and bitches as I could, every single time. But then one day— One fucking day— Everything changed. I woke up in some fucked-up game after getting tricked by a god. Now I’m stuck in the body of a fat mess, with a bitch of a fiancée. And that... That was a problem. A huge problem. Why? Because this fat bastard I had become was TRASH. I was disposable. Nothing more. And the moment that crazy, overpowered bitch laid eyes on the main character? She got obsessed. And guess what... Guess what fucking happened next... She killed me. .... I am dead serious when I say: more powerstones = faster updates.
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