Feng Mei has a bigger challenge to face before anything else.
It is not slaying a human turned zombie or
fighting an armed(with weapons) army of humans. It is also not taking on and dominating an alien colony all by himself. But something as simple as standing up. Standing up. Something which even a two years old can do nearly perfectly.
Feng heart hammered in his chest. Sweat dripped down his face as terrifying thoughts filled Feng's mind. He realized that he couldn't stand up.
Sadly‚ this is what happens when you don't move from a single place for 6 months and increase your body weight by 50 KG.
"Master‚ do you need help? should I help? master....." Chandni the cute housemaid said in her melting honey-like voice. It contained traces of concern. She was concerned about her master. Her master who was showing a face that could only belong to a person suffering from constipation.
"Ah‚ no need. This is a perilous situation. One that I must face on my own. I must defeat this bed by myself at all costs. No matter what. No matter how dangerous! This is my first battle in this world. A battle I must win at all costs. All by my lonesome" he replied back. Feng... he used both his hand to push himself upwards.
Sadly‚ he invented this bed to be more softer than extra soft which led to his meaty hands drowning within the cushiony bed. The bed was also a sofa‚ message chair‚ shower and a toilet.
Feng Mei ceased trying. He did not want to force himself to stand up. It was a mindless action.
He closed his eyes and went deep into thoughts.
He was thinking about the different techniques that included 'Mystic Skills' and 'Unique Arts' which he has learned during his stay on «Eastern immortals Western Gods star clusters». Until his state of deep thoughts was interrupted by a cool, gentle, and nearly silent voice.
"Master‚ upon your permission I can perform a liposuction surgery In your body. The surgery will get rid of all the fat from your body"Dracula said. His voice pleasant to hear as it was soft and murmurous like the flapping of butterfly wings. Though, his right hand held a white surgical knife that was shining with flesh butchering intent.
Feng Mei looked eye to eye with his second trustworthy companion 'the A.I robot Dracula'. He was considering the offer of undergoing liposuction surgery.
But Dracula was wearing glasses with a cord. they reflected imaginary lights which stabbed into Feng's eyes. It caused him to lower his head.
Dracula looked better in both shape and face. Even though Dracula was only 163cm tall. But he still was 1000% better looking than Feng himself!
It felt like Dracula was the actual master between the two of them. And also had the chance to become the main protagonists of this Apocalypse novel
"Well‚ I need some time to think about it. Maybe, I can take some information from other techniques and make all this fat useable" he explained his thoughts to his robotic servants. Since there was almost no hidden secret between the three.
"As Master commands" Replied Dracula. He lightly inclining his head towards his master.
He stood back up and affixed his glasses. Then he turned around and went out of the room.
"Chandni there is no need to prepare supper or dinner today," Feng Mei said. He wanted to diet.
"Master are you sure? Not eating will lead to adverse effects. Eating nothing is also not healthy for the body" she replied like a concerned mama.
Sadly‚ she had no medical knowledge as she was merely created to be a housemaid.
Feng Mei didn't update her too much since she was so cute. Furthermore, there was a 163cm short Dracula to take of stuff like these.
He looked down at his round stomach and nodded his head, confirming that he didn't want to eat.
"Chandni, I will be going in deep meditation. Close the door and don't interrupt me until I say. Also, inform to Dracula to set up surgical equipment that's stored in the basement. I will undergo surgery if I find no way to make this fat useable"
"Ok‚ than I will go and Inform Mr.dracula" Chandni said. Chandni also went out of the room following her master commands. She closed the door and went towards Dracula.
She left the still thinking fatty.
'What to do to make this fat useable. I have an arsenal of method but why can't I remember them. Take deep breaths. Think deep. Reach the depth of your mind. Feel your soul. Think deep. Think deep and take deep breaths' Feng Mei all alone in his room thought.
Feng Mei lost in deep mediation started revising all the information present in his mind. The information that will make him the most powerful being in a single day.
The information contained was about such rare and godly skills that it will even make the eyes of Gods burn with passion. The powerhouses will try their hardest to obtain these methods.
Most of his information was related to such epic magic that it could change all the terrains of an entire world. Some that can shatter a world into pieces. Three that can destroy an entire solar system.
But these Magic spells required mana and mystical stuff which this world don't have.
Some used the energy of sun and moon to make the body so powerful that at its peak a person would be able to headbutt a God to death‚ freely bath in the fiery hot sun and jump from one planet to another planet. Sadly these energy particles were blocked by Earth magnetic field.
Other Handful of methods required killing mystical beings and using material obtained from them to become powerful!
Call it ill fate or bad luck since there also was no such being present in Earth‚ at least he didn't know of one. Feng also didn't want to kill or else he will awaken an annoying prick.
"Annoying prick. Oh shit, how could I forget about them." Feng shouted as certain memories flashed by.
Then he kept on revising the information present in his brain.
In the end, ‚ Feng Mei realized that he had been fooling himself about the fact that he could easily become powerful in a single day. Only if he tried.
He had grand knowledge/information about all the most powerful skills and godly arts. But this goddamn world lacked the necessary material needed to even begin training in them.
A sigh escaped his mouth as he continued mulling. But this time about the low-level information that will be useful for a useless fatty and transform him into becoming powerful.
He entered a deeper state of meditation. For these low-level memories were a distant past to him. He learned these low-levels skills at the start of his journey in the Eastern Immortals Western God world. These low-level skills were learned more than a thousand years ago!