What bastard pretended to be me and sent a letter to my house?
When Victor saw the letter, his first reaction was that someone was playing a prank.
After all, he was used to being arrogant and domineering in the past, and he was regarded as the most prodigal son in Missouri. He was the "Woman Seeker and Widow Reaper" of Walding Town. He was famous far and wide, and not many people in the town liked him.
It's a pity that those cowards didn't dare to accuse him face to face, so they could only do this kind of scaring trick behind his back.
But what's the use? Victor won't lose any weight, but will get fatter and fatter. Eat well and sleep well, so good!
There is no way, I am a registered reincarnation technician...
Throwing away the letter, Victor stretched and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already past five o'clock, and it was almost time for dinner.
He turned over and sat up from the sofa, rubbed his fat belly, and thought that if he went to swim in the lake like this, he would probably not sink, because he was born with a swimming ring.
suddenly!
Ding!
Victor was overjoyed, thinking that the system was coming!
But no, it was his "golden finger" that fell to the ground.
The gadget spun around on the floor several times before stopping. Because of his weight gain, Victor spent a lot of effort to pick up the golden finger. He was sweating profusely and very tired.
"What's going on? I feel like I've gained almost 50 pounds in the past few days. Is the rate of fat accumulation so fast? Even raising pigs is not that exaggerated, right?"
Victor took a few breaths, frowned and wiped the dust off the gold finger, then took out a small box from under the glass coffee table and temporarily put the gold finger in it.
After arriving in another world, Victor also played with this golden finger, but this thing either led him to the bathroom where the maid took a bath, or the back garden where the servants had an affair, including the room where Johnny and Susan had sex last time.
Goldfinger brought it there.
It's not so much a fairy guiding the way... it's better to say it's a fairy peeping. It's really contrary to human ethics and too evil. After Victor got tired of seeing these things, he scorned the function of this golden finger.
He was not interested in spying on the maid taking a shower now. He only glanced at it and found a calendar under the niche in the direction of his finger.
It is now August 18, 1864 in the Third Era according to the Grebein Universal Calendar.
The United States of Secred where Victor is located was a colony of the Western Continent in the past, and the calendar of the Western Continent was subtly unified by the calendar of the Greybean Empire, so Secred also followed this system.
Forget it, why are you looking at the calendar? It’s dinner time now...
Victor is still looking forward to what kind of delicacies will be served in those reflective covers tonight.
…
The master of the manor and his family would dine in the main dining room, and after the servants had served them, they would go to another servants' dining room for dinner.
His father sat at one end of the long dining table, Victor and his sister sat next to each other, and their gloomy mother sat opposite, looking not in a good mood.
The dinner plates were opened one after another, including turkey, cheesecake, steak, fruit salad, juicy cantaloupe... They were all dishes that greatly aroused people's appetite, and Victor anxiously began to eat.
But at this moment, with his fat body, it seemed a little difficult to just reach out and hold the knife and fork.
I don't know why, but during the hour he was waiting for dinner, he seemed to have grown another circle of fat, which was already comparable to that of a sumo wrestler.
Even the dullest person can realize at this moment that there must be a big problem with his physical condition.
The delicate sound of my mother drinking soup could be heard in my ears. Her movements were mechanical and high-frequency, and her eyes were dull, like a body that had lost its soul. The sister next to her began to complain that the food was not to her taste, nagging the same few words over and over again.
In a word; my father did not say a word, and the sound of turning the newspaper was mixed with the noise of my sister. The pages seemed to be endless.
Inexplicably, Victor felt indescribable depression and fear for the first time in this home.
Suddenly, my father spoke.
"Your nutritional intake is a bit low. How thin have you become? You should eat more tonight, Victor..."
The less strict father liked to read the newspaper while eating. His words were a bit strange. If it weren't for the sparkle in his eyes, Victor would even think that his father was blind.
I've almost grown into a pig, and you still think I'm thin?
Victor was pressed on the chair like a meat ball, his unobservable eyes colliding with his father's eyes through the edge of the newspaper. Suddenly, he seemed to see a weird smile hanging on the corner of his father's mouth...
"I feel like I'm full..."
Victor's forehead was slightly sweaty. He moved his body and felt that he weighed at least two hundred and fifty pounds now. It was really exaggerated and scary. What happened today?
Snap!
The chair was suddenly crushed, and Victor fell heavily to the ground, howling miserably. However, the family members sitting at the dining table did not react at all. His father was still reading the newspaper, his sister was still showing his temper, and his mother was also looking mechanically sad.
Drinking mung bean soup.
The whole family dinner scene was like a picture hanging on the wallpaper, giving Victor a sense of familiarity.
"Help the young master to get up and continue eating, Vincent..." the mother said coldly, and then the maid and housekeeper who accompanied her dragged a chair over and lifted Victor up.
"I'm full, everyone, take me back to my room..."
The servants did not respond to Victor's request, and they also tied him up and forcibly fixed him to the dining table.
"etc……"
Victor suddenly felt the atmosphere of terror permeating the family, and the expressions of everyone in front of him were distorted at this moment.
"No... you haven't eaten enough. The nutrients you are taking in are still far behind. You have to eat a few more times." My sister smiled at the side and showed her mouth with missing front teeth.
Then, the usually respectful servants began to roughly stuff the table full of food into Victor's mouth, so much that he almost suffocated.
"Eat more! Eat more!"
Victor's eyes were bloodshot and bloodshot. He struggled hard, but with such a body shape, even if no one suppressed him, he could not make a simple turn over.
As food continued to be taken in, Victor could see his belly expanding crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye. He didn't know what had happened to the family he had lived in for ten years, but a kind of fear from the depths of his soul was at this time.
It kept impacting his consciousness.
Until the belly swelled larger than the dining table, overturning all the plates and decorations, it finally broke open, and then came the heart-wrenching pain, which instantly filled Victor's body, like high-voltage electricity.
The body moves up and down normally.
There was no scarlet blood splattering out, only the black, squirming, shapeless, indescribable thing that squeezed out from the gaping wound on his stomach!
Victor was stunned. Under the catalysis of fear, he forgot about death in a panic. There were only countless hysterical roars in his mind, and his consciousness collapsed and annihilated...
…
In the early morning, the birds chirped and the sunshine continued the bright warmth during this period.
The air is exceptionally clear...
After sleeping until he woke up naturally, Victor stretched out and got up from the bed, ready to continue facing this idle time.
I glanced at the calendar and saw that August 18, 1864 was another boring day.
After a brief wash, Victor came to the balcony, lay down lazily on a chair, looked at the snow-white cotton fields in front of him, observed the work of the serfs, and admired the "land" that would eventually belong to him! Waiting for the bargain
My father will return to the West one day and inherit this hundreds of acres of property.
Ten years have passed since the time travel, and there is still no awakening system, but Victor is not panic at all.