High Martial: My 250-Kilo Campus Belle Is Desperate to Throw Herself at Me

[A breakout new concept! Urban high-martial arts! Lighthearted comedy! No System, just raw talent!]

Fan Jie wakes up in a high-martial-arts world as a 250-kilogram fatso, ranked near the bottom of his school with a vital energy level of 0.6. Even his chair has to be specially reinforced.

People laugh at him for being useless. He laughs because they don’t understand the meta.

That’s because he awakened the one and only forbidden-tier talent, [Divine Good Stomach]: eating raises his vital energy, gaining weight stores energy, and the more ridiculously fat he gets, the more outrageous his strength becomes!

While others run laps at five in the morning, he demolishes ten baskets of buns in the cafeteria. While others grit their teeth through stance training, he watches martial arts livestreams with a bucket of fried chicken. While everyone scrambles for vital energy pills, he burps after a braised pork knuckle and gets a reward straight from his bottomless stomach.

Hardcore classmate: I broke through to 3.8 today!

Fan Jie: Oh, I just lost more vital energy than that in a fart.

The genius campus beauty stares at him coldly. “What are you hiding?”

Fan Jie: “A good thing. Don’t get any ideas.”

Even more absurdly, the teachers chase after him with training spots, the Martial Arts Bureau chases after him with exotic beast meat, and the campus beauty chases after him to team up. Even the higher-ups are getting desperate: “Stop sleeping! The nation needs you!”

Fan Jie rolls over. “Can you leave the resources by the door? I’m too lazy to get up.”

Eat a huge bowl of exotic beast braised pork → Vital energy +1!

Chew through half a reinforced high-energy alloy door → Vital energy +999!

Swallow an entire supernova → Vital energy +??? trillion!

When the abyssal rift tears open once more and a tide of exotic beasts sweeps across Qingshan City,

a young man, two hundred jin lighter than before, stands atop the city wall. Broken stones float at his feet, and a sea of blood surges behind him.

Fan Jie wipes his mouth. “Sorry, I wasn’t very full just now.”

What should I eat next?