Chapter 2: Transformation
Even though Hugh wasn't expecting anything, he was still a slight bit disappointed with the result. An F-class rating. The lowest of the low. He just dejectedly went back into the line, ignoring all the laughter that was thrown at him.
"F-class. Even though you won't unlock your Desire, you're still smart. You can figure it out right?"
There was a condescending tone in that remark. He always knew this teacher hated him. Ever since he proved him wrong in one of his classes, there was a target on his back. Hugh didn't care, after this he will finally get to enroll in a prestigious university due to a scholarship he received.
"Go home now. Good luck to all those who will unlock their Desire tonight. To those who won't, I just wish you the best of luck."
That final sentence didn't seem sincere. There was a slight smile in the teacher's face that gave it away. The students started dispersing as they talked and compared their results to each other. They bumped into Hugh as if he was invisible.
Even Aric couldn't help himself and pushed Hugh down onto the ground. Hugh fell face first into the cold hard ground. His chubby face softened the fall and he only felt a slight pain in his jaw. He just laid there with his eyes closed, letting the time pass by.
Nobody helped him up. They all minded their own business and walked out of the room. When Hugh heard less and less footsteps, he finally propped himself back up and went outside into the empty hallway.
This was the final time he was gonna see this place. After today, he will finally enroll into the Wolrath academy. At least that school has a department specifically for those without Desire or has a support type Desire. He won't be discriminated against.
Walking away from the gate, he saw numerous students jumping in joy and hugging each other. They graduated and they probably won't see each other again. Hugh didn't get the sentimentality of people graduating and the need to make it so special.
He walked alone in the midst of students celebrating with their parents as they bragged about it to each other. Some parents had gifted their child a hovercraft, some gifted armor, and some gifted weapons. Hugh walked with hurried steps away from them.
He didn't have anything to ride back home. He didn't have the luxury to buy a ride back home either. He just walked home alone. Hugh would usually sweat a lot in the walk back home since he had a very high metabolism. This way home was a very familiar road to Hugh. For the past four years, he had been walking down this road almost at the same time and same pace. He liked having a routine to stick to.
With hovercars swinging past him, he just stayed near the side walk and counted the steps to his home. The familiar beat up, two-story house came into his view. They had this old school type of house that was famous back in the old days. The walls were made of glasses and had a veranda at the top.
Hugh opened the gate and walked into his house. He sat down on the ground and removed his shoes and his socks and put it in a bin. The wooden floor board creaked as he step foot into the living room.
The room was empty. The lights were turned off and only the light from the streets illuminated the living room. There was a tv and a couch on one side, and the kitchen on the other. He went into the refrigerator and took out some leftover chicken breast and ate it whole.
After filling up his stomach, Hugh went upstairs using their marble stairs that was specifically designed so that Hugh wouldn't destroy it. He felt his knees start to burn as he went up the stairs, a normal occurrence for him.
He opened up his room that was filled with food and snacks neatly lined up in his cabinet. There was even a mini fridge attached near his bed for refreshing cold water. He laid down on his king sized bed and just closed his eyes. He couldn't wait to embark on his journey tomorrow. That was the real start of his life.
As Hugh closed his eyes, he went into a deep trance. Unknowingly, his heart started to beat abnormally fast. Hugh felt alarmed. He tried to get out of his sleeping position and stand up but he couldn't. He was stuck there laying on his bed with his eyes closed.
'Is this a heart attack? Am I going to die before I go to university?'
His muscles started to spasm. It started to constrict and expand in a very uncomfortable way. At first, it was just a weird feeling, but it turned into pain as more and more of his muscles started to spasm. He could feel his skin being pulled apart and squished together but the worst thing was that he couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't even scream in pain.
He could feel his sweat coming out of his pores and dripping down his skin. In a short amount of time, he was soaking wet from the pool of sweat now accumulating in his bed.
'What's happening to me?!?!?'
The pain started to get more intense. The pain exponentially grew and grew until Hugh couldn't take it anymore and he fainted. There was nothing more he could do. He just accepted his fate.
'FAT GOD SYSTEM ACTIVATED
USING EXCESS FAT AS MANA....'
Unknown to Hugh, his body started to transform into something that he could only dream of.
Hugh woke up with his eyes blurry. There was sweat coming off his forehead and into his eyes. He wiped it off and sat up on his bed. All he could remember was feeling pain throughout his whole body. He might even hallucinated some kind of game while he was out.
He left his bed and something strange happened. No, it didn't happen. The usual creak in his bed after he left it was gone. He didn't even feel like his bed had indentations on it. The only thing on his bed was the sweat that came off him from before. Hugh was a sweaty guy, he had never sweated this much before but it wasn't weird.
He went into his bathroom and checked himself in the mirror. As soon as he saw his reflection, he flinched away. There was someone in his bathroom. He hid in the door and peaked again after a long time. There was no one there.
'That was weird, I though I saw some white haired dude in here.'
He gathered up courage and went back into the bathroom only to be surprised once again. His heart almost escaped away from the shock.
What he saw was a white haired guy with a sharp but clear eyes that stared right back at him. His eyebrows were fierce, but not too thick. He had a straight-edged nose and a small mouth. His whole face was symmetrical but it had a tint of danger and confidence.
He waved his hands and the man in the mirror followed his movements perfectly. It's as if he was the man in the mirror.
'Wait, no. That can't be possible!!!'
Hugh started to caress his face and indeed the man in the mirror did the same. He traced his eyebrows and it had the same shape as the one in the mirror.
'No, wait!'
He ran out of the room and took out his cellphone. He pointed his camera at himself and took a picture. His hands started to tremble at the possible reality he was in now. He slowly turned the camera and saw the same picture that was in the mirror.
'Is this me?'
As soon as he thought that, a notification appeared in his mind.
'1 minute until body has no more fat and loses all power. Warning! Please eat more food to maintain your transformation.'
That strange voice once again came directly into his mind. He looked frantically for any sign of person that spoke that sentence. He couldn't find one.
Thinking that there was something wrong with himself, he tried to sprint outside his room. His sight suddenly became black and there was a slight sting in his forehead. He opened his eyes and saw that he had collided with the door. He was too fast and ge couldn't control his strength.
The adrenaline in his body made him ignore one single fact that changed the most about him. His wet clothes were now dangling to his feet. He checked his arms and clearly saw his biceps that were deprived of fat. He looked around all over his body and saw it was the same for all parts of his body. His legs were now brimming with power. His abdominals gave him phenomenal balance. He was now at the peak of his health.
'Is this really me? Have I really changed?'
He suddenly had a pang of hunger. His stomach grumbled in protest. He could feel his strength fading away from him and his muscles were losing volume. His eyes became red and all he could think about was to eat something, anything.