Why god why

Completely sloshed after the lavish dinner, fatty slept soundly in the main hall itself. It was almost midday and standing beside him the entire night, Sierra watched him slowly yawning and stretching.

Her contempt and level of disgust for this chubby ball only kept increasing.

"Unghh. Time to get up. Long day ahead. Unghh." Fatty woke up sleepily and stared at the pile of sparkling equipments.

He rubbed his eyes and realized that he had totally forgotten yesterday to put away all the epic tier equipments gifted by his uncle.

He separated them out clumsily and then selected a few for himself. Throwing all the necessary equipments in his bag, he looked at Sierra and clicked his tongue.

"Hey you. Piggy. Put on these armors and suit up. I want you to look more fierce and threatening. Do you understand ?! Hmph. Numbskull."

Who is the pig here ?! You are a numbskull. Your father is a numbskull. Your entire family is a numbskull ! Asshole ! Sierra gnashed her teeth and bent down. Finally ! Some fucking clothes !

There was a metallic shirt and a metallic pant, with a black sheen, fully covering her body. They didn't feel like Iron or Aluminium or any other metal on earth.

These seemed to have a much higher density and tensile strength, but at the same time they felt light as a feather and comfortable. Not too bad at all.

As soon as she equipped these, several crisp notifications popped out.

Beep. The user has gained a new attribute.

HP: 10000

Passive skills:

Undead - You cannot be killed (Skill level - 0)

Soul sucker - User is able to absorb the soul from a dead body (Skill level - 0)

Woah. Sierra was impressed. This useless system even popped out details like a gaming software.

"The newly added health points should be due to the shirt and pant I just wore. I wonder how much HP does this fatty have ?!," Sierra looked at him with a blood thirsty grin.

It has become a habit for her to constantly plot her newly minted master's death.

She then picked up an insanely wicked looking sword. The handle was carved in a marble like material, with a blade so sharp that it could probably cut through anything.

This led to another notification popping out, confirming some of her previous hypotheses.

Beep. The user has gained a new attribute.

HP: 10000

AP: 10000

Passive skills:

Undead - You cannot be killed (Skill level - 0)

Soul sucker - User is able to absorb the soul from a dead body (Skill level - 0)

"Ok. It's a bit more clearer now. These armors and weapons give me health points (HP) and attack points (AP).

But why are these so high ? Hmm.. Might have something to do with the tier of these equipments." Sierra nodded and finished equipping herself.

Checking her out thoroughly, looking up and down a couple more times, fatty grinned smugly and satisfactorily, "Now this is how my bitch should look. Follow me."

Tightening her grasp on the sword, Sierra grimaced and followed him obediently.

They first stopped at the kitchen and fatty took his sweet time, eating a hearty brunch.

Even with the nauseating stench, which always hung around her, the food smelled extremely appetizing and delicious.

But, strangely, though she was salivating, she was not really hungry. Guess she was not going to feel all those human emotions again...

Letting out a long sigh, Sierra patiently waited and watched the fatty pig out on the mouth watering food.

After chatting a bit more, about his recent triumph and life time achievement, fatty finally let the kitchen workers be and walked outside.

Something gave Sierra a very bad feeling. This guy ... He was not planning on spending the entire day this way right ? right ?

As if someone heard her prayers, soon after, fatty's father chased behind them. "Boy. Get over here."

Ignoring him and pretending not to hear, fatty quickened his pace and hurried away. Not relenting, father Zhang, literally ran and caught up to them.

"Huff. Huff.. You monster. For once, can't you be filial ?!"

Scratching his head and feigning ignorance, fatty smiled sheepishly, "He he. Sorry dad. Didn't see you there."

Patting his hopeless son on the back, father Zhang looked at Sierra. "Woah. That's a capable and scary looking slave boy. You didn't think uncle Xiluan just gifted these away for free right ?"

"Umm .." Fatty stammered, looking stunned and bewildered. He had a faint idea where this conversation was going and he didn't like it at all. Not one bit.

"Yes, my child. Go. Your uncle is waiting for you. From today on, you will be staying with your uncle full time and training to be a legendary blacksmith." He patted fatty proudly.

He further added, "Don't let this go to waste. Do you know how many children in this town want to be your uncle's apprentice? Hmph."

"But I .. Dad.. I want to be a summoner.. I have to practise ..", fatty mumbled and tried to fight for his rights. But alas...

All he heard was his dad laughing in his face, "You are already a summoner kiddo. Now go train."

Heh. Who did he think this fatty was scheming ? How can his dad be so naive, when he was their entire family's head ?

Of course, this lazy son of his, need constant kicks in the rear.