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Leander is a healer. But he is not like those healers who have it all: the fame, the money and the harems. Because he is chubby. Ranked only F, he struggles with life as a new recruit in the Adventurer's Guild. Until he sees a poster that changes his life and sends him on a journey to lose weight, get the fame, money and the harem. Except, his harem will be full of men. But, such is fate.

This is a slow burn BL harem with dungeon delving. It follows the old adventurer's guild troupes with some twists and turns. A journey from zero to hero, one could say.

(I am using this book to lie to my brain that losing weight is possible with the methods written in the many self-help books I have been reading recently. If you need to shed some fat, you might use Anti-cake Dungeon Delving the same way. A little hope never hurt nobody.)

Updated daily. The MC becomes a dungeon core going chapter 86 and forward. You can find the story only on Webnovel. (Fingers crossed that no one will translate it into Russian like the other one! XD)

The sequel, Life Skilling, is also complete, and will be posted right after the ending of Anti-cake. A peek in the lives of those who live in the world shaped by the Try Hard Party. A funny slice of life.

Anti-cake Dungeon Delving! (BL)

Augustine: Song weaver, self-proclaimed Life Skiller. Turns a training session to his own advantage.

Vincent wants to train. Atha all but promised it to him. I don't see any point in us fighting dummies, however. Besides, we are near the drake caverns. I can think of wonderful dishes with drake meat.

"Let us go hunting," I suggest. Vincent looks at me.

"I was hoping we could go train, instead," ah, I was expecting he says that. I wink at him.

"I am not talking about elk. I have drakes in mind. Just think, we can sell the horns, scales and bones to the loot drop collectors, and buy stuff with the money. Not to mention the roasted drake I can cook, and sell to the gourmet shop in town," a smile tugs at my lips. Vincent takes a hold of his bow and looks it over.

"I guess, new strings would be nice," he says. I look at the rest of the party, my eyes falling on Atha.

Chapter 49: Training