Lucifer's Descendant System Chapter 119: Bobby (End)

Chapter 119: Bobby (End)

- Bobby Pov -
Damn it! Fighting this boy is very frustrating. I didn't think I was going to have to spend so much fat to fight him... Since the beginning of the battle, I probably spent more than 100 kilos... That's what I had saved to fight the whole championship! It took weeks of preparation to have the physique for this, so that everything could be ruined by an idiot boy who appeared out of nowhere in the first battle! Even if I win against him, I still won't be able to win the championship with this current body mass.
I started the battle with 190 kg, now I might weigh 85 at best... If I continue to consume more than I have, it will start to hurt my body; I can't let this fight go on any longer...
But this fight is very strange. At the beginning of the fight I thought it was just the boy's luck that I couldn't connect my blows, or that he was so agile that I couldn't hit him, always missing the attack by just a few millimeters. Every time I attacked him, even with very little space he managed to dodge and not get hurt at all, sometimes even hitting me with that damn dagger, which has made me consume even more fat than I should have.
It got to the point where I even tried to grab him and pin him on the ground with him trapped, just like UFC fighters do, but I couldn't even do that, as just like other times he dodged by a small margin.
I was really starting to believe that he had more agility than I have, even when I improved my muscles that help with agility, but even so, as if at the last second, the boy got faster and got out of my range... but after a while I realized this was wrong. It wasn't him getting faster, but it was slightly more difficult for me to move for a fraction of a second, and he used that fraction of a second that my speed slowed down to be able to dodge and make me waste more and more fat.
Unlike what I had imagined, this boy has quite the reserve of energy. I thought I had great energy reserves, but it seems that this boy has reserves even greater than mine... but strangely, he has no characteristics that show where he gets that extra energy, or where he stores it.
I thought that letting him use that ability that would prevent me from hitting him would consume even more of his energy. After all, it looked like a Spatial Blessing ability, but this kid obviously wasn't even bothered about it. In fact, it seemed that during the match, instead of getting tired from using his skills and deviating from me, this boy was resting. Because, after he used his Blessing to create those annoying little flames, he looked really tired, but right after that, little by little, he became less breathless, and now he looks like he was just walking to the park, as if fighting me has had no affect on him in any way.
It has made me even more irritated. I just wanted to hold that little head of his and pull it right out of that thin body he has to make him finally get tired.
My weight has already reached 70 kg, and I'm really starting to despair. This fucking boy has been very annoying, always with a carefree expression on his face, as if fighting me wasn't difficult enough... but from what I could tell, he really wasn't having any difficulty. After all, I only managed to hit him at most with 4 punches. That made him retreat a little tired, but that he once again recovered in a short time.
The audience has been shouting about something, but I can't even hear what they're saying anymore. The only thing I could make out was the word fire, but I knew there was a fucking fire in me and it was this kid's fault. I haven't felt any pain, so the only thing I knew is that my body is currently mostly on fire, but my Blessing has always protected me. It won't happen now, these weak flames won't overcome me… That's what I was thinking, until after 5 minutes, my weight went down so fast that I'm already weighing 60 kg, thinner and lighter than the boy. I've finally understood why they were screaming.
At this point my fat is at the end. For a fraction of a second I looked at my body and realized that it was so burnt that even skin could not be seen. All my clothes were burned a long time ago, but I had so many flames on my face and around it that it was not possible to see any of my private parts.
It wasn't even 2 minutes after I realized this, that my strength has finally run out and I can no longer attack the boy who always dodged my attacks, but the worst of it is not even the boy's ability to dodge my attacks, but I'm starting to feel something in my body.
This feeling was not the familiar feeling I had of total control of my muscles and my fat, of knowing perfectly what percentage of fat I had, or how many kilos I had at the moment, no, what I've feeling now was something I hadn't felt it for many years... so many years that I didn't even remember what it felt like.
Pain.
I was in pain… am in so much pain... so much pain that for a few seconds I thought that maybe dying was the best way out. I could just die and it would all be over and I could stop feeling this hellish pain.
This pain has been never ending; it's like I started to feel it in a second, and it lasted for at least two years. My mind ached, it's like I was feeling someone opening my head and shattering it with all my might.
I've spent so many years feeling this pain that I started to wonder why no one had come to help me until now? The fight was supposed to be over a long time ago, but it seems that nobody cared enough and left me here burning for so long, to the point that I have felt the years go by... I feel lonely after that... nobody cared... nobody cares about me to help me? Perhaps what I have done badly all these years have not been so worth it, if in the end I will not have anyone on my side? All those dollars, those women, that lust, none of that could really help me in this very bad moment of my life.
After those two years passed, I suddenly stopped feeling that pain, but unfortunately I was not even sure where I was, if it really happened, or if it was just an illusion of my mind.
After feeling this pain I lost control of my body. I can no longer see; I can no longer hear; I can no longer feel anything but the pain. My eyes captured some reflections that I assumed were from lanterns that were scanning me, but I don't know if I was lying or standing.
The only thing I am sure of is... I should change.
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