Chapter 1 (1/2)
Translator: Atlas Studios
Editor: Atlas Studios
Sitting in front of the controller, Fatty (real name: Tang Ji) stared solemnly at the holographic screen. His fingers danced slightly, sometimes clenching tightly, other times slowly extending outward. Strangely, each finger was trembling slightly, as though they contained immense explosive power that could be let out at any moment.
Fatty took a deep breath before slowly exhaling just like those exceptional experts in novels practicing meditation. He maintained this breathing rhythm, which was deep and slow…
Suddenly, an alarm pierced through the entire room.
“Time’s up! Time’s up!”
The very instant the alarm rang, Fatty’s eyes suddenly widened and shone with a shocking gleam. Then, his hands moved!
His hands started to fly across the holographic screen before him, moving like flowing water, sometimes lightly touching it, other times swiping quickly. His fat, infant-like hands danced like a top-notch conductor in the middle of an orchestra performance, gentle and graceful; or like a world-class calligrapher waving his brush, dignified and lively!
On the other hand, Fatty’s majestic stance was followed by…
“You successfully stole a black seamless bra. Size: 34C. Material: Lace. Evaluation: Sexy! Points Obtained: 25!”
“You successfully stole a pair of red panties. Size: S. Material: Embroidered. Evaluation: Homewear! Points Obtained: 10!”
“You successfully stole a leopard-print bra. Size: 36D. Material: Lycra. Evaluation: Flaming Hot! Points Obtained: 50!”
“You knocked the guard dog unconscious and successfully stole a white bra. Size: 36C. Material: Cotton. Evaluation: Sportswear! Points Obtained: 20!”
“You successfully stole a black g-string. Size: M. Material: Lace. Evaluation: Nosebleed Cause! Points Obtained: 100!”
“…”
“Your current monthly points: 1,504,952! You rank first in the monthly rank. Congrats for ranking first for the 12th consecutive time. The system has given you the nickname Perverted King! Hope you’ll keep up the hard work!”
Fatty did not look happy upon hearing the system notification. Instead, he sighed deeply and lamented despondently. “The people at the top are lonely…”
Before his fake performance could be completed, he received countless chat notifications. Fatty blinked and casually scanned through them.
“Holy cow! Expert! How did you do that? Please provide some tips!”
“Boss! My respect for you is as deep as the ocean… Allow me to look up to you!”
“Big brother, why are you so good? Do you use any plug-ins? Can you give me one? I will purchase it from you!”
“F*ck! Screw you! I’ve been waiting for that underwear to appear for so long! Why are you always competing with me? Let me see what you look like if you have the guts! A hero doesn’t hide away!”
“…”
There were countless similar messages, but Fatty simply tutted in disdain, rejecting and deleting all of them. The group of reverent followers and haters could do nothing about it…
The game Fatty was playing was the really popular leisure online game called Underwear Farm. This game was somewhat similar to the farming games of the past. The only difference was that those games were all about planting and stealing vegetables, whereas this game was all about stealing underwear…
The main gist of the game was that every player could obtain a mansion and hire all kinds of female servants. These servants would help upkeep the mansion and would leave a variety of underwear drying in the sun… What the player needed to do was protect these underwear while stealing the other servants’ underwear.
When this game had first appeared, countless male hikikomoris and perverts had swarmed to it passionately. It was said that, at its peak, there had been at least one billion players. This could be considered a legend for leisure management games!
Fatty’s ID, Chicken Sugar, was considered a legend in this legendary world…
He possessed extraordinary hand movement speed and a terrifying ability to calculate time. As a result, he could clearly remember which underwear of which mansion out of the over 100 mansions was about to dry. Then, he would teleport and steal it right on the dot. His action speed deserved the title of the Perverted King! After all, he left other players far behind, unable to catch up. In other words, his capabilities were much more powerful than plug-ins (if one even existed)!
However, despite being revered by countless male hikikomoris and perverts, all the titles he had obtained throughout this game were meaningless. What he truly cared about was not the game Underwear Farm, for he was simply using it to waste time.
If the followers knew this, they most likely would despair over the fact that Fatty had become the number one player in the game through casual gaming. What sort of absurdity would that be? Was there any meaning to what they were doing then?
After sitting back down before the controller, Fatty pressed on the holographic screen quickly. The scene on the screen changed.
When Fatty saw the screen again, his laid-back attitude dissipated.
“F*ck! You’ve got to be kidding me! None of them were sold? Are my items not good enough for you guys?”
“What? You want a Refined dagger for 50 Silver Coins? Is your brain filled with water?”
After complaining for a while, Fatty put on his earpiece unwillingly and contacted the buyer who had offered 50 Silver Coins. “You are the one who wants to buy my dagger, right? Can you pay more?”