Chapter 2: From Idiot to Madman

The beautiful young Angela gripped the edge of the bed tightly. Her clear, water-like eyes brimmed with heart-wrenching anxiety as she thought, “Poor Alexander, could he have fallen and damaged his mind? Even though he was always slow, he never acted like this before, unable to speak a single word…”

Just then—

“Alexander, I heard you got hurt, haha, I came to see you…”

A voice thick with undisguised glee boomed disrespectfully from outside the Great Hall. Angela and the little loli maid Gemma both paled. Sun Fei looked up and saw a round, rolling ‘ball of lard,’ like an overfed pig, trundle in through the main door.

“Gerger, what are you doing here?”

The gentle, black-haired beauty Angela erased the smile from her face. She stood up, her gaze cold as she questioned him.

Clearly, this pig-like fatso wasn’t welcome.

“Haha, beautiful Angela, what do you mean by that? Not welcoming me? I heard my good friend Alexander got injured, so I rushed right over to check on him. What’s wrong with that?”

This dead fat man called Gerger shoved his way to the bedside without another word and plopped himself down heavily on the bed.

“How dare you, Gerger! How dare you sit on His Majesty the King’s bed-couch?” The golden-haired loli maid Gemma, her face cold as frost, scolded him alongside Angela.

The fat man snorted through his nose, glancing at the little golden-haired loli. His eyes flickered with undisguised malice and lust. He licked his thick lower lip and said, “Lowly slave, get lost. Your time to cry will come…” Then, he turned and looked up and down at Sun Fei lying on the bed. The look in his eyes wasn’t one checking a friend’s injury; it was more like a haughty master inspecting a pet he kept.

Sun Fei was also staring at the fat man. He easily detected an abundance of utterly plain negative emotions in the fat man’s gaze – contempt, scorn, mockery, and ridicule.

Sun Fei felt a bit puzzled. He thought to himself: Is this dead fat pig really Alexander’s friend? He’s this ugly and he dares to look down on a King like this? Does he have some big background?

Just as he was thinking this, the fat man Gerger suddenly reached out a greasy, huge paw. His carrot-like fingers pinched Sun Fei’s cheek like it was a rubber ball. It looked like this action was an old, familiar habit for the fat man.

“Alexander, seems you’re not too badly off, eh? Alright, this afternoon I invited a few noble guests. Be a good guy and go relax with them, how about it?” The fat man chuckled. He squeezed Sun Fei’s cheek hard, then patted it firmly, wearing a mocking expression. Gerger deeply enjoyed this feeling – the feeling of freely bullying a King. It was so perplexing: how could this idiot named Alexander become the King? Seventeen years old but with the mind of a three-year-old child. Why did the Creator God favor this little fool so much?

However, before the fat man’s mocking smile could fully blossom, something no one expected happened—

SLAP!

A loud, vicious slap landed. The fat man clutched his face in disbelief. On his greasy cheek, a bright red handprint was clearly visible, like a freshly painted mark.

The young Angela and the little maid Gemma, who had been on edge since the fat man appeared, were now completely frozen. They couldn’t believe their eyes. That always silly, slow, and bullied idiot Alexander had actually raised his hand and slapped Gerger? How was that possible? At the same time, a hidden sense of satisfaction stirred in the hearts of both girls. Truthfully, they had also endured this dead fat pig Gerger for quite a long time. Alexander’s slap was incredibly satisfying.

“You… You dare hit me?”

“Damn fat pig! If you dare put your disgusting meat hooks on my face again, I’ll find a T-Rex to kick your ass!” Sun Fei looked at the fat man with a cold smirk. Anyway, this dead fatty annoyed Sun Fei. And people who annoyed Sun Fei never got any politeness from him.

The dead fat man paused, his facial muscles trembling under his anger, shock, and disbelief: How could this idiot with the mind of a toddler dare hit me? And even say something like that? He pointed at Sun Fei, momentarily unsure what to do. His fat body shook uncontrollably, like a person having a seizure, looking like he might start foaming at the mouth any second.

“You damned weakling! You dare hit me?” the fat man roared repeatedly.

Half-lying on the bed, Sun Fei didn’t reply. He was gathering his strength. This dead fat bastard actually dares to shout like this in the King’s Great Hall? And where the hell are the guards who should logically be rushing in? This gave Sun Fei a shred of doubt: Could this dead fat pig really have some huge background, someone even the King can’t touch?

Just as he was thinking this, the incensed fat man seemed to finally make up his mind. He pushed up his sleeves and charged over fiercely… It looked like this dead fat man intended to do something.

“Outrageous!” Angela’s face was icy. “Gerger, you’re just the son of a mere scribe. How dare you be so disrespectful to the King!”

Seeing the fat man explode with vicious energy like a raging bear, both girls, Angela and Gemma, screamed in fury and alarm. They rushed over, desperately trying to pull the dead fat pig away, clearly wanting to protect Sun Fei. But how could two slender girls match this 1.7-meter-tall beast?

SLAP!

The humiliated and furious fat man slapped Gemma across the face with cruel force. The golden-haired loli was sent flying. Her delicate little face immediately swelled like a big bun, tears instantly welling up in her eyes, looking pitiful.

Then, driven half-mad by the rage, the fat man grabbed Angela’s fair, smooth wrist. He thrust his greasy, disgusting face close to Angela’s soft, swan-like neck. Deliberately savoring it, he took an exaggerated sniff. He shot Sun Fei a deliberate, provocative glance and sneered lustfully, “Beautiful Angela, how could an idiot fool like Alexander, with the mind of a toddler, deserve a noble beauty like you? Look at him! Does he look even a little like a King? How long has it been since he inherited the throne, and Shampoo City is already in chaos? And now we’re getting beaten up by enemies from who knows where… Hmph, you’d be better off marrying me…”

The fat man held Angela’s wrist. A feeling of tenderness, softness, and smoothness flooded him, stirring his desires. Lust suddenly overwhelmed him, and he forgot they were in the Royal Palace, leaning in with his mouth open—

At that instant—

THWAK!

A metal helmet smashed savagely into his forehead. The blow was hard and sudden. The dead fat pig, lost in lustful thoughts, didn’t react in time. His chestnut-brown head erupted in a spray of blood. He screamed wretchedly, involuntarily released Angela’s wrist, and crashed to the floor nearby, dazed.

Angela turned to see what happened and was completely stunned, standing there dumbfounded.

Before her stood Sun Fei. He didn’t know when he’d grabbed the now-slightly-dented helmet. Gripping it like a brick slab, he stood tall on the bed looking down. He pointed at the fat man’s nose and cursed fiercely: “Dare touch my woman? Dare point fingers at me? You’ve gone blind, you damn fat pig! A tiny son of a lowly scribe, trying to act like a big shot? You dare disrespect me, your king? I’ll beat you half to death, screw your grand-uncle!” The cursing flowed freely and felt deeply satisfying.

Sun Fei thought secretly as he cursed: Damn it, I almost fell for that punk’s bluff! Thought he was some VIP. Turned out he’s just a frickin’ retard of an official’s son! I’m a real King, can’t I crush you? Wait… in this world, do Kings still say “We” like emperors? For a moment, the entire Great Hall was utterly silent. You could have heard a pin drop.

Beautiful Angela and Gemma’s faces were filled with shock and disbelief: What’s happening? How is this possible? Like frightened deer, the two beautiful girls stared at Sun Fei with wide, round eyes, their mouths unconsciously forming big ‘O’s: That Alexander who’s been retarded for seventeen years, who always obeyed Gerger… he… seems to have changed!

The fat pig Gerger lay like a dead pig on the floor, completely bewildered. Alexander suddenly felt unfamiliar, like a totally different person. That slap and that helmet blow—the ferociousness was extreme, like a real maniac. This made the dead fat man feel a bit afraid. After a long moment, the fat man finally regained a shred of sense. He recalled the purpose of his visit to the palace. He decided hell with it. He thrust out his fat hand.

A strange and mysterious chant floated from the fat man’s mouth. A bright red flame began slowly taking shape in his hand. A scorching heat began to spread silently throughout the Great Hall.

The fat man’s face trembled a bit, regaining a trace of courage as he sneered viciously, “King? Ha! Besides you and your idiotic delusion, who in Shampoo City still takes you for the King? You dare hit me? Heh heh, Alexander, you are about to witness the rage of a noble Mage!” Sun Fei was still standing on the bed holding his pose.

His eyes narrowed sharply: M… Mage? Damn, this pretentious fat bastard is actually a Mage? And looks like he can actually use magic! Shit! What do I do now? Damn impulse, the Devil made me do it… I should’ve tried talking nicer earlier instead of hitting first… Sun Fei’s eyes darted around wildly. He looked at the ever-hotter Fireball forming in Gerger’s hand, then looked down at the dented helmet in his own hand. A wave of helplessness washed over him: Seriously, if we gotta fight, could I at least get a sword? Pausing for a second, Sun Fei suddenly threw back his head and yelled at the top of his lungs: “Guards!… Guards! Hurry! There’s an Assassin! Someone’s trying to kill the King!”

“Useless! Heh heh!” The dead fat pig scoffed disdainfully. It looked like he was dying to say some juvenile version of Scream all you want, no one’s coming. With a showy flourish, he gestured. The fist-sized Fireball shot towards Sun Fei’s face like a bullet from the barrel of a gun with a loud whoosh.