In times of war…

What is a Battle Mecha engineer expected to do? Are they expected to do research and realize their imagination? 

How about a Battle Mecha pilot? Are they expected to enter battle with their mechas as they display their exquisite control through bizarre and bewildering techniques? 

What about a member of the special scouts? Are they expected to infiltrate deep into the enemy lines as they use stellar unarmed fighting skills to suppress the enemy with a single move? Or are they expected to make use of disguises and stealth techniques to take out the enemy?

And what about a military officer? Are they expected to analyze the outcome of a battle? Or are they expected to create brilliant strategies to triumph over the enemy through a miraculous move?

For someone who excels in human psychology, deceit, assassination, and disguise, what happens when that person is merged with all those professions? 

This is the story of a cowardly, wretched, and despicable fatty.


The con artist's training strictly controlled Fatty's expressions. At this moment, he imagined himself as a king enjoying festivities with his people, holding his beloved princess, spinning gracefully to the beautiful music. He was so confident, so noble. The people around him combined seemed not to be worth even a finger of his. His honest appearance and elegant demeanor blended together to form a unique charm. If anyone could express sophistication, cultivation, and knowledge through their outward demeanor, it would undoubtedly be Fatty. When it comes to putting on an act, he's the best in the world.


Chapter 195 - Volume 4 Chapter 2 Fatty Can Dance_2