Semua Bab Glutton Boy Bound Me to a Food Transfer System: Bab 1 - Bab 9

As I watched Daniel Miller devour an entire bucket of fried chicken on my phone screen, a heavy wave of fullness hit my stomach. The feeling made no sense. I hadn't even had a sip of water all day.It seemed I had been right. Even though I had been reborn, nothing had actually changed.Whatever Daniel ate still transferred straight into my stomach.While I was still frozen in shock, Daniel took out a giant plate of spicy aglio e olio. A half-gallon bottle of soda sat beside it."That chicken was just a warm-up. Time for the main course," he told his viewers.Off-camera, someone gasped. "Oh my god, Dan, you're insane. I couldn't finish that in three days."Just as Daniel was about to bury his head into that plate bigger than his face, I grabbed my car keys and bolted out the door.I couldn't let him keep eating. If he did, I would meet the same end all over again.On the way, I pulled out my phone and ordered 20 takeout meals. This time, I needed to figure out exactly what he wa

I made it home deep into the night, but rest was out of the question.As long as I stayed in the dark, my life remained at risk.I lay in bed, tossing restlessly, when a sudden wave of nausea twisted through my gut.I gagged hard, but nothing came up. The feeling reminded me of being a kid, forced to choke down greasy meat that made my throat tighten.I staggered to the fridge, grabbed an ice cream bar, and hoped the cold would settle the queasiness.It didn't help at all. Then it hit me.I grabbed my phone and opened Daniel's stream. Sure enough, he was live again."For tonight's show, I'm eating nothing but thick-cut bacon. Gifts up, folks."He held up a slab of glossy, quivering fat and bit into it like it was candy. Even through the screen, the sight was nauseating.I immediately typed into the chat."Stop eating! That's disgusting!"Daniel glanced at the comment and smirked."Who do you think you are? I'm not stopping just because you told me to. Let's see if you've

The competition ended with Daniel collapsing, leaving the live stream in stunned silence. Some viewers even clipped the moment he passed gas and turned it into a viral meme. His humiliation couldn't have been greater.After he fainted, Daniel was rushed to the hospital. The doctors ran every test and found nothing wrong. Once he woke up, he bolted straight to the bathroom. Chloe was about to ask what had happened when he came out, but a sudden cramp sent him running back.He spent almost the entire day doubling over on the toilet. His stomach hurt, yet all he could manage were a few loud farts.Chloe assumed he was exaggerating. She barged into the bathroom, demanding, "What's going on? The doctor said you're fine. Stop pretending!"Daniel looked at her weakly, finally experiencing the helpless frustration I had carried in my previous life."I don't know," he admitted. "My stomach really hurts. It feels like it's being cut. Believe me."Chloe brushed his hand away and scoffed. "I

We sat in the restaurant's main hall. Even at this hour, plenty of diners were still around. The moment the smell hit them, murmurs spread."Who's letting out that stink? Ugh, if your stomach's messed up, don't eat raw seafood.""This is awful. How are we supposed to eat like this?""Is it coming from that table? I think the smell is drifting from there."As the other diners began sniffing the air and looking around, Daniel could no longer hold back. He slammed his hand on the table and stood up. "Enough! Stop eating!"I set my fork down, annoyed. "What's your problem? I'm just eating," I pushed open a window to air out the stench.Daniel doubled over, clutching his stomach. Cold sweat beaded his forehead, and he trembled as if he were in unbearable pain.A waiter noticed and came over. "Sir, are you alright? Do you need help?"Daniel grabbed onto the words like a lifeline. "Where's the restroom?"He sprinted in the direction the waiter pointed, but Chloe called after him, "Do

"So what if you know?" Daniel said. "You took more stomach meds, which means you're back to absorbing everything I eat. "In a few days, I'll stream myself eating ten pounds of mashed potatoes. You can wait to die. You'll stay put until then. If you survive, consider yourself lucky. If not, you can only blame yourself."Ten pounds of mashed potatoes would wreck anyone's stomach. Daniel was dead set on trading my life for his live stream views."Don't even try anything," he added. "You're not breaking the link unless I die."His smug grin didn't shake me. I kept my expression flat. If that was what he wanted, then he could be the one to die.Three days later, Daniel sat in front of the camera, shoveling mashed potatoes into his mouth, when his face suddenly twisted. He gagged, spat blood across the table, and collapsed. Seconds later, he stopped breathing.Someone watching the stream called 911. Police arrived, took Chloe into custody, and freed me.Chloe was confused, but there