March 7, 2016, the weather is overcast.
In the park at the foot of Yun Mountain, thousands of raggedly dressed humans were clearing the boulders that had rolled down from the mountain under the watchful eyes of Barbarians.
A chubby man in his twenties was clutching a stone, staggering forward with his large belly, panting like an old bellows.
He felt he couldn't hold on anymore and thought it would be better to just die.
He had never exerted himself so much before.
With blistered hands, sore and weak arms, and an almost broken back, he felt every day was like a year for the past two days. He could feel every cell in his body, even every fat molecule, protesting strongly.
Rest!
Rest!
He urgently needed rest!
In just two days, he felt he had lost weight, and his beloved fat was slipping away quickly.
