Chapter 2
From that moment, Victor dove headfirst into endless eating.
The Stomach Baron overflowed with food—fruits, meats, endless varieties—and anything consumed regrew overnight. Truly bottomless.
He ate ravenously. Each digested meal fueled rapid physical growth. He also stored massive amounts in his inner spatial pocket—no spoilage, no limits.
"These flavors are unreal," he muttered between bites. "No wonder sea kings climb up here."
Power surged through him with every swallow. He clenched his fist—strength he could feel. The cycle hooked him: eat, grow stronger, eat more. Once freed from restraint, gluttony took over completely.
No structured training at first—just eat until full, sleep, repeat. But the nonstop feasting piled on fat alongside muscle.
Half a month later, Victor finally noticed the change.
"What the—I'm huge. How did I get this fat so fast?"
He poked his protruding belly, stunned. Strength had skyrocketed, sure—the local carnivorous plants now fled at his approach—but the look? Unacceptable.
"This won't do. Too ugly. Time to train. Gotta stay handsome while getting stronger."
Eating and training could coexist. He decided to start immediately.
No formal methods available? Fine—he'd copy Saitama's legendary routine from his old world.
"A hundred push-ups, a hundred sit-ups, a hundred squats, ten-kilometer run. If Saitama pulled it off, so can I. Just hope I don't go bald…"
He pumped himself up, half-joking about the hair.
The first hundred push-ups felt effortless.
"Too easy. Let's multiply by ten—a thousand each."
Still nothing. So he scaled everything up, added weighted logs from fallen trees for resistance. For the run, he circled the entire Stomach Baron perimeter.
The island's dangers helped: dodging incoming sea kings and giant insects sharpened reflexes naturally.
Exhaustion meant rest—then immediate feasting. He ate anytime, anywhere, while storing surplus in his pocket.
The ramen waterfall in the Greenstone forest still amazed him—endless streams of perfectly cooked noodles cascading down. He harvested constantly; they refilled instantly.
The Stomach Baron's ecosystem was bizarre and perfect for him.
At just ten years old, Victor's body already stood 1.8 meters tall—accelerated by infinite nutrition and devouring talent.
Months of disciplined training transformed him. The bloated version vanished; he returned to peak condition—lean, energetic, strikingly handsome. Self-discipline had reshaped him entirely.
He loved the rush: eating while feeling cells ignite with power, every bite an addictive high.
More months passed.
During a dodge against giant insects and carnivorous plants, Observation Haki awakened.
"Whoa—this is Observation Haki? Like built-in radar. Insane."
He sensed every movement around him—plants shifting, distant bird calls, insect wings. Overwhelming at first; the noise flooded his mind, giving him a headache.
He practiced control using what he knew from the series—focus, filter, expand.
Training continued: dodge attacks to hone Haki, eat to fuel growth, store food nonstop.
After a year of adaptation, he could train, eat, and fight simultaneously—digestion so fast he never slowed.
One month later, he fully mastered basic Observation Haki. Battles with giant insects and plants pushed it further.
Armament Haki still eluded him—perhaps his body wasn't hardened enough yet. He knew Haki stemmed from will, but without guidance, he could only grind harder: more eating, more training.
With Observation Haki, his storage range exploded—he could now "see" and collect food far beyond visual line of sight.
His days filled completely except sleep.
Today, Victor felt ready for a real test. A massive pig-like sea king had climbed aboard—enormous tusks, crushing presence.
Time to fight. Goal: sharpen Observation Haki in combat and try forcing Armament Haki awake.
Sea kings triggered the Stomach Baron's feeding cycle—he had to end it fast.