Uchiha power in HxH world - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The Gluttonous Path to Godhood

The dull, throbbing pain in my side was a remarkably effective anchor to reality. Every time I shifted my massive bulk, the slash wound Killua had so generously gifted me flared with a stinging reminder: ‘You are not safe. You are in the belly of the beast.’

I lay there on the floor for another solid ten minutes, listening to the hum of the cooling fans in the server towers, methodically organizing my panic. I had a system. I had a way to survive. But a system meant absolutely nothing if Illumi walked into this room, took one look at my posture, and realized someone else was driving the Milluki-mobile.

I needed to act. And not just act—I needed to embody the role of the Zoldyck family’s most pathetic resident. Milluki was short-tempered. He was selfish. He was wildly immature, a seventeen-year-old who still unironically called his parents ‘Mama’ and ‘Papa’, and referred to the nightmare that was his older brother as ‘Illu-nii’. He was an agoraphobic otaku who hadn’t breathed non-filtered outside air since he was ten. He was a coward who feared Killua’s latent talent, yet arrogant enough to threaten him over limited-edition figurines.

And, above all, he was incredibly spiteful. He once had his terrifying little sister, Alluka, kill a target purely so he wouldn’t have to leave his chair. He was the kind of petty that got people brutally murdered.

‘Alright,’ I thought, taking a deep, wheezing breath that rattled in my chest. ‘Time to win an Oscar. Or die trying.’

I hauled myself up, grabbing the edge of the reinforced computer desk, my arms shaking from the sheer exertion. Once standing, I took a moment to adjust my stained shirt, glaring at the dark corners of the expansive room.

I raised my doughy hands and clapped twice.

The sound wasn’t particularly loud, muffled by the layers of fat and potato chip grease on my palms, but in the Zoldyck estate, you didn’t need to be loud. You just needed to hold the right last name.

Almost instantaneously, the shadows in the corner of the room seemed to detach themselves. A figure stepped forward with completely silent footsteps.

“You called, Master Milluki?”

It was Kasuga. She was a Zoldyck family butler, dressed in the immaculate, tailored black suit that served as their uniform. Her black hair was pulled back severely, and her expression was a mask of perfect, impenetrable professionalism. She was fifteen years old—two years younger than my current body—but the way she held herself suggested she could probably dismantle me like a cheap Lego set in under three seconds.

A surge of genuine, irrational anger flared in my chest. It wasn’t my anger, not entirely; it was the residual resentment of the original Milluki mixing with my own terror. This girl had been here. She had been assigned to this sector of the estate. She had stood by, perfectly concealed in the shadows, and simply watched as a twelve-year-old Killua went berserk, sliced me open, and nearly killed Mama.

She hadn’t lifted a finger to help.

‘Of course she didn’t,’ my internal monologue noted darkly. ‘This is the Zoldyck family. There is absolutely no respect for the weak here. If you can’t defend yourself, you deserve to bleed. She probably took notes on Killua’s footwork while I was screaming on the floor.’

I forced my face into a scowl, letting the fat of my cheeks push my eyes into narrow, mean little slits. I leaned heavily against the desk, pointing an accusing, trembling finger at her.

“Where the hell were you?!” I shrieked, making sure my voice hit that perfect, nasal pitch of entitled outrage. “Killua completely lost his mind! He attacked Mama! He slashed me! My favorite shirt is ruined, Kasuga! And you just stood there like a useless piece of furniture!”

Kasuga didn’t blink. She didn’t flinch. She merely bowed from the waist, a perfectly calculated forty-five degrees. “I apologize profoundly, Master Milluki. Master Killua’s movements were… unexpectedly sudden. I was deeply concerned for your safety.”

‘Liar,’ I thought, somewhat impressed by her deadpan delivery. ‘You were probably hoping he’d finish the job so you wouldn’t have to clean this room anymore.’

“Whatever! He’s an idiot! Killua is an absolute idiot!” I huffed, crossing my arms over my massive chest and wincing as the wound stretched. “Thinking he can just run away… Papa and Illu-nii are going to drag him back by his hair. Just you watch.”

I paused, letting my breathing labor heavily to sell the exhaustion. “I’m stressed. The trauma of almost being murdered by my own brother is severely affecting my blood sugar. Bring me some food, Kasuga.”

Kasuga straightened up, her eyes flicking briefly toward the surrounding apocalypse of garbage. “Of course, Master Milluki. What would you prefer? I can bring fresh supplies from the pantry. The cheese-flavored puffs, the chocolate Pocky, or perhaps the spicy instant noodles you usually favor when you are… distressed?”

I looked at the empty wrappers strewn across the floor. Just looking at them made my newly acquired organs ache. If I ate another bag of chips, my System was probably going to issue a fatal error and shut down.

“Are you deaf, Kasuga?” I snapped, injecting as much venom as I could into my reedy voice. “I said food! Not snacks! Do I look like a raccoon foraging in the trash?”

Kasuga’s stoic mask slipped for a fraction of a millisecond. Her eyes widened, just a millimeter, before she instantly recovered. It was the equivalent of a normal person dropping their jaw to the floor. The original Milluki turning down junk food was apparently akin to the sun rising in the west.

“I… I want real food,” I continued, playing off my own ‘stress’. “Nutritious food. Meat. Vegetables. Something with actual protein in it! I was just attacked! My body needs to heal! Go to the kitchens and tell the chefs to make something that won’t instantly clog my remaining arteries! Move!”

“Understood, Master Milluki,” she said, bowing deeply once more. “I will have a highly nutritious meal prepared immediately.”

Without another word, she stepped backward, seamlessly melting into the shadows of the doorway and vanishing.

I let out a long, shuddering sigh, my acting persona dropping the moment I was alone. My heart was pounding again. “Okay. That worked. I think she bought it.”

I had two goals right now. First, avoid suspicion. Second, test the Ultimate Uchiha System. The system explicitly stated that any kind of ‘effort’ turned into EXP. The problem was, my current physical state was a disaster. If I tried to do push-ups, my arms would shatter. If I tried to run, my heart would explode. I couldn’t physically exert myself enough to farm EXP through traditional training.

But eating? Digestion is a biological effort. Your body works to break down food, process nutrients, and convert it into energy. In my past life, eating a massive meal always left me exhausted—the classic ‘food coma’. If the system registered effort, I wanted to see if the sheer biological labor of processing high-tier food would trigger a reward.

Half an hour later, Kasuga returned, informing me that a meal had been prepared in the minor dining hall.

The walk from my room to the dining hall was an ordeal in itself. The Zoldyck estate was absurdly massive. The hallways were cavernous, lined with ancient stone, priceless artifacts, and shadows that felt entirely too solid. By the time I waddled my way to the heavy mahogany doors of the dining room, I was drenched in a fresh layer of sweat, and my breathing sounded like a failing accordion.

Kasuga pulled out a reinforced, oversized chair at the head of a long, polished table. I collapsed into it, panting.

Then, the kitchen staff wheeled in the food.

My eyes widened. I wasn’t entirely sure what I was looking at. In my past life, a steak was just a steak. But the massive, roasted slab of meat resting on the silver platter in front of me didn’t look like any cow I had ever seen. It was a deep, rich crimson, practically bursting with juices, and it was the size of a car tire. Accompanying it were strange, bioluminescent vegetables and a thick, dark broth that smelled like roasted bone marrow and ozone.

I could ‘feel’ the food. I don’t know how else to describe it. It was as if the meat itself was gently vibrating. There was a weird, primal energy radiating from the dish.

‘Magical Beast meat,’ my inherited memories supplied. The Zoldyck family didn’t buy groceries from the local supermarket. They hunted in the deadly, untamed forests surrounding Kukuroo Mountain. This was the meat of something that probably took a team of armed mercenaries to bring down.

I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed the heavy silver cutlery and dug in.

The moment the first bite hit my tongue, my eyes rolled back into my head. It was incredible. The meat was impossibly tender, dissolving almost instantly, and a rush of pure, raw heat flooded down my throat and into my stomach. It wasn’t just calories; it was life force.

I ate like a man condemned. I tore through the magical beast meat, devoured the glowing vegetables, and drank the heavy broth directly from the bowl. I ignored Kasuga, who was standing perfectly still in the corner, though I could feel her eyes burning holes into the side of my head. Milluki usually ate like a pig, yes, but he ate junk. Watching him savagely tear into premium, hyper-nutritious beast meat must have been a highly confusing spectacle.

Finally, I scraped the last morsel off the plate. I leaned back in the heavy chair, a massive burp escaping my lips. I was stuffed to the absolute brim. My stomach felt like a tightly stretched drum.

And then, right on cue, the translucent blue screen flickered to life in my vision.

[Nutrient Intake Maximum Capacity Reached.]
[High-Energy Magical Beast matter detected.]
[System Query: Do you wish to convert the processed biomass into EXP, or Store as Fat?]

I nearly laughed out loud. ‘Store as fat?’ If I gained another pound, I was going to collapse into a singularity.

“Convert it into EXP,” I thought forcefully, ensuring I didn’t speak the words aloud.

The reaction was instantaneous.

The heavy, bloated, uncomfortable stretching in my stomach vanished. It didn’t fade slowly; it simply disappeared. Instead, a wave of profound, burning heat erupted from my core, rushing through my veins like liquid fire. I could literally feel the immense caloric density and the magical beast’s residual aura being violently broken down, purified, and assimilated by the Uchiha System.

[Biomass converted.]
[Effort calculated. Nutritional quality multiplier applied.]
[EXP +12]

A secondary, golden glow surrounded the blue screen. The glorious sound of a level-up chime echoed in my skull.

[Level Up!]
[Level Up!]

I gripped the arms of my chair, a manic thrill racing down my spine. It actually worked. Eating food—high-quality, magical world food—yielded a massive amount of EXP because the energy in the food is enormous.

The system screen refreshed, displaying my new parameters.

—

Name: Milluki Zoldyck

Bloodline: Uchiha Lv1 (0%)

Level: 3 (3/10)

Affinity: Fire Lv3, Yin Lv5, Yang Lv2

…

Health: 30/30

Chakra: 25/25

Fatigue: 0%

…

STR: 0

AGI: 0

VIT: 0

INT: 18

PER: 0

[Free Stat: 10]

…

Skill: Sharingan Lv1

—

I stared at the screen, analyzing the changes. Level three. Earning EXP just by eating was genuinely the most broken, beautiful exploit I could have ever hoped for.

My Health had jumped to 30, and my Chakra to 25. The fatigue meter had completely reset to zero percent, thanks to the level up.

I was so excited I almost ordered another plate. But when I shifted in my chair, I realized something.

The heavy bloating in my stomach was gone, yes. The calories had been burned into EXP. But the physical sensation of being ‘full’—the sheer volume of the meat stretching my internal organs—was still vaguely present. The system had stolen the nutrients and the energy, but my human stomach still had limits on how much physical mass it could hold at one time.

I couldn’t just sit here, eat infinitely like a black hole, and grind to Level 100 in an afternoon. I would physically rupture my stomach before the system could process it all. I had to wait for the physical matter to pass through my system naturally before I could gorge myself again.

‘Patience,’ I reminded myself. ‘Rome wasn’t built in a day, and an Uchiha god isn’t forged in a single lunch break.’

I needed to help the digestion process along. “Kasuga,” I grunted, using the table to push myself up. “Have the staff clean this up. I’m going for a walk.”

Kasuga’s eyes widened again, this time failing to hide it entirely. “A… walk, Master Milluki? Outside your quarters?”

“Yes, a walk!” I snapped, projecting annoyance. “My legs are cramping from the stress of being attacked. Don’t follow me. If Mama asks, tell her I’m walking around.”

“Understood,” she bowed, though her tone held a distinct trace of profound bewilderment.

I waddled out of the dining room, taking the long way around the grand, echoing corridors of my family’s wing. It was safe enough here; the staff kept their distance, and my terrifying parents were currently occupied with the fallout of Killua’s escape.

As I walked, enjoying the slight increase in my HP and Chakra making the physical movement just a fraction easier, I focused on the blinking prompt at the bottom of my screen.

[Free Stat: 10]

Every level gained gave me five free attribute points to distribute. This was the turning point. This was where I started clawing my way out of the pathetic abyss of zero-level stats.

I didn’t need Intelligence right now; eighteen was more than enough to handle basic planning. I needed a foundation. I needed to not die from a mild breeze.

I mentally tapped the screen, distributing the points with careful consideration.

‘Two points into Strength. Two points into Vitality. Two points into Perception. And four points into Agility.’

I put the lion’s share into Agility for one very simple reason: dragging this massive body around was pure torture. If AGI governed flexibility, speed, and balance, increasing it was the fastest way to gain actual mobility.

The moment I confirmed the allocation, my body seized up.

I gasped, leaning heavily against a marble pillar in the hallway. A searing, uncomfortable heat rushed through my muscle tissue. It felt like I had just been injected with a gallon of boiling espresso.

My heart hammered in my chest, but this time, it wasn’t failing; it was pumping thick, oxygen-rich blood through my veins at an accelerated rate. I squeezed my eyes shut as the system forcefully rewrote my physical baseline.

Underneath my oversized clothes, I could feel a strange shifting sensation. Sweat poured off me in buckets, pooling on the expensive stone floor. The dense layers of adipose tissue around my midsection felt like they were literally melting, the fat cells cannibalizing themselves to fuel the sudden, forced growth of my underlying muscle fibers.

When the heat finally subsided a minute later, I stood up straight. I felt… lighter.

I looked down at my hands. They were still plump, but the doughy, entirely useless softness had receded slightly. I patted my stomach. It was still huge, but I had definitely lost at least five kilograms of pure grease in the span of sixty seconds. I felt more balanced. I didn’t have to consciously focus just to keep my knees from buckling under my own weight.

I pulled up the system details, checking the math. According to the system’s help menu, the scaling in this world was absurd. One single stat point in Strength equated to roughly 500 kilograms of lifting power.

I now had 2 stat points in STR.

I looked at my hand, balling it into a fist. ‘My physical strength alone is currently 1 Ton.’

I could lift a small car. If I punched a normal human being from Earth, their head would probably come off.

A brief rush of absolute power surged through me, until I looked down the hallway and saw the reinforced steel doors leading to the testing courtyards.

My enthusiasm instantly flatlined.

‘Right. The Zoldyck family.’

Even the smallest, most basic door at the very front of the estate—the Testing Gate that tourists took pictures of—weighed four tons just for the first door. I was a literal, ton-lifting superhuman by Earth’s standards, and I was still completely incapable of opening my own front gate to get the mail.

“This world is a sick, twisted joke,” I muttered to myself, though I couldn’t stop a small grin from forming. Still. A ton was better than zero.

—

While I was out pacing the halls and sweating out my body weight in grease, Kasuga had not remained idle.

In a secluded, spartan office located in the butler’s wing, Head Butler Gotoh sat behind a dark oak desk. He was a tall, imposing man with slicked-back hair, sharp eyes hidden behind narrow glasses, and an aura of absolute, unwavering authority. He was currently flipping a coin across his knuckles with terrifying speed.

Kasuga stood at attention before the desk, delivering her report.

“…and then he demanded a highly nutritious meal, entirely refusing his usual snacks. He consumed an entire roasted portion of a Class-D Magical Beast, and subsequently went for a brisk walk around his sector, forbidding me from following.”

Gotoh caught the coin, his hand snapping shut with a sharp ‘clack’. He adjusted his glasses, his expression unreadable.

“Master Milluki is willingly engaging in physical activity? And altering his diet?” Gotoh’s deep voice held a note of profound skepticism.

“Yes, sir. It was… highly unusual. His demeanor was typical, but his actions were entirely contradictory to his established patterns. Should I inform Master Silva of this development?”

Gotoh was silent for a long moment, staring out the window toward the heavy fog rolling over the mountain.

“No,” Gotoh finally said, his tone decisive. “Master Silva is currently deeply occupied with the fallout of Master Killua’s… departure. He has ordered no interruptions unless it pertains to external threats or immediate family emergencies.”

“But Master Milluki’s sudden change—”

Gotoh raised a hand, silencing her. “Consider the context, Kasuga. Master Milluki is a creature of deep pride and deeper insecurities. Master Killua just violently assaulted him, humiliated him, and left him bleeding on the floor, all while proving his absolute superiority as the heir to the family.”

Kasuga nodded slowly, following Gotoh’s flawless, yet entirely incorrect, logic.

“Master Milluki’s pride has been deeply wounded,” Gotoh continued, slipping the coin into his pocket. “He feels ashamed of his weakness in the face of his younger brother. It is only natural that he would have a sudden, spiteful urge to better himself, to train, to change his diet in a desperate bid to prove he is not entirely useless. It is a phase. He will likely abandon this ‘training’ within a week when the physical toll becomes too much for him.”

“I understand, sir,” Kasuga bowed.

“Monitor him, but do not interfere. And above all, do not disturb the Patriarchy with a report that Master Milluki decided to take a walk. You are dismissed.”

—

Blissfully unaware that the Head Butler had just perfectly rationalized my out-of-character behavior and provided me with the ultimate cover story, I spent the rest of the day diligently executing my new master plan.

During the afternoon, when my stomach finally settled, I clapped for Kasuga and demanded a second meal. More magical beast meat. More glowing vegetables. I ate until I felt sick, converted the mass into EXP, and earned another 10 EXP.

By the time evening rolled around, I did it again. Another massive plate, another conversion, another 12 EXP.

As I lay in my bed that night, the heavy silk sheets draped over my shrinking frame, I did the math.

I was earning roughly 10 to 12 EXP per meal. With three massive meals a day, that was 30 to 36 units of EXP without doing absolutely any physical labor other than chewing and digesting.

I stared up at the dark ceiling of my bedroom, unable to sleep due to the sheer adrenaline coursing through my system. The Zoldyck family was a terrifying, psychopathic nightmare, yes. But looking at it from another angle… it was absolute heaven for anyone who wanted to become stronger.

The resources here were limitless. The food was so dense with aura and life-force that it acted like a cheat code. I remembered the original anime plotline. Gon, Kurapika, and Leorio—three entirely normal kids—managed to increase their physical strength from a few hundred kilograms to several tons in just fifteen days simply by wearing heavy vests and living in the servants’ quarters.

That was the marvel of Kukuroo Mountain. The sheer environmental pressure and the quality of the resources forced rapid evolution.

With the EXP earned from dinner, the system chimed twice more in the darkness of my room.

[Level Up!]
[Level Up!]

I pulled up the final stat screen for the day, distributing my new free points with a practiced mental flick.

I had dumped another four points into Agility, and spread the rest evenly.

The moment the Agility points locked in, another wave of intense heat washed over me in the dark. I groaned, burying my face in the pillows as the system aggressively burned away another massive layer of fat, optimizing my body for the new stat parameters.

I was losing weight rapidly. In a normal world, dropping ten or fifteen kilograms in a single day would be a glaring, terrifying medical anomaly that would have doctors rushing me to an ER.

But not here.

—

Name: Milluki Zoldyck

Bloodline: Uchiha Lv1 (0%)

Level: 5 (1/21)

Affinity: Fire Lv3, Yin Lv5, Yang Lv2

…

Health: 50/50

Chakra: 35/35

Fatigue: 0%

…

STR: 4

AGI: 8

VIT: 4

INT: 18

PER: 4

…

Skill: Sharingan Lv1

—

I smiled into my pillow.

In this world, people could manifest lightning from their fingertips. There were magical beasts that could perfectly transform into human beings to trick travelers. A sudden, drastic change in physique due to the awakening of Nen or intense physical trauma was practically a Tuesday occurrence.

Not only that, but I had noticed something important during my stat distributions. The system provided the ‘effect’ of the attributes immediately—the fat loss for Agility, the raw power for Strength—but it took time for the actual, physical body to adjust to the new reality.

My muscles were growing at an incredibly accelerated rate, restructuring themselves beneath my skin, but it wasn’t instant magic. I didn’t suddenly look like a bodybuilder. I was just a slightly less morbidly obese teenager who could currently deadlift a pickup truck.

I closed my eyes, the gentle thrum of my newly acquired Chakra pooling warmly in my stomach.

Killua was gone. The Hunter Exam was starting. And the ‘useless’ Milluki Zoldyck was officially grinding his way to Godhood, one steak at a time.