The Fat Transfer System

The commentator seemed surprised to see me getting food.

"Looks like contestant Cecilia is finally ready to eat. Let's see what she's chosen!

"Buffalo wings, hot chicken, jalapeño poppers, spicy chili..."

He laughed mockingly. "It looks like contestant Cecilia really is a rookie. Does she think she's here for a casual meal?"

The livestream chat was losing it.

[Even I know that spicy, oily, and heavy foods fill you up the fastest. A few bites and you're done. Is she actually stupid or just pretending?]

[She can't handle competitive eating, so now she's going for the spice tolerance angle? Hilarious!]

Despite being busy eating, Selina managed to roll her eyes at me. "Idiot! Hope you choke on it!"

I sat down calmly, picked up my fork, and efficiently polished off a plate of buffalo wings with perfect grace.

Selina's expression changed instantly. She stopped eating and clutched her stomach with a confused look on her face.

My lips curved upward as I continued eating, one piece after another.

Selina's face grew redder and redder. Her expression became increasingly pained, and sweat beaded on her forehead.

By the time I finished an entire platter of buffalo wings, she could no longer straighten her back.

"It hurts! My stomach hurts so much..."

Of course it hurt.

Selina was allergic to chili peppers. She could never eat spicy food.

Today, I would have her enjoy ten times the burn.

I rapidly stuffed food into my mouth while Selina writhed on the ground in pain.

She seemed to realize something. Her eyes bulged with fury as she pointed at me with a shaking finger. "It's you! What did you do?

"Stop eating! Don't eat anymore!"

Everyone present froze in shock.

The livestream was full of confusion.

[What's wrong with Selina? Just because she's losing doesn't mean she can stop others from eating.]

[She looks like she's in real pain though. Did she have some kind of attack?]

[Eating that much for years probably gave her stomach problems. Such a shame. She was the favorite to win.]

I ignored Selina's screams and consumed all the spicy food in front of her, even drinking every drop of the chili broth.

Her entire face turned crimson. She collapsed on the ground unable to speak, her whole body rigid as if fighting to hold something back.

The commentator cautiously approached her. "Contestant Selina, where does it hurt? Should we call a doctor for you..."

"Pffft!"

Yellow liquid suddenly sprayed from Selina's backside, drenching the commentator’s head. The stench rapidly spread across the competition floor.

Selina's expression relaxed for a brief moment. The commentator completely lost it and let out a scream.

"What the hell?!"