I died.
My soul hovered near the ceiling, looking down at my bloated corpse lying on the bed, my face ashen.
Five days of starving myself, and I hadn't managed to lose a single pound. Instead, I'd starved myself to death.
"Look, everyone! My special double cheese fried chicken burger!" The familiar voice drifted in from next door.
My twin sister, Zhen Shunshun ("Smooth"), was live-streaming. Piled high in front of her were mountains of high-calorie food: golden crispy fried chicken, pancakes drenched in chocolate, fizzy cola.
Her chopsticks picked up a piece of fatty, glistening pork belly. Her red lips parted, and as she bit down, an expression of pure bliss crossed her face.
The live chat scrolled frantically:
[Shunshun's eating is so beautiful!]
[OMG, how many calories is this meal?!]
[So jealous of people who can eat anything and never gain weight!]
"My sister is the impressive one," Shunshun lowered her voice conspiratorially, her eyes flicking towards my room. "She can gain weight just by looking at food! Hahaha!"
My soul trembled with rage.
In my final moments alive, I'd heard her fake concern: "Yuanyuan, stop torturing yourself. Some people are just destined to be fat. Accept it."
Someone in the chat asked: [Why is your sister so quiet today?]
A barely perceptible smirk curved Shunshun's lips. "Who knows? Probably sleeping. That fat pig only knows how to eat and sleep." She leaned closer to the camera, whispering just loud enough for the audience: "Want to know a secret? I just peeked into her room... I think she might be... dead." She instantly switched to a panicked expression. "Oh! I'm joking! Don't take it seriously!"
My soul felt struck by lightning.
She *knew* I was dead, and she was still streaming? Still *eating*?
After the stream ended, Shunshun turned off the camera. The panic vanished instantly.
Casually forking a piece of cake into her mouth, she picked up her phone and dialed. "Mom, you need to come home. That fat cow actually starved herself to death. Serves her right for dreaming she could be like me." Hanging up, she spoke to the air: "System, were all the calories from today transferred to that damned fatty?"
A mechanical voice replied: "Host, rest assured. 100% of ingested calories have been transferred to the bound target, Zhen Yuanyuan. Weight data will continue updating after death."
"Perfect." Shunshun smiled, sweet yet venomous. "Let her die a fat pig too. Her tombstone should read: 'Here lies a sow.'"
So that was it!
All my failed diets, all the inexplicable weight gain – it was all because of this "Fat Transfer System"!
Just then, a blinding white light enveloped me.
"Zhen Yuanyuan, are you willing to bind with the system?" an ethereal voice asked.
"I AM!"
My soul answered without a shred of hesitation. "I want every pound Shunshun gains from eating to be subtracted from her weight instead of added to mine! Every bite she takes will become a dagger piercing her heart!"
"As you wish."