Kairie

“Unlucky” would be the nice way to describe Lucas’ luck. He wasn’t just down bad. He was practically cursed.

As someone who never asked to exist, he’s had to experience medical torture, imprisonment, and eventually death. And that was just his first life.

Then, just as he thought of escaping his fate, he transmigrates into the body of the Empire’s most useless Flower Vase. 

Great, now he should have status, wealth, and beauty, right?

Wrong.

Because his new body, Young Lord Luca Kyros, was a vegetable. And what’s worse was that no one else seemed to know the truth. To everyone else, he was just your typical rebellious heir. 

He wouldn’t have minded that. He was used to being called a harlot or similar names for being a defective Guide. But the problem was he woke up right smack in the middle of the Royal Military Academy’s Assessment test.

And his double body, the one who should be attending school, perished in an ambush.

So now, he’s forced to resolve his existential crisis while attending a school he never even enrolled in. 

He’ll have to conquer his flimsy body, his brooding roommate, and his picky-eater “dungeon”—all that on top of surviving impending doom.

Someone definitely needs a miracle.

The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL]

It was as if a parallel world existed.

Two people were genuinely conversing about the sudden presence of a giant bruise.

"Hngh!" Luca gasped because Xavier's thumb brushed against the swollen area. It wasn't that painful, but Luca was surprised that it was even there.

He doesn't really go around touching his chest, and didn't think it'd be that bad. Now, he even started wondering if the injury looked too serious for someone to react like this.

Luca decided to look in the mirror after.

"Was it that bad? I didn't get to see it."

"Now, when you actually have to see things, you don't even look. Maybe you should reconsider your priorities?" Xavier deadpanned after remembering how Luca was keen on seeing the action but couldn't be bothered to check if his fragile body was holding up.

His skin was soft, and now it's gotten like this.

Collective Filter