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]

The exam consisted of two parts. The first half was a shooting exam, while the second part was what most were looking forward to: the individual matches.

Ollie was the only one waiting for them outside. However, he wasn't just busy cheering for everyone. He was also trying to fight off a new worry.

What if they don't pass, and he's left there to be forced to join other guilds? His worry was because of guilt, not because he felt they couldn't do it.

Ollie knew that he took up most of Luca's time to practice and study, and every day he got better was another day to pile up more guilt.

His improvement came with a steep price: it was in exchange for his good brother's practice time.

Ollie was sure as hell nervous, and it didn't help that he was seated next to these people who wouldn't shut up about the bets they made.

Individual Battles