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 honestly took a while to recover from Luca's earning methods.

But after everything they have seen in the past two weeks alone, their hearts and minds have been strengthened.

If someone said that the corrupted beasts could start speaking, this group of friends would likely nod and proceed to meditation.

Yeah, they were already at that point in their young lives.

It was just that one slightly taller shorty had been anxious since birth. And was now trying to cope by snacking and fiddling.

Obviously, as much as he could accept his brother's greatness, that didn't mean he couldn't think up all the ways that other beings would find his brother even more interesting.

So, he worried and fretted like a little hen.

And one that had to face this fretting was one perennially overworked assistant who had to move his head around to see his entire dashboard properly.

The Lake