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]

Fear had been an underlying emotion for everyone alive in this day and age, and the father-son duo thought they knew fear.

But then, apparently, there was still dread.

The creature's eyes glowed with an unnatural light, its gaze locking onto Talen and Kael as if sensing their intrusion.

The beast was stalking them—an odd sensation considering that the beast was one giant tortoise.

It moved sluggishly but with an ominous inevitability, each step causing the lake to bubble and hiss as it exuded pools of acidic corruption.

If anything, it should be what used to be a lake.

Because frankly, no one would classify that as one, considering the current conditions.

For had they touched that still body of liquid, their mechas would've started corroding.

"Kael, run!" Talen shouted, drawing his blade—a relic from his younger days as a mecha pilot. But even as he spoke, he knew escape was futile.

Trapped