K_Contiello

Auri doesn’t care about repairing old books that no one bothers to read anymore. What he wants is to finish the game he’s been working on since forever. But after a fire nearly kills him, and then he wakes up in a fantasy world with a strange system that perceives the world as a grand library, he realizes that learning book restoration is a priority if he wants to ensure his survival.

As he navigates the world of Arkanis, Auri finds himself entangled with dangerously captivating men who bear striking resemblance to the characters of his unfinished game. There’s Darius, the untrusting wanderer; Kaleo, the flirty inquisitor; Clyde, the bloodthirsty mage; Wrye, the indomitable underground fighter; Heirax, the stoic archivist; and Jiang Yijun, the cunning diplomat from the east. But among these men, the one with missing pages to his story holds the strongest claim to his heart.

But in a world where history is being tampered by unforeseen forces, love is a dangerous gamble. It could overwrite the past, but at the risk of losing oneself. Yet, if Auri restores the pages of a deleted past, the world may fall apart beyond repair. 

Will there ever be room for love to flourish, or is it a doomed path from the very beginning?

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This is a BL Otome-inspired story with 1 MC and 6 MLs:
- MC X Grumpy ML (Darius)
- MC X Flirty ML (Kaleo)
- MC X Psycho ML (Clyde)
- MC X Protective ML (Wrye)
- MC X Intelligent ML (Heirax)
- MC X Scheming ML (Yijun) 
Every ML can be a potential end-game ML and shares different dynamic with MC. If this type of story interests you, then do give BRS a try! :)

Book Restoration System: Savior Of The Forsaken Legends [BL]

Auri stared at the numbered flyer being handed over to him, then brought a hand to reach for the parchment he made. But just as he was about to take the flyer, Hawad cut through in between him and the stranger.

"Sir, you should give that to me," Hawad said, offering his empty palm with a forced smile. "And—uh—you're a bit too close. Back off a little, yeah?"

Was Hawad seriously trying to act territorial? To a walking wall of muscle who could fold him in half?

The man only raised a thick brow, visibly amused, but he didn't move an inch. He only looked down at Hawad, like he's staring at an ant who just stopped him mid-step. When he shifted, Hawad shuffled back a couple of steps instead.

"O-On second thought, I'll just, uh... let Auri handle the rest." Hawad handed the flyers of the other winners to Auri and composed himself with a cough into his hand. "It's his business, anyway."

The Art Of Bait And Business (part 3)