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[After getting into a car accident, I woke up to find myself in the world of a novel.]
They say familiar flavors are the best, and the book Seo Yoon picked again was another transmigration-themed story.
Adjusting the bridge of his glasses, he slowly started reading the familiar opening scene.
“If you’re bored, read this.”
A BL novel recommended by a friend who knew he was gay.
Ever since Seo Yoon dove into it, he’d been devouring the story nonstop for days.
Having just recently gotten accepted into college and left with nothing else to do, this was pure heaven.
He was so immersed that he didn’t hear anything around him.
Just as he reached the climax—when the top was about to pounce on the bottom—
Ding!
“Ugh, what the hell!”
Annoyed, Seo Yoon checked his phone.
A bright red notification box hovered on the screen, showing 99+ unread messages.
What the actual hell.
The flood of messages rivaled even the clingiest obsessive tops in BL novels.
Seo Yoon’s brows twitched in irritation.
[Kang Dohoon: Hey, come drink with me]
[Kang Dohoon: Hey!]
[Kang Dohoon: I’m guilty for recommending you that BL novel]
[Kang Dohoon: I said come drink with me — seriously]
[Kang Dohoon: SEO YOOOON!!]
[Kang Dohoon: I’ll keep sending messages until you answer]
Even after scrolling and scrolling, the messages didn’t seem to end.
With practiced indifference, Seo Yoon scrolled all the way to the bottom without reading any of them, then let out a heavy sigh and started getting dressed.
“Seriously. It’s not like I have any other friends.”
It was the same pattern every time.
Kang Dohoon, who had only just turned twenty, was already drinking almost every day.
Seo Yoon, knowing all too well about his drunken habits, smiled faintly.
“Wonder what book I’ll get today.”
Dohoon had this habit of drunkenly shoving his card at Seo Yoon, telling him to buy whatever books he wanted.
Anyone else might have turned him down, but Seo Yoon saw no reason to refuse.
‘He told me to buy it, so why would I say no?’
Besides, for something as trivial as a few books, there was no need to feel guilty.
Kang Dohoon was loaded—his ridiculously generous allowance from his chaebol parents took care of everything.
If he were just an average guy, Seo Yoon probably would’ve refused.
Throwing on a gray hoodie and zipping it all the way up, Seo Yoon stepped outside reluctantly, only for the icy wind to slap his face.
“…Should’ve worn my padded coat.”
Early February.
Even with the hoodie being fleece-lined, it was obviously still freezing.
‘…Whatever, it’s just around the corner.’
Dohoon’s go-to bar was only a 10-minute walk away.
Seo Yoon figured he could handle that much, especially if he ran a bit.
Pulling his hood over his head, he started moving.
‘Ugh, the light…’
As if the cold wasn’t enough, now the traffic light wasn’t cooperating either.
When he exhaled, little clouds of white breath floated up into the air.
About two minutes passed before the pedestrian light finally turned green.
As soon as it did, he stepped forward—
HOOOONK!
Apparently, one driver didn’t see the light—or just didn’t care.
A car came barreling toward him at full speed.
By the time Seo Yoon realized what was happening, his body was already in the air.
He hit the ground hard, tumbling over, and warm liquid started trickling from his forehead.
His eyes grew heavier, and darkness closed in.
‘Seriously? This is such a transmigration cliché.’
He shouldn’t have even thought it.
Because the next time he opened his eyes, he wasn’t in his own body anymore.
He’d been transmigrated—inside the R-rated, twisted BL novel ‘Ravished Bloom’—as the main bottom character, Eren Nefendis.
“What the hell is wrong with this emperor, starting wars every damn day?!”
Eren, once again summoned to the battlefield, stared in disbelief at the imperial decree.
Another war. It felt totally surreal, but his face showed more irritation than shock.
Of course, he hadn’t accepted this insane situation right away.
He’d tried everything to escape this messed-up world—but it hadn’t taken long to realize nothing worked.
It had already been two months since he transmigrated in this body.
Seeing gold leaf wastefully plastered over what was essentially just a piece of paper, Eren scowled and threw the decree to the floor.
Disrespecting an imperial order was considered treason, and his butler scrambled to pick it up, worried his master might get dragged before the emperor.
“My Lord, no matter how angry you are, you can’t just toss the decree like that…”
Sure, war was bad—but the real nightmare was the swarm of psychos waiting for him at the war.
Having read the original novel, Eren knew exactly when, how, and by whom he’d be attacked.
Royal insults be damned—none of that mattered to him anymore.
The novel ‘Ravished Bloom’ was pure smut.
As expected in a “twisted and tragic” story, the main top, the side tops, even random soldier #1—all of them pounced on Eren the moment their eyes met his.
In other words, let your guard down and—bam—there goes your chastity.
‘No way I’m losing mine. Ever.’
In most stories, readers usually have a favorite.
But not in Ravished Bloom.
Every single guy in it was a starved beast, and Eren was their only prey.
‘There’s not a single decent human being in this world.’
Worst of all, the battlefield was the gathering ground for all the worst lunatics.
And just because they were the leads, they had OP-level sword skills and kept earning “war hero” titles.
Fortunately—or maybe not—this part of the story was set a month before the original timeline began.
Eren could already feel the creepy stares from predators who had set their sights on him, but nothing had happened yet.
Still, he wasn’t about to let his guard down.
[Count Eren Nefendis is hereby ordered to participate in the war against the Trovien Empire as a commanding officer.]
Despite being all skin and bones, he somehow had enough brains to always get picked as commander.
“…Haah.”
Eren groaned and clutched his head as the stress triggered a throbbing headache.
‘There’s gotta be a way out of this.’
In the upcoming war against the Trovien Empire, the Epentel Empire wins a major victory—thanks to none other than Eren’s strategic brilliance.
Since he already knew how the battle played out, he wasn’t too worried about that.
The problem was the celebration that followed.
‘If we win, it’s first night with the main top on the terrace. If we lose, it’s a brutal death ending…’
No in-between.
None.
Feeling increasingly bitter, Eren slammed his fist on the desk.
With nothing but bones in his hand, pain shot through his pinky.
Ignoring the imperial decree wasn’t an option either—it would mean beheading or the total destruction of his family.
‘There’s gotta be a way out…’
He racked his brain hard, but nothing good came to mind.
Apparently, his brilliance only worked when it came to battlefield tactics.
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