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Forced Transmigration: Not This World!

Transmigrating into the last game he played before his death, Kenj or Ace, as he is known now, got stuck in the latest, most popular Otome Game. Cursing his luck, he began to notice that this cute little game is not as he thought it was. *Not my cover art.

Winter_Iris · Fantasy
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184 Chs

Player!

"Ace!" The boy's doors opened all of a sudden as he was beginning to wear his shirt. 

Turning, he saw River in front of him, grinning and neatly dressed. 

"You are up early." Ace said as the boy's eyes landed on his body. "What are you staring at?" 

"You are ripped. So ripped." The boy said, ogling his body covered in some scars. Especially the one at his chest.

Is that even a term they would kn-? Why am I even questioning this? There are such things as student councils when there does not even exist phones. 

Lines of communications like phones are there, but they aren't as ... advanced. 

They have been using modern terms though it seems like something medieval. Everything is just mixed up.

"I see," he said, sheepishly. 

I am not used to having a toned body in my old life. I could never gain muscle, no matter how much I tried. Let me just enjoy this. 

"How did you get so jacked?"