Help, I’m in Another World and All the Men Are So Hot! [BL]
Damien Crowell was just a regular high school student who took a regular tunnel on his way to school—until one day, that tunnel spit him out into a completely different world. Instead of his usual path, he finds himself in a dark forest that stretches on for days, running on nothing but sheer stubbornness and a tiny water bottle. Just when he thinks he's going to die, he stumbles upon a castle straight out of a fairy tale (or a theme park) and promptly passes out. When he wakes up, he's in a prison cell, surrounded by confusingly handsome men who speak gibberish—until a beautiful, horned beastman with perfect hair and a translator necklace finally lets him understand. Now, trapped in a fantasy world where every guy looks like they stepped out of a modeling agency, Damien’s biggest challenge isn’t just survival—it’s trying to figure out why *he* always looks like a mess in comparison. Can he make it back home, or will he end up staying just to admire all the beautiful faces? Join Damien as he navigates a strange new world, awkward introductions, and a whole lot of unexpected feels in this hilarious, fantasy adventure! Check my Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/Aoki_Kun520 Join my Patreon: patreon.com/Aoki_Kun520 Join my LINE Group: https://line.me/R/ti/g/r8NgVY8w5F
Marks of Ownership
"Hmm… Ah, please don't look so threatening. The moment I leave this room, my memory of its contents will be erased," the trader said calmly.
Damien hoped the trader wouldn't forget that he'd purchased these people.
He picked up the tray and approached the younger brothers who are lying motionless on the floor.
…This didn't look good.
All four were breathing faintly but still alive, barely.
"Ely! Do you know any recovery magic?" Damien called out desperately.
"Unfortunately, while there's magic to heal injuries or illness, there's none to cure exhaustion," Elyon replied.
That sounded familiar—he remembered hearing the same when dealing with Theo.
There was no other choice. Water would have to do for now. Damien gently lifted the smallest brother's upper body and brought the cup to his lips.
"Can you drink? Hey, it's water. Water," Damien said softly.
The boy didn't respond, not even when Damien lightly patted his cheeks.