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
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Since Elyon didn't have any language classes today, that might be the reason.
Damien did feel a little guilty about relaxing alone while everyone else was working, but according to Leonide, this was a necessary time for him.
It was still early in the morning, so the mansion wasn't fully operational yet.
Of course, the staff had already woken up earlier than them and started working, but it wasn't yet perfect, or so Leonide had explained.
Damien didn't mind the imperfection, but Leonide and the others had emphasized that it was a matter of pride for the staff.
So, people like Damien and Theo, the masters of the house, were expected to stay in their rooms for a while longer and pass the time.
Most people would be doing work they could do in their rooms, reading letters that had arrived in the morning, or receiving reports of what had happened the previous night. But since Damien didn't have anything like that to do, he was just relaxing for now.