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
How long did he plan on sticking around, anyway?
The study's gleaming set of gold-trimmed sofas came into view, and sprawled across one of them was Leonide, looking utterly exhausted.
"Leonide!" Damien called out, rushing over in alarm. But Leonide wasn't dead—or even unconscious. He was simply too drained to sit up, not even reacting when Damien reached him.
Whatever conversation he'd had with Sebas had clearly taken everything out of him.
Damien couldn't help but stare, concerned as he looked over Leonide, who was clearly exhausted, contrary to his earlier assurance that he wouldn't overdo it.
Was he not expecting the challenge that came with confronting Sebas?
As much as Damien wanted to praise Leonide for his effort, he wasn't sure if he had that right. But then, Leonide's weak voice called out to him.
"...Master…"
"Huh? W-What? Should I get you some water or something?"
"I… did my best… so… can you… pat my head…?"