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
Deciphering the Past
Damien found himself in the peculiar position of reading someone else's diary.
Well, admittedly, diaries of people from the past often served as valuable historical resources. Even in Earth's history, both people on Earth and world history included the journals of notable figures as critical references.
Feeling slightly apologetic toward Yegor Tretyakov, Damien decided to proceed.
"Alright," Damien said. "But, like I mentioned before, this is so old that I might not be able to read much of it. If that happens, I'm sorry."
After all, ancient texts were typically the domain of specialized scholars. Even historical documents found in textbooks often used cursive scripts that looked like snakes wriggling across the page. Damien wasn't sure how much of it he could make out.