“Unlucky” would be the nice way to describe Lucas’ luck. He wasn’t just down bad. He was practically cursed.

As someone who never asked to exist, he’s had to experience medical torture, imprisonment, and eventually death. And that was just his first life.

Then, just as he thought of escaping his fate, he transmigrates into the body of the Empire’s most useless Flower Vase. 

Great, now he should have status, wealth, and beauty, right?

Wrong.

Because his new body, Young Lord Luca Kyros, was a vegetable. And what’s worse was that no one else seemed to know the truth. To everyone else, he was just your typical rebellious heir. 

He wouldn’t have minded that. He was used to being called a harlot or similar names for being a defective Guide. But the problem was he woke up right smack in the middle of the Royal Military Academy’s Assessment test.

And his double body, the one who should be attending school, perished in an ambush.

So now, he’s forced to resolve his existential crisis while attending a school he never even enrolled in. 

He’ll have to conquer his flimsy body, his brooding roommate, and his picky-eater “dungeon”—all that on top of surviving impending doom.

Someone definitely needs a miracle.

"I-I have a question," he stammered, visibly sweating. "Is this the part where everyone just drops dead from shock?"


Surprisingly, Princess Kira shook her head solemnly.


"No, Ollie. This is the part where the Orcish King picks up the nearest banquet table and THROWS it."


D-29 shrieked, its prompts weirdly a mix of poppers and giant Xs.


Ada sighed long and deep. "Here we go."


Kira leaned forward, eyes gleaming with chaos.


"Apparently, the bride couldn't tell them. But that didn't mean nothing had been done because the bride ended up showing them instead."


A hush fell over the small group as Kira continued. The story unfolded like an ancient drama that had been passed down through traumatized generations.


Inside the wedding hall, the bride's eyes widened with sudden clarity. She stared straight at the crying intruder, who seemed lost in her own dramatic meltdown.


Chapter 751 - The Tears, The Table, and The Truth