"Impudent! You dare go against the Crown Princess?!" one of the royal guards barked, drawing his blade in a fit of rage.
His anger was directed at a young man—snow-white hair, piercing blue eyes, a gaze sharp and unwavering. There was nobility in his posture, grace in the way he held himself. He radiated elegance, but more than that… he radiated danger.
The ballroom fell silent.
Every gaze snapped to the young man, yet no one spoke. No one dared to interrupt.
Everyone was interested on how the situation will unfold.
After all, very few would dare oppose the Crown Princess. But this man—he was no ordinary noble. He was the sole heir of the Iskander Dukedom, Kevin Von Iskander .
To the nobles watching, his defiance made perfect sense.
A duke's son. Power, status, influence. Enough to shield him from retaliation. That's what they must have thought.
But I knew better.
He wasn't standing tall because of his bloodline.
He was standing tall… because he was one of the Six Main Characters.
Not that he knew that himself. Not yet.
And how do I know?
Well, let's rewind.
My name? Irrelevant.
What matters is this: I'm not from this world.
I was a scientist back on Earth. A man obsessed with unlocking human potential—genetic engineering, neural evolution, alien tech—whatever it took to elevate humanity past mortality.
One of my greatest leads was an ancient relic—something not of this Earth. I believed it was left behind by an alien civilization far beyond our comprehension. I dedicated years to decoding it.
But fate has a twisted sense of humor.
One moment I was in my lab.The next? I woke up in a palace.
In the body of Lucien Kaelith Vaelthrone, the youngest prince of the mighty Vaelthrone Empire. No blessings. No talent. No destiny.
Just average. In every way. But somehow lucky enough to have a handsome face. Jet black hair and red eyes. A proof of Vaelthrone bloodline and the only reason thats giving me a privilage as a prince.
If this were a novel, I'd have rolled my eyes and closed the tab. But here I was—living it.
And here's the kicker:
This world isn't random.
It's the world of a game I used to play back in college.A game called "LOVE IS WAR."
To some, it was a romantic comedy RPG—flirting, dating, academy life.
To others, it was an intense adventure game with strategy, politics, and a climactic god-slaying quest—depending on the choices you made.
But the core mechanic was always the same:
Six main characters. Three male, three female.Each chosen and empowered by one of six gods.
They were rivals—competing for godhood. Which is unknown to them.The final boss? The Demon God.
Only one among the six could ascend after defeating it. The rest?Still vital. They had to be raised, trained, and brought into your party to survive the journey.
But here's where it got cruel:
You needed them strong enough to help.But not strong enough to surpass—or betray—you.
It wasn't just about surviving.It was about managing allies, outsmarting enemies, and winning the game with your chosen main character.
And now here I'm :
Stuck inside a character who didn't even show up in the game.Or maybe he did… and I just didn't notice.
Prince Lucien. A background prop. A forgotten royal.
But this time, I will complete my research in a new way.
Defeat the Demon God.
Ascend to godhood.