"Oi, I'm not Awakened but if you give me food and weapons, I'll register as one!" - With no usable combat ability, graphic artist Lee Ryujin had no other choice in order to survive but to enlist in the military with an Awakened status. After he gets himself a one-way ticket to a mysterious Rift, he wakes up inside an imperial palace of a civilization with magic. A handsome man with a crown? Not a king but an emperor? And Ryujin is supposed to be the Prime Minister? What? Must he try to get into the emperor's good graces? In what bullshit novel did he suddenly-oh, it's not an isekai or transmigration? "Your Majesty! There's a misunderstanding! Don't send me to the frontlines. I'm not Awakened!" Watch as our taciturn MC finds himself clumsily tiptoeing between two worlds. **Slowburn BL with stoic top x hopeless tyrant bottom

One glimpse became a habit. One taste became a craving. Before he realized it, he was under the influence. Juancho Lorenzo Moretti grew up in Italy. Naniniwala siya na ang mundo ay isang malaking palaruan at ang mga babae ang kanyang mga tropeyo. Arrogant, reckless, and dangerously charming, he breezed through life expecting it to bend to his will. He was the king of his own world. Nothing could shake his confidence . . . until Blaire Salazar rejected him. Instead, the girl he liked chose Aldous Azrael Hidalgo, his classmate. Isang lalakeng para kay Juancho ay anino lang at walang puwang sa kanyang antas. The sting of that rejection cut deeper than he imagined, twisting his disbelief into a fierce, burning hatred. He became obsessed with the idea of putting Aldous back in his place, convinced that someone like him shouldn't even be in the same room as a Moretti. But the power dynamic shifts when Juancho accidentally uncovers a secret about Aldous . . . A silent bond that ties them together in a way he never expected - turning his bitter hatred into something more dangerous that might just consume them both.