Song Yan has spent ten years in a world overrun by alien beasts, ever since he transmigrated there with a broken gold shovel.
A disastrous start: he became an orphan in the underground city, with a smaller body but a sharp mind, able to solve any problem. Along the way, he even picked up a stray younger brother.
Other transmigrators get golden fingers galore!
But not him. Not only did he fail to awaken as a Sentinel, but that lousy shovel's gacha System was a complete rip-off: no attack power, no intelligence, no pity system. He wasted ten years on it and got nothing but noise.
Then, finally, one day, he drew two bottles of awakening fluid.
At last, fortune smiled on him. Heaven be praised!
He awakened as a low-grade Sentinel.
A low-grade Sentinel was still a Sentinel. He'd make do.
Just as he was thriving in the ruined district under a secret identity, becoming its biggest arms dealer...
"Young master! This old servant has finally found you. Come home with us!"
What?!
Wasn't he supposed to have transmigrated alone?
How had he become the real young master who'd been cast aside in a switched-at-birth story? Where on earth had he landed?
The fake young master was a precious S-rank Guide, while he was a good-for-nothing who'd failed to awaken. It was obvious who mattered more, so...
Father: "From now on, you're his fiance."
*
Song Yan had two things on his mind. First, his fiance was exactly his type, but was undeniably a man. Second, the moment he arrived on campus, he became the enemy of the entire school.
Worse, his roommate was that very fiance, who had once been engaged to the fake young master's younger brother.
The whole school waited for a show, betting on how many days it would take before he got torn to pieces.
But...
His roommate's eyes were bloodshot as he pinned him down. "Come on, let me hold you..."
"I'll just rub against you. We're both guys, what are you afraid of?"
Song Yan was speechless. Song Yan froze.
Anyone would panic with a gun pressed against their back, the tension ready to snap at any moment!
Then things got even more outrageous.
The school doctor looked at him with a complicated expression and told him the test results had revealed a shocking mistake: he wasn't a low-grade Sentinel at all.
He was the Federation's first SSS-rank offensive Guide in a hundred years.
The news sent the whole school into a frenzy.
He began running for his life, but he was already caught in a web.
His fiance: So what if you're a Guide? Baby, I was on top even when you were a Sentinel.
His brother, back from the dead: I was away from my brother for just a little while. How could he go around flirting with everyone? What an insatiable glutton.
The Federation's only SS-rank general: We're a perfect match. We were meant to be each other's one and only.
His roommate: Our families were going to arrange our marriage anyway. You were always meant to be my wife.
Song Yan, doing his best to keep smiling: It's fine. Worst comes to worst, I'll delete my account and start over!
*
A melodramatic love polygon, complete with running and chasing, secret identities exposed, and escaping one den of snakes only to fall into another tiger's lair.
A writing exercise, pure wish fulfillment with no need for logic. Don't ask who gets their wish fulfilled...
Theme: Even when trapped in danger, find a way through and live well.
