Pardon My Showing Off, It's Just My Racial Gift

Just a second ago, Lan Ye had passed the elven coming-of-age trials, distinguished himself among his generation, and stood beneath the Tree of Life awaiting his crown. The next second, he was on the street, getting beaten up by a few blond punks, unable to move a muscle. The proud, aloof elven prince had this to say: “Fuck you! I’ll kill you within three days!” Oh, I forgot to mention: Lan Ye is a half-breed, with one-third dwarf blood. * Gazing at the bizarre buildings and flying machines around him, Lan Ye spent several days absorbing the body’s memories and figuring out that he had arrived in a completely different world. This world had no magic, no elves, and no dragons. It had only dwar... no, tall people! And he was a deadweight kicked out by his family. * In the Star Era, human society had advanced to the point where people no longer worried about production or resources. They had turned their attention to mental entertainment. The full-dive game Lost Continent was born, becoming an obsession that swept the entire universe. Lost Continent held an interstellar league every three years, and its champion earned the highest honor in the entire universe. Looking at the all-too-familiar races on the promotional screen, Lan Ye curled his lips. “Looks like there’s work for me.” * Lan Ye has been a little troubled lately. During his rut, he accidentally slept with the team’s cold-as-ice mage. How can he avoid getting beaten up and still keep sleeping with him afterward? That’s the question. Answers welcome, and soon! Blurb captured on 2020.02.25 Theme: Keep striving even in adversity.