He was a simple man in his past life – a masseuse, not a hero. His hands were trained to heal pain, not cause it. But when fate dragged him into another world, those same hands became the only thing keeping him alive.

Unlike the chosen ones who gain holy blessings or unrivaled power, he has nothing but skill, wit, and stubbornness. He doesn’t seek glory, nor does he dream of leaving his name in history.

But the world has other plans.
A kingdom built on lies. Families fighting for power in the shadows. Betrayals hidden behind smiles. And he? He’s caught in the middle, forced to navigate schemes that could devour him whole.

He isn’t the strongest. He isn’t the bravest. But sometimes, the man who doesn’t want the spotlight… is the one who survives it.
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I get this alot so I'm going to clarify:

This is not a smut novel, there will be romantic scenes but not as pronounced.

Shout out to my four consistent readers 🥰 (yes, I stalk my stats), y'all give me the motivation to move on with my story, this chapter is dedicated to y'all 😘.


Making our way past the dense forest, my mind raced as I recalled what Greg told me when he noticed my hesitance.


"The Crimson Blade's base was in Brinehurst all along and we were captured while we were in pursuit of the associates of the person who nearly killed you. We were imprisoned for some days, but Winston caused an explosion with all of his mana and I managed to escape."


I could see the pent-up frustration and anger that was in his heart, anger that he couldn't do anything but watch as others sacrificed greatly for his well-being, anger for being too weak, and I could somewhat understand where he came from. But I had a feeling the motivation he gained from that—although similar to mine—differed greatly at the same time.


Chapter 27 - Brinehurst (Dedicated)