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I'm Sick Not Weak

Give or take. That’s ’s what this world was all about. But Lucien Carl Varvien didn’t give a damn. Reborn into a land filled with magic, dragons, and way too many nobles with superiority complexes, and blessed with unimaginable power, Lucien was perfectly content living a quiet life as an orphan servant in the Hierken household. Small, quiet, and constantly coughing up blood like a dying side character in a tragic play; Everyone called him fragile. He called it just another Tuesday. His hobbies? Doing chores, avoiding nobles, and scaring the spoiled Hierken brat whenever he got the chance. Everything was fine. Peaceful. Predictable. Until a ball went wrong. And an entire mansion mysteriously caught fire. To save his friend Lucien accidentally unleashed his power that made even the heavens flinch. Now his branded a miracle. But theirs a catch? Every time he uses his power, his nose bleeds, he faints dramatically, or coughs up blood. Lucien doesn’t feel a thing. But everyone else? They think he’s dying. Well... there goes his quiet life. Now suddenly, Lucien’s being called “Young Master.” The Duke’s family is crying whenever he yawns, his new brother keeps force-feeding him health tonics, and the royal physicians look ready to faint every time he coughs. What the hell is wrong with them?! He’s fine. Totally fine. So why does the Duke treat him like glass? Why are the servants acting like he’s on his deathbed? And most importantly— Why is the Emperor looking at him like a long-lost son?! Well... Hello! That's giving me the creeps. Lucien’s eye twitched as chaos unfolded around him. “EVERYONE CALM DOWN!” he snapped. “I’M NOT DYING!” But knowing his luck… he probably jinxed it.
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