After a simple extraction mission, Kenneth makes a dire mistake that wipes out his entire team. Left alone and bleeding out, Kenneth has no choice but to pray to a higher being in hopes of getting a second chance at life. Luckily for him, his prayers are answered as he finds himself in the body of a man who has the same name as him! 

Now, faced with a strange world he is unfamiliar with, all he can do is follow the previous owners' wishes to enter the infamous military academy Toleran and become a renowned Anchor. The problem is finding a Striker to pair with. 

In comes Lucien Saint-James, the captain of the third division and a high-class Striker with whom he has the highest compatibility. The problem is, whenever Lucien is around, he gets this uncontrollable urge to bring him to his knees, not to mention that he doesn’t care for his arrogant attitude either. 

Now, Kenneth faces a dilemma. If he ever hopes to make it out of this academy alive and realize the dreams of the original Kenneth, he will have to suck up his pride and learn to hide his urges if he wants to make it out in one piece. 

Oh, and did he mention he had to deal with monsters and mystical beasts too?! 


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Excerpt: 

“Kiss me.” 

Kenneth blinked. “What—“ 

“You heard me. Do it. Now.” 

Anger flashed in his eyes yet his body moved before his brain could tell him to stop. He reached for the Striker and their lips met. 

Kenneth poured his energy into Lucien, filling the barren pit inside his mind, giving him enough juice to keep going. 

The two pulled away, and Lucien’s steely eyes met his, holding him in place. “You always look like you hate anchoring me, but then you get that blissful look on your face that screams ‘I want more’. It’s cute.” 

Kenneth felt an unbearable urge to slap the smug smile off his face. But since now wasn’t the time to commit acts of violence against his pair. He held himself back. 

He would deal with him properly later. 

“Eat shit, captain.” Was all he said before sending him off.


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A guideverse story with a little twist, hot and cold romance with a whole lot of slow burn (emphasis on burn because the MC refuses to admit his feelings, the stubborn fool).

TW: Trauma, survival’s guilt, and violence

Kenneth didn't know how to react to those words. Not once had he ever heard anyone refer to their parents as grenades before. 


All he could do was huff a laugh as he wondered if Lucien was over exaggerating. But the longer he looked at the Striker, the more he realized he was being serious. Just what kind of people did his parents have to be in order to compare them to a small portable bomb designed to be thrown by hand and wreak absolute devastation to whomever it was thrown at?


Kenneth's eyes never left Lucien's as he studied him intently. He cataloged every detail, committing them to memory all in hopes of seeing what lay beyond the carefully constructed mask he'd been wearing for who knows how long. 


"Exactly what kind of people are your parents?" He asked, voicing the question out loud. 


Chapter 228 - Chapter 228: Then think of me as a grenade launcher.