Bastard of the Imperial Line: Transmigrated Trash's Prince Act
Kim Woojin, 27, had two talents in life: surviving on instant food, and being unreasonably good at video games.
His room was always dark, lit only by a monitor. The floor was a battlefield of empty energy drink cans and snack wrappers. He didn’t go out unless it was to restock supplies—because why touch grass when you can grind levels?
The one thing that still made sense to him was . He played it like it was a job, a religion, and a life support machine all at once. When Part 3 released, he pushed through exhaustion and cleared a brutal route, earning a spot among the top rankers.
Then the game offered a “special gift.”
Woojin, as any responsible adult would, clicked Yes without reading the fine print.
He blacked out.
And woke up in darkness with other voices around him—panicked strangers who seemed just as clueless. A floating blue screen appeared, welcoming the “Rankers” into the world of .
The “gift” was simple, polite, and horrifying: they could never return home.
Then came pain—splitting, burning, cell-tearing agony.
And then Woojin woke up again.
This time, in a luxurious room that screamed wealth and power… while bleeding from a sword wound like a background extra who died in the first episode of a drama.
For one glorious moment, he thought he’d won the transmigration lottery.
A noble! A young master! A life of luxury, servants, and possibly a harem if the universe had any taste.
His new identity was Sepehr Ivor Ashenvale—a name Woojin had never seen in five years of playing the game.
Not a hero. Not a villain. Not even a memorable NPC.
Just an unknown extra.
A bastard of the Imperial line. A half-noble born from a concubine—politically inconvenient, socially disposable, and apparently very stab-able.
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