You know how people say "read carefully, you might end up there someday"? Yeah, I should've listened.
Here I am, transmigrated into a novel I speed-read while binging forty others. All I remember is some guy named Bonner (seriously, who names their protagonist that?) collecting waifus like they're poker cards at the galaxy's most prestigious academy. Oh, and said academy has the worst security record since... well, ever.
The good news? I'm Lloyd Armstrong, son of one of the galaxy's best cybernetic surgeons. The bad news? Everything else.
Let's see, I'm a half-breed in a galaxy that treats us like gum stuck to their space-boots, I have no access to the System (you know, the thing that gives LITERALLY EVERYONE ELSE powers).
At least I dodged the death trap known as Alexandria Academy.
Now I just have to survive an apprenticeship with a war that has been raging for millions of years that spans an entire galaxy.
But at least I'm not dealing with the protagonist's plot armor shenanigans, right?
...Right?
