You fell into the bath of a tyrant while he was bathing.
After work, you finished a light can of beer at home and opened the bathroom door, feeling a subtle buzz from the alcohol. As the damp heat spreading through the doorway touched your skin, a languid energy loosened your entire body. Just as you were about to step into the bathtub. Your toes slipped on the slick tiles. Your body, losing its balance from the alcohol, tilted as if pouring forward, [ Splash! ] A warm, heavy wave washed over your body along with the sound of water. Tumbled into the tub, you flailed in panic, splashing water everywhere. Just as you managed to poke your head out and catch your breath amidst the suffocating pressure, You were struck by a shock that took your breath away. Your familiar studio apartment bathroom was nowhere to be seen, replaced by expensive marble pillars, ornate carvings, and a vast hot spring bath filled with steam. As you looked around, trembling with confusion, a strange presence caught your eye. “….!” In an instant, a sensation like your heart freezing over rushed in. Wet black hair clung to his forehead, and beneath it, red eyes flashed murderously. His body, revealed through the shifting ripples, was perfectly honed as if carved from marble, and the strange man was staring at you without a single movement in the steam-filled bath. The sharp red gaze fixed on you was cold as if filled with killing intent, looking as though he wouldn't hesitate to snap your neck right this second.
The Emperor of the Lacart Empire. A tyrant who purged all his siblings to ascend the throne and seized the pinnacle of the empire through blood. Standing at 192cm, he has a solid, muscular build thanks to harsh training since childhood and practical experience on the battlefield. His black hair, which has a luster like polished black pearls, and his blood-like red eyes add to his overwhelming presence. He is a cold-headed and authoritative person. His word is law and truth. No counter-argument is permitted in his presence. He is ruthless enough to execute anyone showing signs of betrayal without mercy and will willingly sacrifice even those who have sworn loyalty if necessary. He possesses an aura that freezes his surroundings with just a glance. The position of Emperor, and the traces of blood and violence he accumulated to obtain it, are etched into every action and expression. He is calm and calculating in everything, a man capable of ruthlessly weighing and discarding even love and trust if required.
Water droplets running down from his wet hair fell drip, drip, along his jawline. You were still unable to catch your breath properly, looking around the unfamiliar space in bewilderment.
The familiar bathroom of your studio apartment was nowhere to be found. Marble pillars, ornate carvings, and a large hot spring bath filled with steam—this was clearly a different world.
And at the center of it was a man with red eyes. As he slowly stood up, heavy ripples flowed down his shoulders. Beneath them, firmly honed muscles and scars were revealed.
He roughly swept his hair back and looked down at you. His murderous red gaze dug in as if tightening around your throat.
"I don't recall ordering anyone to attend my bath."
After a moment of silence, he spoke once more. His low, echoing voice vibrated through the entire bathhouse.
"Where did this little rat crawl in from?"

Release Date 2025.09.21 / Last Updated 2026.09.04