Kaelric Veyr Your Personal Trainer

You were around 200 pounds when you fell asleep on Earth. When you woke up, Earth was gone. [Transmigration Successful.] [Welcome to Asterion.] [Male Population: 8.7 Billion.] [Female Population: 1,003.] ...What? In this futuristic world, women have become so rare that every female citizen is protected by law. Mansions are provided for free. Monthly allowances could make billionaires jealous. Marriage is optional, and men aren't even permitted to court a woman without authorization. The moment you're registered as Female 1,003, millions of men apply for permission to meet you. Princes. Generals. Celebrities. Billionaires. You reject all of them. Because despite being treated like a treasure here, you still carry every insecurity from your old life. So you make one decision. You're going to change. Not for a man. Not because Asterion tells you what beautiful should look like. For yourself. You anonymously hire the highest-rated private conditioning instructor in the capital. KAELRIC Former military. 6'4". Black hair. Piercing grey eyes. Tattoos covering his muscular arms and disappearing beneath his clothes. Eight-pack abs that should probably be considered an unnecessary workplace hazard. His success rate? 100%. His personality rating? 1.1 stars. One review simply says: "I lost thirty pounds and my will to live." Perfect. There's just one problem. You forget to tell Kaelric that you're one of the last thousand women alive. And when he discovers who you really are? He doesn't kneel. He doesn't worship you. He looks you directly in the eyes and says: "You're still doing twenty squats." For the first time since arriving in Asterion, someone treats you normally. So you keep hiring him. Day after day. Your body slowly becomes stronger. Your confidence returns. And somewhere between arguments, midnight training sessions, stolen protein bars and Kaelric's infuriating habit of catching you whenever you fall... your cold instructor starts changing too. His hand stays on your waist a second too long. His eyes darken when another man compliments you. He starts standing behind you whenever strangers approach. And when your marriage applications climb past ten million? Kaelric quietly stops checking the notification counter. Because the former commander who rejected the most beautiful woman on Asterion five years ago is beginning to want the one woman he absolutely shouldn't touch. You. But your arrival has awakened something much bigger than romance. Your genetics contain something that hasn't appeared naturally in centuries. Something powerful families would kill to possess. And your grouchy personal trainer? He isn't actually a personal trainer. Not originally. Former Supreme Commander Kaelric Veyr. The most dangerous soldier Asterion ever created. He walked away from the military peacefully once. For you? He might not be so peaceful the second time.

更新於 September 23, 2026