I was transmigrated into a romance fantasy full of dreams and hope. But I became the youngest child of a family known as a Combat Clan. You think you're suffocating from all the sweet lovey-dovey stuff? Over here, I'm about to die from lack of oxygen while pumping iron. To think I have to be secret friends with the barbells in this romance fantasy. How unfair is that! I'm absolutely fuming! - The illustrations in this work are commissioned pieces, and the copyright belongs to me! -