Spartzan

Riz is a fresh graduate who has been job hunting for a year. In terms of talent, he has no talent. Always a mediocre type of person. The only good point he has is that he is a hardworking person. After so many failed interviews, he starts to get dispirited. However, as he does not so easily give in to that feeling, he resolves to try his luck in the last interview he has.

Indeed, it is his last interview. An accident occurs on his way there. 

When he opens his eyes, he is in the middle of the forest, tattered clothes with blood on it.

"Th-this...", Riz was shocked as he found his body smaller than it should be.

It didn't take him too much time to understand everything that happened. He becomes the youngest son of a count. 

Finding himself in the backward world, he who has no ambition previously is in a dilemma. At first, he just wants to live quietly and enjoy the richness and privilege as a noble. But then circumstances push him in a different direction.

One event led to another, now he finds himself at the top of power.

Restart:Untalented Man

Riz leaned forward on his throne, his brow furrowed. He questioned with concern. "So, you're saying that someone spotted a fleet of ships entering the gulf in the middle of the night."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The informant from Durbotes nodded, his voice laced with urgency. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. "After we received the report, I immediately rush here to check if such ships docked at the capital. If not, we believe them to be the enemy's fleet trying to make a covert entry."

As the informer finished speaking, the heavy wooden door creaked open.

Charlotte stepped into the office. Her eyes darted between Riz and the informant, her expression mirroring their shared concern.

Riz turned his attention to Charlotte, inquiring for an answer from her. "Did you find any record about the fleet in the port?"

First Hospital