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

"Excellent!" said the admiral while giving a satisfied nod. "Now, we had to fake our attack to take the supplies. I think midnight would be the best time to execute the attack."

Lord Hugo frowned, his brow furrowing with concern. "Faking an attack? How's that will help? It could escalate tensions and cause further damage."

Jareth's gaze narrowed, his voice firm. "We need to create the appearance of an attack in order to maintain the image of your loyalty to Blande. It will provide you with the necessary justification for losing the supplies. This way, you can save yourself from being suspected of working with the enemy."

Hugo realises the rationale behind Jareth's plan. Reluctantly, he nodded in agreement. "Very well, but ensure that the attack is controlled and doesn't cause too much damage to the port."

Fake Attack