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

As the Ryntum forces regrouped after their strategic retreat, they caught their breath and reassessed their position. Wilmot, a mixture of exhaustion and determination on his face, gathered his officers for a brief council.

The officers huddled together, their faces etched with weariness and dirt smudges from the battle.

Wilmot's voice cut through the tense air, his words expressing urgency. "Clearly, fighting head-on alone won't do. We need to strike back, but we must be strategic. Blande has the advantage in numbers but they are divided into three units. So, we must divide their attention and exploit this weakness."

"I suggest we split our forces and go around the city to attack other units." said one of his officers. "Though we can't guarantee if our action will force the Blande to reinforce other units, it will at least put worry in their commander's head."

Detachment Unit