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

The messenger returned, his face filled with concern. "Marquess, the Barlia camp has also suffered a loss of rations," he informed Hector, his voice tinged with worry.

Hector's eyes narrowed as he processed the information. "Did they see where these infiltrators went?" he asked urgently, hoping to gather any clue that could lead them to the culprits.

The messenger nodded. "People in Barlia said these infiltrators were last seen moving to the south," he replied, his tone revealing the gravity of the situation.

"South..." Hector repeated, his mind racing with possibilities. "If they are heading in that direction, does that mean they are going back to Szazki?"

The urgency in Marquess Hector's voice reverberated through the camp. It was evident that their pursuit of the infiltrators had just begun, and the stakes had never been higher.

The fate of this campaign hung in the balance, and swift action was paramount.

Farewell, Marquess