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

"How many ships have we lost?" Acellin, the Trunk of Cerdeauxia asked through clenched teeth.

His tone strained as he fought to control his anger.

He knew that letting his anger erupt now wouldn't help the situation. Nevertheless, the veins still pop up on his forehead.

Currently, the atmosphere in the opulent office was not very comfortable for anyone to stay inside.

On this particular day, the opulence of the room seemed overshadowed by Acellin's mounting frustration.

The captain of the merchant ships stammered in response, his voice trembling with fear, "T-twenty ships, sir."

He was acutely aware of his employer's intense disdain for losses in business.

Acellin's eyes blazed with frustration as he heard the captain's reply. "Twenty..." he muttered under his breath.

Hunting Order