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

"Halt! Hands in the air!" one of them shouted.

"What the hell?" Wheatman couldn't help but blurt out.

His hand instinctively reached for his weapon. This unexpected intrusion caught him off guard.

At the same time, his keen eyes quickly scanned the attire of the individuals who had stormed into the room.

The military uniform. That's what they are wearing.

Since they were on the same side as him, Wheatman felt relief washed over him.

Now that he looked again, he had seen the one in the middle.

'Isn't he the one who received a medal a few months back? What was his name again? Wil...Wilnot? Willot? No, no, no. I think it's Wilmot.' he thought, recalling the prestigious event held in the capital before.

"I said hands in the air!" Wilmot's stern voice cut through the tension in the office as he repeated his command once more.

Apparently, they didn't manage to recognise him and even found his presence suspicious.

Wilmot and Wheatman