Hugustine

Tied down his entire life by the perils of mediocrity,  Jarod sin is diagnosed with a terminal illness cutting his life expectancy at just twenty six years old. 

With a six months prognosis, he wallows about his predicament while taking a leave from work to explore bits of the world before his death, sadly he is mugged by a thief on a cold evening, proving once more how mediocre and trash he really was, but everything changed when he opened his eyes. 

He had been transmigrated into the body of Milo von Brithuels, third son of a count in a fantasy land, just like the one he used to read about, now armed with a new life he vows to escape the clutches of mediocrity and achieve something for the first time.

Rise of a transmigrated mediocre nobleman

The steady rhythm of the carriage wheels filled the air, an unchanging backdrop to the faint hum of coastal winds brushing through the trees. Jem sat beside me, her tiny face pressed to the window of the carriage, her bright eyes darting between the hills and the sea that began to peek through the horizon.

Her fascination was contagious. She didn't speak much—unusual for her—but her amazement at the world beyond Orchast was evident in every wide-eyed gaze she cast outside.

"Do you see something, Jem?" I asked, watching her with mild curiosity.

Her tiny finger pointed at the horizon where the glimmer of blue rippled like silk. "The water is so big! Is that Zefron?"

"Not yet," I replied, leaning closer to look. "That's the sea. Zefron is still a little farther."

"Farther than that?" she asked, turning her head towards me, her tone laced with disbelief. "How can it be farther than the water?"