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 morning air was crisp as our entourage prepared for departure. The mayor's courtyard was alive with the clatter of hooves, the creak of carriage wheels, and the hum of conversation. I stood with Natasha, Jem, and the others, watching the last preparations unfold.

Mayor Valen approached Romelis, who nodded approvingly at the mayor's efficiency. "Your governance reflects your diligence, Valen," he said, his voice measured but carrying its usual weight.

Valen bowed slightly. "I am honored by your words, my lord. May your journey to Targetus be without trouble. Should you require anything from Zefron, you have only to ask."

Luvelia, ever poised, stepped forward with a graceful smile. "Your daughter has been delightful company, Valen. She has a bright future ahead."

Elira, standing beside her father, smiled warmly. "Thank you, my lady. It was a privilege to host you all."

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