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

Mark's POV

The forest was quiet, save for the rustling of leaves in the night breeze. Sabrina leaned heavily on me as we trudged forward, her breaths shallow but steady. The adrenaline that had carried us out of the bunker was fading fast, leaving behind a bone-deep exhaustion.

"We need to rest," I said, scanning the dark surroundings. The trees pressed in on us, their shadows dancing under the moonlight. "Just for a little while."

"No," Sabrina whispered hoarsely, her voice cracking. "We have to keep going. They'll follow us."

"They won't track us immediately," I countered. "Not if I covered our trail right." I hoped my words were true. I'd done everything I could to throw them off—smudging our tracks, doubling back, even leaving false trails. But hope was a fragile thing in the face of such relentless enemies.

Saviour?