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 walk back to the clearing was eerily quiet, save for the crunch of leaves beneath my boots. Sabrina was where I'd left her, slumped against the log, her head tilted back as if she'd been fighting sleep. Her eyes fluttered open when she heard me approach, and a weak smile tugged at her lips.

"Found water?" she asked, her voice hoarse but tinged with relief.

"Yeah." I held up the flask as I crouched beside her, pressing it into her hands. "Drink up. And we've got another twist in this little adventure."

She gave me a skeptical look but took a sip from the flask before speaking. "What now?"

"There's a guy. Says he can help us." I paused, watching her reaction. "Seems he knows about the cultists. And he's offering food and shelter."

Sabrina arched an eyebrow, lowering the flask. "And you trust him?"

New findings