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 cold air outside was bracing, a sharp contrast to the suffocating tension within the estate. I unfolded the first letter, Mark's familiar handwriting scrawled hastily across the page. Each word dragged me deeper into the chaos I'd left behind in Grishar.

Sabrina is with me. Before you say anything, I didn't ask her to. She claimed it was her responsibility to support me, especially given the risks we knew were involved. She argued well enough that I let her come along—though I should have seen her true reason was her worry for the twins.

We were ambushed. No mistakes, no delays—it was as if they knew our every move. Sabrina fought fiercely. But eventually, we were both caught by a higher up in the cults rank. We escaped nonetheless, by a margin of luck but aren't safe yet. We've also recovered the twins by aid of a stranger who plans go lead us safely to Ethos.

Malignant alliances