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 atmosphere in the chamber was heavy with tension, the kind that clung to your skin like an oppressive fog. The Patriarch sat at the head of the table, his expression sharp and unyielding. To his right, Jade lounged, with a feigned ease that didn't fool anyone.

His piercing eyes darted between us, ever the sharp observer. And then there was me, seated opposite, the youngest in the room but no less burdened by the weight of the discussion at hand.

The betrayal of Julius, a trusted ally, had shaken the foundation of our family's trust in those around us. The room seemed colder as Romelis spoke, his voice edged with anger and disappointment.

"We gave him everything," my father began, his tone a mixture of disbelief and fury. "Position, power, loyalty—and this is how he repays us? Selling our secrets to the highest bidder?"

Jade scoffed, leaning forward. "Perhaps we trusted him too much. He was always too ambitious for his own good. I warned you, Father."

Full scale uprising