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

Milo's pov

The rhythmic thud of hooves against the frozen earth was the only sound accompanying me as I rode across the desolate plains. The winter's breath was a cruel whip against my face, and yet, it wasn't the cold that bit deepest—it was the growing weight of my own ignorance.

The rebellion wasn't a spontaneous uprising, and the realization that I had been blind to its orchestrators burned like a slow, insidious fire in my gut. Each passing hour magnified the gnawing doubt: How many more pieces of the board have I failed to see? How far does this game stretch, and who are the players?

But despite the dread, a solution lingered at the edges of my mind. The threads were thin, barely woven together, yet they hinted at a way to subvert this rebellion before it could escalate further.

Whether it would work or not was another matter entirely.

Going forward