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 day before the departure to Rosenberg]

I watched as the mercenary fidgeted, the rest of his crew silently clutching at their weapons. For a moment his eyes dimmed, peering closely at me as if he would uncover a deep secret by doing so.

Then all of a sudden he jolted back— alert, as he cleared a path behind him while signaling the rest of the crew.

"Follow me," he said gruffly, turning toward the fire. The others stepped aside as I approached, their gazes wary but curious.

I tightened my grip on the reins, my smile unwavering as I followed him into the circle of light.

Finally, we came to a small gathering of boxes by a fire; fruits and fresh edibles sprawling from the stacked boxes. They numbered above twenty and all had the red 'X' markings I had asked the workers to apply on the boxings.

Checkmate