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 courtroom felt miles away as Jade caught up with me, his hurried footsteps echoing in the empty corridor. He grabbed my shoulder with a firmness I hadn't expected, forcing me to stop. His expression was a blend of awe and suspicion, his eyes searching mine for something I couldn't name.

"You've had this planned from the start, haven't you?" he asked, his voice low but intense. "The ambush, the timing, even the way Rephradre fell apart. Tell me the truth, Milo."

I couldn't help the smile tugging at my lips. "Planned?" I echoed, shaking my head slowly. "No, Jade. I didn't plan for any of this." I turned to face him fully, letting him see the sincerity in my eyes. "The pieces just... fell into place. Nothing more."

He frowned, clearly unconvinced. "You expect me to believe that? You outmaneuvered a viscount and dismantled his entire operation like it was nothing. That's not luck."

Dawm