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

Brithuel's council chamber, nestled within the heart of its fortress, was a place of gravity. It wasn't the austere decor or the rows of polished oak shelves that lined the walls. It was the tension—so thick I could carve it with a blade. As I took my seat, the murmur of subdued voices filled the room. Rodiri, Valonia, Julius, and Dante had gathered as ordered, their expressions a mix of resolve and weariness.

The meeting began with Julius, ever the diligent one, rising to recount his progress. His voice, calm and measured, carried through the room like a practiced melody.

"During the brief period of your absence, we've managed to reimburse food supplies, initiate reconstruction of stalls and homes lost in the fire, and stabilize the reserves. The riots have been quelled, though tensions remain high." He adjusted his collar, glancing briefly at Frederick, who stood behind him like a hawk watching prey.

Enigmatic