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 dim glow of the oil lamp illuminated the study as I stood over the large oak table, its surface cluttered with maps, scrolls, and scattered reports. My father sat across from me, his weathered face lined with fatigue. Though the meeting earlier had drained him, he remained sharp, his piercing eyes scanning the plans I had laid out.

"This is bold," he remarked, tracing a finger over the map, pausing at the marked locations. "You're spreading our forces thin."

"Calculated boldness," I replied. "Each group has a specific task and minimal risk. Rephradre's operations were large but not entirely covert. These are our best leads to find Jem."

His lips pressed into a thin line as he studied me. "If this fails…"

"It won't," I interrupted, my voice steady. "I've accounted for as many variables as possible. This isn't a gamble—it's a strategy."

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