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 stillness in the air was suffocating. Every nerve in my body screamed at me to act, to do something, anything, but I couldn't move. Acadia's eyes bored into mine, an infuriating smile dancing on her lips as if she'd already won whatever game she was playing.

The necklace around my neck thrummed again, vibrating insistently against my chest, but I didn't reach for it. My attention remained locked on her. The dark-haired woman didn't even glance at the faint glow of the charm.

"You're not going to check who's so desperate to reach you?" Her voice was calm, almost amused, her head tilting slightly.

"Shut up," I snapped, harsher than I intended.

Her smile widened, as though my irritation was the most entertaining thing she'd seen all day.

Fundamentally wrong turnout