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

Morning came, but I had been awake long before it. The first thing I noticed was the warmth beside me.

Her small frame was curled up, her breathing slow and steady. Dark circles marred her face, her features still, yet the tension in her fingers as they lightly clutched my sleeve, told a different story.

She had woken in the night, screaming.

Vicky had tried to console her. Had reached out with trembling hands, whispered soft reassurances, but Jem had flinched, shrinking away, her voice nothing more than broken murmurs.

Not with words. Not with a plea. Just a weak grasp at my arm, a barely audible whisper that I could barely understand.

She hadn't cried since. Hadn't spoken since. Just laid there, sinking into the silence.

I exhaled softly, slipping from the bed without disturbing her.

Straining alliances