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

A month had passed, and the once fractured heart of the estate had begun to beat steadily again.

I stood on the balcony of the northern watchtower, overlooking the bustling redevelopment below. The village stalls had been completely rebuilt, no longer the skeletal remains of a past disaster but lively hubs of trade and chatter. The murmurs of discontent and gossip had not disappeared entirely, but they had faded into the background, lost amid the rhythm of daily life.

Kirach had sent supplies—bountiful ones, both as assistance and as an unspoken apology for the spectacle he had made of us during the hearing. Barrels of grain, crates of fine fabrics, even rare alchemical ingredients had arrived in bulk. It was an excessive gesture, but we accepted it all the same.

Resources were resources, no matter their origin.

The road before me