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

<p>The underground bunker was a labyrinth of stone corridors and concealed passages, a hidden sanctum buried beneath the city's bones. Shadows clung to the walls like sentries, their silent watch broken only by the flickering glow of enchanted lanterns. Each step I took echoed through the chamber, a steady rhythm that announced my arrival before I had even stepped through the grand doorway at the end of the passage.</p>

<p>The room was larger than I expected—cavernous, even—lined with thick pillars that stretched up into the darkness above. At the center stood a long mahogany table, wide enough to seat twenty or more. Hooded figures occupied nearly every chair, their faces obscured by darkness and fabric, but their presences were palpable. The weight of their auras pressed against me, some subtle like a coiled snake, others oppressive like an iron hand on my throat.</p>

Beginning of an ascension