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In a realm where even the faintest shadows whisper untold tales, I came to realize that the forgotten often hold the most powerful narratives."

As an avid admirer of the world's most beloved series, I never imagined that one night's rest would pull me into its very fabric.

"Why on earth am I stuck in this world? And why, of all people, am I him?"

I had become Arthur Nightingale—Class A’s most unremarkable student. A magic swordsman barely worthy of mention, ranked 8th among the first-years. A mere footnote in the grand story.

Still, with this body’s abilities and my own insider knowledge, I figured I could carve out a peaceful life. Or so I believed.

"This was the only way," the voice repeated, resolute. "The only way to stop her."

Little did I know how truly unique Arthur Nightingale was—or the path this journey would force me to take...

In A Fantasy World I Can Absorbs Abilities

Michael shook his head, marveling at Count Charles's cunning. It was obvious he had assigned this task to sow discord among the minor nobles.

Many families had already lost soldiers without earning notable achievements. If the campaign ended with the alliance simply guarding supplies, only Kensington and Crassus would emerge with meaningful contributions.

Greed was a powerful motivator, and resentful gazes began to turn toward Baron Kensington.

"Baron Kensington!" one noble demanded. "What do you plan to do about this? At this rate, we'll lose soldiers for nothing!"

Kensington clenched his fists, seething with anger. While Count Charles's machinations infuriated him, the accusations from his allies were even harder to bear.

"These wretched pigs," he thought. The same nobles who had cheered him on now turned on him without hesitation. He wanted nothing more than to lash out at them.

Chapter 33