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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

Frantically wracking his brain, Orpheus realized the situation might work to his advantage.

That stubborn necromancer had always been difficult to control.

Perhaps this was a blessing in disguise.

All he needed to do was outfit one of the dead bandits in a hood and carry on as planned.

Radiance's ultimate goal was to restore faith by staging a theatrical triumph.

The barony's unfortunate inhabitants, turned into unwitting fanatics, would play their roles in the grand performance.

To him, they should consider it an honor to serve as tools for the glory of Radiance.

"All proceeds as intended," he muttered.

When the holy knights arrived, they would annihilate the fanatics, allowing the Blood Quill to be sealed once more.

But there was no need to inform the world of its re-sealing.

Chapter 35