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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

"Tired, huh? You've worked hard," Michael said with a warm smile, stroking the feline's head.

"Tonight, I'll treat you to something special."

The tiny purring that followed made Michael's chest feel light and warm. He resolved to serve Miaomiao the finest beef available.

On their way to the designated meeting point in the village square, the streets were chaotic. Nobles and their retainers darted about like locusts during harvest season, all frantically searching for loot.

Upon reaching the square, Michael spotted Kensington Baron feeding a cow to his Great Worm, an enormous 8th-tier magical beast. Curious, Michael approached him.

"Brother Vincent, you're already here? Didn't think there'd be any cows left in the village."

Chapter 37 The Raiding Party