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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

Luckily for Michael, he had struck early and fast, so no one truly knew the extent of his haul. His relatively small stack of sacks didn't attract much attention, keeping him out of the spotlight.

But Michael knew better. His share was undoubtedly the largest, thanks to his "lucky charm," Miaomiao. Every house the cat led him to turned out to be a treasure trove.

Even if none could match the marvels of the mage's house, each stop had been lucrative in its own way.

Rejoining the supply convoy, the raiding party eventually arrived at the camp, well past the hour of midnight. Other divisions had long since finished their meals and settled in for the night.

After notifying Count Charles of their return, Michael and the other noble representatives hastily scarfed down some rations before gathering in Kensington Baron's tent.

There was still much to do—chief among them was the exchange of spoils.

Chapter 38 Take My Son With You