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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

After finishing his meal, Michael stood to enjoy a cup of tea when a soldier came rushing toward him, looking panicked.

The soldier was unfamiliar to Michael.

"I—I went to fetch water and saw something strange in the forest. A group of fanatics performing a ritual!"

"Are you certain?" Michael asked, his tone sharp.

"Yes, sir! They were definitely fanatics. Their faces were painted red, and they were dancing. I saw it clearly!"

Michael scrutinized the soldier. He was a bald man with a well-fed appearance, his head flushed red with excitement, his lips glistening with saliva as he spoke.

"Hmm. I see. Were there many of them?"

"No, sir. Just a few. If you send the knights, they'll be easy to handle!"

Michael's interest faded. So, there really were forces foolish enough to use such incompetent spies.

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