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A decorated Air Force pilot, 34 years old, meets an untimely demise—only to awaken in a war-torn fantasy medieval world. Now inhabiting the body of Mechal, the second son of a baron, he finds himself recovering from a near-fatal injury orchestrated by his own elder brother. But while the old Mechal might have been consumed by reckless fury, the new Mechal is different—calculating, patient, and ready to play the long game.

When a rebellion unexpectedly shakes the kingdom, Mechal seizes the opportunity to carve his place in history. With a sharp mind, battlefield tactics, and an understanding of human nature, he navigates the treacherous world of nobility, rising from an overlooked second son to a powerful force. Through cunning strategy and ruthless ambition, he secures victories, earns a title, and claims land of his own—laying the foundation for a rule unlike any other.

But the world of nobility is a den of vipers. Political intrigue, backstabbing aristocrats, kingdom-wide conflicts, and the ever-present shadow of war loom over him. As he builds his domain, he must outmaneuver rivals, forge alliances, and solidify his power—because in this world, only the strong survive.

Inspired by the noble struggles of the Holy Roman Empire, this story weaves war, politics, trade, and ambition into a gripping tale of power and strategy. Watch as an upstart reshapes the fate of a kingdom, one calculated move at a time.

In A Fantasy World I Can Absorbs Abilities

The scenes became progressively chaotic, showing the goddess fighting against dragons, Radiant angels, demons, and wraiths. Each new enemy grew more numerous and fierce, and the goddess's expressions turned from determination to despair.

The final mural depicted the fallen goddess, her body battered and broken, surrounded by mourning followers prostrated in sorrow.

"[The murals tell of the downfall of the old gods, miao. The Radiance incited the united races to destroy them, and the Goddess of Ashes and Fire was the last to fall,]" Miaomiao explained.

Passing the murals, the group pressed deeper into the temple.

The next sight was gruesome: bodies lay everywhere.

Some corpses were missing limbs, while others had their fingers severed. Clad in ancient garments, the bodies were so well preserved that they appeared to have just died.

Michael looked at Alfred in shock. "Could it be...?"

Chapter 87 Absorbing The Divinity Powers