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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.

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Michael and Marcus both turned to look at her. Seeing her usual spark return to her eyes, they couldn't help but smile.

The path to the tomb was uneventful but felt long. Michael's gaze occasionally drifted to Garett's plump tail, which twitched every time the gargoyle flapped his wings. He couldn't help but feel a swell of pride—his own squadron of winged beasts! These gargoyles were far more majestic and imposing than any pterodactyl, making his heart swell with excitement.

After flying for a while, Garett folded his wings and descended to the ground. [You mentioned seeking the grave goods, correct?]

Marcus, hovering briefly in the air, chose a suitable landing spot. [We're here. Even if the body is no longer present, we should proceed with reverence. From the aura I sense, it seems the divine remains have indeed vanished.]

Michael nodded, as this was more or less what he expected.

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