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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

Relief washed over Akhenaten's face as he threw his head back and roared to the cavern's ceiling.

[I, Akhenaten Memphis Sphinx, have lived my life as a true Sphinx! Now, I have no regrets left!]

His projection began to fade, breaking into golden particles that scattered into the air like grains of sand in the wind.

Simultaneously, the skeletal remains on the deck dissolved into golden light, dispersing and filling the cavern with a serene glow. After thousands of years, the fallen could finally rest.

Miaomiao reached out as if to grasp the particles but let her paw fall limply, lowering her head. Her tears sparkled as they dropped onto the dark wooden deck.

Marcus unfolded his large wings to shield her as she wept, offering silent comfort. The Garetts watched their lord's departure with somber expressions, crossing their forepaws over their chests in a solemn salute.

Chapter 115 Lanes's Spear