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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

For Michael, selling substandard weapons was both a business opportunity and a form of civic duty, helping to defend the kingdom. If rowing while the tide is high was ever apt, it was now. In a way, producing these weapons was a noble effort, contributing to national defense and aiding neighboring territories.

A blast of magical energy erupted through the mist, striking the port side of the ship Pavilion with a bright flash. The vessel, tasked with transporting grain from the Radiant Holy Kingdom to the Pamir Empire, reeled as crew members—disguised paladins—screamed and fell to the deck.

While trained as sailors, their lack of experience made it impossible to stabilize the ship under such conditions. Sir Jared, captain of the Pavilion and one of the Radiant Holy Kingdom's Paladin Order leaders, wiped the sweat from his brow, grinding his teeth in frustration.

Chapter 129 Official Decree... Full-Scale Mobilization