Rain_Heart_2943

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

A murmur spread through the assembly before Count Charles raised a hand to silence it.

"I have summoned you here because King Charles V has issued a critical directive. From this moment, our kingdom will operate under the principle that every citizen is a soldier."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. Determination and apprehension flickered across the faces of the gathered lords.

"Our northeastern provinces are tasked with mobilizing between 100,000 and 150,000 soldiers. While this entire force won't be deployed at once, the first expeditionary army alone must number at least 70,000. In our last great war, the sacrifices made by nobles, commoners, and serfs alike were immeasurable."

The grim memory of those losses caused many to clench their fists.

"To avoid a similar fate, we must prepare thoroughly. This directive is not optional. Each domain must contribute its assigned number of soldiers, by whatever means necessary."

Chapter 130 Every Citizen Is A Soldier