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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 Brabant Kingdom, being closer to the north, committed slightly larger numbers: 3,000 cavalry, 50,000 infantry, and 100 reptar riders. These troops would all be sent to the Kingdom of Elonia.

Among those gathered, Sigmund, representing the most powerful Celeste Empire, observed with a sardonic smile. As all eyes turned toward him, the young emperor brought his hand down loudly on the central round table.

"Our Celeste Empire," he began, "plans to establish a new Papal Office. The god we will serve is… the Sun."

It was a clear provocation. The Sun and Radiance were essentially synonymous!

By invoking a different name for the same deity, the flow of power and faith toward Radiance would weaken. The Pope exploded with fury.

"What madness is this? The Holy See of Radiance already exists! How dare you?!"

"The god you serve is Radiance. The god we serve is the Sun. Where is the problem?" Sigmund replied smoothly.

Chapter 142 The Terror Of The Dragon