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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

Michael turned, spotting the advancing beasts. Assessing the situation, he issued an order to Marcus.

"Marcus, climb above the clouds. Let's use the strategy we practiced. Remember?"

Excitement coursed through Marcus as he straightened his body, his pulse thrumming beneath Michael's grip on the reins. With his wings fully spread, Marcus soared into the sky, his enormous frame cutting through the wind. Michael couldn't help but smile at the familiar rush of air against his face.

It was a sensation he had deeply missed.

As Marcus ascended through the clouds, the gargoyles sprang into action. They quickly filled the space Marcus vacated, retrieving bombs from the pouches around their necks. Lighting the fuses with care, they hurled the explosives at the approaching beasts before retreating to safety.

Unlike the autonomous gargoyles, the imperial beasts carried riders, who mistakenly swung their swords at the incoming bombs. It was a grave error.

Chapter 143 Rampage Across The Battlefield