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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

With roll call completed, Michael scanned the surroundings, his gaze sharp and calculating.

"Marcus, take care of it," he said, his voice calm but firm.

Marcus nodded, stepping forward to unleash a torrent of flames upon the Pamir Empire's camp. The fire roared to life, devouring everything in its path. The bodies of the fallen were consumed, reduced to ashes in the inferno.

The early morning mist thickened, blending seamlessly with the concealment magic Miaomiao had cast earlier. This ensured that their operation remained unnoticed.

"Search the area thoroughly. There may still be survivors," Michael ordered.

His squad, accompanied by beasts with keen senses of smell, dispersed to comb the area. The once-chaotic battlefield now lay in eerie silence, with only the faint heat of the dissipating flames lingering in the air.

Before long, a scout returned with a report.

"We found no signs of life. All enemies appear to have perished."

Chapter 150 A Stroke of Luck