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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

"If only we had brought the full might of the Rock Bear Tribe's elite warriors, we wouldn't have fallen so easily," Karato thought bitterly.

His mind turned to Kalina. She had been reluctant to join the battle, citing her inexperience as a novice shaman. Karato had insisted, convincing her to come along to gain experience. Now she was dead, and the weight of that decision pressed heavily on him.

As he hung limply from Miaomiao's jaws, his despair gave way to a simmering fury. "Kalina was the granddaughter of the Grand Shaman! When they learn of her death, you won't escape retribution," he spat.

Michael snorted. "I see no reason to fear threats from someone who isn't even here," he replied coolly.

Turning to his soldiers, Michael's tone softened slightly. "Well done, everyone. Secure the prisoners and begin the roll call."

The battlefield grew quiet. The earlier elation of survival was tempered by the sobering task of accounting for the fallen.

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