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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 treasurer looked puzzled for a moment, wondering why women's jewelry was chosen. Chancellor Lant leaned over to whisper, "The prince has sought permission to marry Princess Elise of Elonia. The king opposed it before but seems inclined to agree now, given his recent achievements. Elonia's renewed hope makes it timely."

Realization dawned on the treasurer, his expression darkening. A royal marriage! The wedding, likely to follow the war's conclusion, would undoubtedly drain the treasury.

Michael stood outside his father Dominic's quarters, summoned unexpectedly. Strangely, there were no guards or attendants at the door.

"I should have brought Miaomiao," Michael thought, gripping his sword hilt. If trouble arose, the shadowy presence of Isperman might not be enough.

Just as he prepared to draw his blade, the door opened, and Dominic stepped out.

Chapter 159 Ancestral Land