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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

Approaching Babaru's lifeless body, Dominic nudged it with his foot, flipping her so her face was exposed. He had initially thought the intruder's small frame seemed unusual, and now he clicked his tongue.

The revealed face belonged to an old crone, her wrinkles deep and numerous.

"Sending a frail old woman as an assassin… what were they thinking?" Dominic muttered.

Michael smiled slightly and replied calmly, "Don't underestimate her. She was the grand shaman of the Rock Bear Tribe."

Startled, Dominic recoiled, wiping the sole of his boot against the floor as if cleansing himself of something foul. His expression now showed a mix of shock, fear, and disgust.

"A shaman of the steppes? And from a major tribe like the Rock Bears? Such a figure is considered sacred—what on earth was she thinking, coming here in person?"

"She sought vengeance for her only remaining granddaughter, whom I killed during the last expedition," Michael explained.

Chapter 166 The Siren