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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

Falcon strode in, adorned in garments lined with black feathers, his sharp gaze fixed on Oswald. Though his behavior bordered on insubordination, Oswald refrained from rebuking him.

Raging inside the command tent, Falcon's voice echoed with anger. "I told you, there will be no more deployment of our elites. Send another tribe instead!"

Oswald met the Black Hawk chieftain's fury with a calm, steady gaze. "Falcon, this war is not just your war—it is a war for all of us. Even if reconnaissance forces suffer losses, we must cooperate for the good of the Empire as a whole. Which tribe, if not yours, is equipped for reconnaissance?"

Grinding his teeth, Falcon retorted, "The elites we've lost were the pride of our tribe. Among them were even my own kin! Why must only our tribe make such sacrifices? The other five great tribes must share the burden equally for it to be fair."

Chapter 179 Diverging Thoughts