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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 blazing heat of the sun above and the rhythmic march of the enemy caused their hearts to race and their breaths to quicken.

Some felt their palms slick with sweat, while one soldier noticed his spear trembling faintly in his grasp. Beads of sweat dripped from his fingers to the earth below, his heart already gripped by terror as if he were staring down the edge of an enemy's blade.

Sergeants moved through the ranks, patting soldiers on the shoulder and urging them to overcome their fear. Yet, their reassurances barely scratched the surface of the mounting panic.

"They're just numerous, not strong!" one sergeant shouted, but his voice failed to penetrate the soldiers' terrified minds.

The scene before them was nothing short of harrowing. The enemy's march felt like an unstoppable tidal wave bearing down upon them. Dust swirled upward, almost touching the sun, and some soldiers instinctively stepped back, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Chapter 188 Trap