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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

He gestured toward the elder warriors feverishly combing through the library. Their reddened eyes betrayed their desperation to uncover secrets of immortality. After all, they had seen the emperor's youthful visage—a man in his twenties, wearing the face of a god.

"They're chasing mirages," Michael replied coolly. "There's no way to reverse time without dark, forbidden magic. At best, there might be techniques for limited rejuvenation. But those are things they'll need more than I will."

Oswald sighed quietly, acknowledging the truth of Michael's words. His mind drifted to the horrors of his father's pact with the god—the lives it had cost and the faces of those who had been sacrificed, including his eldest brother.

Amid his grief, Oswald thought he glimpsed his brother's face in the swirling black smoke that surrounded the god. Clenching his eyes shut, he whispered, "I only pray their souls find peace."

Chapter 248 The Price Of Excessive Pride