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Restart:Untalented Man

Riz is a fresh graduate who has been job hunting for a year. In terms of talent, he has no talent. Always a mediocre type of person. The only good point he has is that he is a hardworking person. After so many failed interviews, he starts to get dispirited. However, as he does not so easily give in to that feeling, he resolves to try his luck in the last interview he has. Indeed, it is his last interview. An accident occurs on his way there. When he opens his eyes, he is in the middle of the forest, tattered clothes with blood on it. "Th-this...", Riz was shocked as he found his body smaller than it should be. It didn't take him too much time to understand everything that happened. He becomes the youngest son of a count. Finding himself in the backward world, he who has no ambition previously is in a dilemma. At first, he just wants to live quietly and enjoy the richness and privilege as a noble. But then circumstances push him in a different direction. One event led to another, now he finds himself at the top of power.

Spartzan · Fantasia
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509 Chs

Escape Time

The battlefield was left with a scene of chaos and destruction. The air was thick with the smell of death and smoke from the cannons and muskets that had been fired throughout the conflict, and the ground was covered in the remains of men who had died on both sides.

The groans of the wounded and dying can clearly be heard. Without further ado, the injured Barlia's soldiers were loaded into a wagon by their fellow comrades. They are to be carried back to the camp to be tended. Vofors soldiers on the other hand were left to die.

As the sun set and cast a warm glow on the blood-soaked ground, Victor orders for a grave to be dug. The soldiers obey despite their hunger and tiredness.

The sound of shovels digging into the earth filled the air as soldiers worked together to collect and bury the fallen comrades. In a short amount of time, thousands of holes were dug. Their nose was tickled with a mix of smells of fresh earth, blood and gunpowder.