Tied down his entire life by the perils of mediocrity,  Jarod sin is diagnosed with a terminal illness cutting his life expectancy at just twenty six years old. 

With a six months prognosis, he wallows about his predicament while taking a leave from work to explore bits of the world before his death, sadly he is mugged by a thief on a cold evening, proving once more how mediocre and trash he really was, but everything changed when he opened his eyes. 

He had been transmigrated into the body of Milo von Brithuels, third son of a count in a fantasy land, just like the one he used to read about, now armed with a new life he vows to escape the clutches of mediocrity and achieve something for the first time.

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SCENES OF MILD GORE AND DEPICTIONS OF TORTURE.


IT IS ADVISED THAT YOU SKIP IF YOU'RE LIGHT MINDED AND CANT HANDLE SUCH SCENES.


"Let me summarize your situation, Dante. First off, you were unsatisfied with your position as viscount, and decided to exploit the patriarch at his weakest, then formed an alliance with a third party -the cult of Nirvana- and helped them wreck havoc in the county all for the sake of overthrowing the head, but after the bandits hired by you were caught, you decided to dispose of any evidence leading to you in hopes of a clean escape, but failed. So?.... Am I missing something"


His eyes were wide awake right now, hearing the familiar name of the secret group he worked for must've startled him, especially when it came from a mere fifteen year old. He shrugged on his seat, the chains on his wrist and legs clanking loudly as he protested in blatant rage.


Chapter 36 - Torture cellar 2