He was just an average guy — overworked, overtired, and slowly being suffocated by his own body. Severe sleep apnea had turned every night into a gamble, and deep down, he knew he wouldn’t wake up one day. He just didn’t expect that day to come so soon. But when it did, death wasn’t the end. He woke up — not in his cramped apartment, not in his own body — but in the fragile, failing form of a sickly noble’s second son. A boy everyone had already written off. A world of swords and magic stretched out before him, full of wonder and danger — and utterly foreign from everything he’d ever known.