A weary historian dies and finds himself in a different world awakened in a life as the notorious young Duke of a southern state. His nation is weakened, his army underfed, and his neighbors revolve around his lands menacingly. No one believes his land is going to hold out until winter.

But this newfound duke is no naive simpleton his enemies recollect. He carries with him the experience of centuries of war and empire, of starting and ending monarchies. From Caesar to Napoleon, from the Mongols to world wars, he has learned from each of them—and his strategy is to make history his very own arms.

He organizes his smashed levies into well-trained formations, rebuilds his castles, and turns his villages into supply centers. Where others see defeat, he senses opportunity. As he triumphs, rumors spread: of a pennant red as winter snow that shall not go to ground, of a bloody duke who writes his name in gore and flame.

Is he a savior who's constructing a new empire, or a tyrant who's going to bring the world to endless war?

Justinian teased, sliding across the bandit's sword and delivering a quick decapitation, another easy kill.


Another bandit yelled out, deeper into the camp this time, along with a full formation meant to overwhelm Justinian, no longer playing around.


The what seemed to be bandit leader commanded, firing dozens of arrows at once onto Justinian, a guaranteed death to anyone, anyone who wasn't close to being a legend in terms of ability.


But even then, Justinian wasn't taking any chances.


He grabbed a corpse next to him, using it as a shield as he ran away, preferring not to become a pincushion.


The corpse wasn't nearly enough, but even a few inches of meat and bone were better than bare air.


Justinian yelled out at Feryll, who was still watching, snapping her out of her trance as they both ran outside the camp, a trail of arrows in their wake.


Chapter 57 - System Abusing