So many things have happened over the past few months, and yet I still haven’t found a single answer regarding my reincarnation.

  A part of me wished I had some grand destiny—just like in the old isekai stories I used to read as a teenager in my previous life.

  Every reincarnated protagonist arrived in their new world with a special purpose, whether they were aware of it or not. And yet, as time passed, my hope of being “chosen” or somehow important began to fade little by little—slowly, like a shadow dissolving into darkness.

  My recent failure during the meeting with King Vlad II, along with Sora’s death, made one thing painfully clear:

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  I did not come to this world with advantages or cheats.

  Quite the opposite.

  I was playing on hard mode.

  And no matter how much effort I put in, things would not go my way so easily.

  I’ve already accepted my former death, and I promised myself I would become the greatest king ever to walk these lands.

  But promises are one thing.

  Actions are something entirely different.

  How could I become the greatest sovereign?

  “By being a great leader.”

  Right.

  A king was not only the ruler of a nation—he was also considered the moral leader of his people and the head of state.

  Therefore, if I wanted to become a great king, I had to raise my level of leadership.

  And there lay my first problem…

  I had absolutely no idea what it meant to guide others.

  In my past life, I was a follower—not a leader. I followed the orders of my teachers and my superiors in the political party. Because of my age, I was never allowed into important meetings. I attended mostly as a listener.

  Everything would be easier if I had some kind of advantage—something that made me stand out above everyone else.

  However, the only thing remotely close to a cheat skill was my reading knowledge.

  A talent that was almost useless in this kind of situation.

  What a mess.

  Damn it—I should’ve read those ridiculous “shark mindset” books back when I was in Mexico. I already knew most of them were meaningless garbage, but surely there had to be at least one decent idea buried somewhere in those pages.

  Anyway.

  Rome wasn’t built in a day.

  But I needed to learn as soon as possible.