A wave of dizziness. A blinding white light. Then... nothingness.
When my eyes finally open, a cold stone ceiling greets me. The rough texture of a straw mattress presses against my back, a coarse blanket covers my legs, and the lingering scent of melted wax and dampness fills the air.
[Fame System Activated.]
[Welcome, Rolland Frostmar.]
[Analysis in Progress...]
My heart races. That mechanical voice—cold yet clear—echoes inside my skull. I try to sit up, but my body feels heavy, unfamiliar. These aren't my arms, not my hands. My fingers are thinner, my joints aching.
[Analysis Complete.]
[Current Kingdom Status: Declining.]
[King's Popularity: Extremely Low.]
[Primary Objective: Restore Frostmar's Glory.]
I close my eyes for a moment, struggling to process what's happening. Memories of my past life surface—civil engineer, 32 years old, an ordinary but stable existence. An accident... and then this awakening.
I've been reincarnated. Into the body of a dying king? A medieval kingdom? And this System? It feels like a game interface, yet everything is too vivid, too real.
[Fame System Mechanics:]
[Perform notable actions to earn Fame Points.]
[Spend points to unlock knowledge, skills, or resources.]
[Warning: Every action impacts the kingdom's social and political balance.]
The stone door groans as it opens. An elderly man in a tunic embroidered with the royal crest bows slightly.
"Your Majesty, you're awake. The council awaits you in the throne room."
I nod silently. My legs are unsteady, but I walk. My mind churns. If this is real, I must act—fast.
The throne room is vast, but its decay betrays the kingdom's decline. Cracked pillars, faded tapestries, a suffocating silence. Around the council table, men watch me with wary eyes, their expressions a mix of anxiety and distrust.
"Your Majesty," says a gray-bearded advisor, "the kingdom teeters on collapse. Harvests are meager, our coffers empty, and our neighbors eye our lands greedily."
Another adds bitterly, "The people doubt your rule. The nobles plot. And the army... is but a shadow of its former self."
They wait for my reaction. The old king—the one whose body I now inhabit—was weak. Indecisive.
I won't be.
I meet their gazes squarely.
"Gentlemen... it's time to rebuild Frostmar. Together, we will restore this kingdom to the glory it deserves."
A pause. Then murmurs. Surprise? Fear? No matter.
[Main Quest Updated: Restore Frostmar's Glory.]
[Reward: New System Features Unlocked.]
I already feel the spark. This world may not be ready for me.
But I'm ready to reshape it.
Stone by stone. Law by law. Reform by reform.
And with this System...
I won't just be a king.
I'll become a legend.