by D.N. Newyn
The Knighthood shall die with me. Not because I would slay them. They were already dead, the useless lot, and I was the most useless of all. For I, Sir Henry Hildebraud of Mostenstein, was the last of the Knights of Saint Merin. And I was about to die. If only I had a sliver of magic, I could have fought back against those mages. But I had none. In a world full of magic, what could a knight like me possibly do with swords and shields? Ah, but what luck! Suddenly, a rock fell on my head, granting me a system . . . and I became a hundred times more intimidating. The not-so-lucky part, though . . . I didn’t get any stronger. The only stat that got multiplied was my Intimidation, an attribute I had never once asked for and could not, for the life of me, seem to turn off. Which would have been fine, if every time I spoke, I didn’t threaten to massacre the local populace against my will. Left with no choice, I, Sir Henry Hildebraud of Mostenstein, would have to survive by pretending to be the strongest man in the world. Fate, in its infinite mockery, decreed that I seek out the woman who supposedly knew how I could rise above this mess and restore the Order of Saint Merin to its former glory. Shame she was, by all reputable accounts, a total weirdo. WHAT TO EXPECT: Weak-to-strong Comedy (the terrifying kind, but still comedy) Accidental aura farming Super down bad love interest OP Intimidation Skill tree with insane downsides Dungeon grinding Knightly moral code Pathway-based progression system Power couple restoring the Knighthood (eventually . . .) Read 37 chapters ahead on Patreon, or join the Discord if you wanna talk about it.
