From Landless Noble to King of Kings

When other people transmigrate, they become princes or lords. When I transmigrated, I became a “landless noble” without even an inch of territory.

No lands, no army, no wealth, only a crowd of enemies watching me like hawks and a name that once ruled the continent: “Carolingian.”

Fine. Let this world see how much chaos a modern soul armed with the purest royal blood can unleash.

My charm? It turns princesses and enemy queens into my trump cards. My bargaining power? It gets orc warlords and vampire counts fighting for me. My authority? It makes the cardinals compete to crown me.

From a mercenary tent to the Temple of Ten Thousand Kings, I’ll pave the way with enemy corpses and the oaths of my allies. I am William Carolingian. I’ll claim my throne with my own hands.