The Fall of the Empire: My Mercenary Era

After transmigrating to the final years of the Holy Empire, Ivan Sol had only one goal: survive.

No golden finger, no inborn superhuman strength, just a dying boy and a hundred or so outlaws who could turn on him at any moment. Bandits, orcs, imperial cavalry, greedy nobles: on this continent scorched by war, everyone wanted to trample over their corpses.

Ivan decided to trample back first.

Dwarf matchlocks take sixty breaths to reload? Then he'd scale the wall on the sixty-first.

The half-orcs of Blackridge Mountain are smarter than ordinary orcs? Then he'd let their cleverness be their undoing.

The imperial tax collector wants to negotiate? Sorry, I'm the one who decides what's on the spoils list.

From the battered remnants on the wasteland to a flag that refuses to fall atop Iron Oak Fort's walls.

From hunted prey to a force the Electors have to send envoys to win over.

When the Ironclaw Legion of "Bloodwolf" Cao Waal lays siege to the city, and civil war among the Seven Electors drags the whole continent into the abyss...

Ivan draws the long knife that carried him out of the piles of the dead.

"Remember, this is our turf."

Low magic + military + political intrigue: the gritty rise of a retired special forces soldier amid the chaos of a Western fantasy world.