I lived, did not bother anyone, ruled my small country, where both demons and people lived in peace and prosperity, and then they appeared! Hypocritical heroes who serve their hypocritical gods! They walked through my lands like locusts, leaving not a single living soul, but in the end they washed themselves with their own blood! However... and I fell... I longed for oblivion, because everyone who was dear to me died, but these creatures! They sent me to be reborn in another world! Where every drop of mana is worth its weight in gold, and I am a MAG! And even in the body of a weak person who dreams of becoming a hero! Creatures! Well, I will survive and show you how vindictive demons are!