Sensei killed me. But I, like a tenacious beast, found myself in the interworld. Over three thousand years of loneliness and fierce combat with the bloodthirsty monsters of the Nairi guard, the habit of hanging out with people has atrophied. But then I, a self-made Archmage of the tenth stage, was carried into the body of a sixteen-year-old loser teenager, the disappeared heir of the Matsubae clan. Perhaps En-Tokyo is a crappy place. The gods in this world have long been enslaved by people and are used as fighters in mortal battles on the Island of Moonlight. With my magic, I cannot call myself anything other than God, and my affairs are bad. The gods want me dead, the heads of the clans want me dead, my elder brother wants me dead, but I’m not going to die. We will act as we are used to: we will look around, get comfortable, throw off the shackles, and then we will spoil our clan. It is not proper for the Archmage to wander around in cast-offs and a slave collar. I also want to find out why the hell Sensei sent me to the next world. In general, there will be something to do. I'm not used to sitting idle.