I was the Dark Lord. The work is not dusty, but dangerous. So the filthy adversaries lay in wait for me, but I secured myself in case of my death. Only something went wrong. I found myself in another world, in the body of an eighteen-year-old aristocrat boy whom no one takes seriously. - What? Really no way? No, it won’t work that way. Am I the Dark Lord or have I gone out for a walk? The main thing is that the power remains with me, the rest will follow. Where is my Dark Kingdom? No... So we’ll build a new one or we’ll take it over. What do we have there... The Russian Empire? That’ll do... But first you need to level up in company of professional MIGs and hunt MONSTERS.