They called me a monster, a monster, absolute evil... I preferred to be called the Lord. Those who were once a slave to demons, and eventually conquered the whole world. But people like me sooner or later die at the hands of their enemies or even friends. So Death has taken me into its hands. At least that's what I thought. By the will of unknown forces, I was not only thrown into another world, but I was also given a new body. Now I am Sergei Nesterenko, a commoner magician with a defective core that not only prevents me from using magic, but is also slowly killing me. Well... Once I built a Great Empire. Can be repeated.