I gained power and founded the Great Empire, ruling it strictly, but fairly. But only after I defeated my greatest enemy did a strange curse send my soul one and a half thousand years into the future.
And what did I see?
My empire was split, my lineage had fallen to the very bottom, and I—of all people—became a bastard. Well, no matter. One day I will conquer this world again, and I’ll be able to do it once more…
Wait.
What do you mean, there’s different magic here now?!