All normal reincarnators get placed into the bodies of young, flawed heirs of an extinct family. And me? I ended up in the body of an old man who hadn’t been sober for the last ten years. At least they didn’t skimp on my strength—thanks for that. Now I’m the head of the local inquisition. And in my previous life, I was a dark ruler. Now I just need to figure out why a gun was pointed at my face. And why, for the hell of it, does everyone want to kill me?