As long as I can remember, I’ve been fighting the unclean, never looking back at anyone. I plowed straight ahead and kept improving. Magic has always been with me, and luck smiled too. This time I didn’t stop either. Did the artifact malfunction, or did the gods decide the fate of my soul?
It’s good that I destroyed my enemies, and the traitor from the cave won’t get out. I ended up in a new world—in the body of a penniless nobleman. Everything here is unfamiliar, and there’s plenty to be surprised by. Technological progress is high. Aristocrats and commoners, gold and bank accounts, beautiful girls, clans—and closed locations where the unclean creatures from other worlds have settled. The sword won’t let me down, and trophies won’t be long in coming. You just need to use your skills correctly and achieve what I had before. My namesake is younger and less experienced—he lost his battle, but he left me his memories. We’re not that different; he’s from the clan “Fierce Warrior,” while I got the nickname Yaryi. Let’s see what comes of it, but our goals are still the same…