I was the strongest Pathfinder of my world. I had power and authority, and the Order I created obeyed every word. But the Archimags frightened me and betrayed me. Now I'm in a new world, in the body of a weak guy, disinherited and sentenced to death. Haah! Are these problems? I will punish enemies. Tough, tasteful. I will earn money. After all, my Gift in this world is unique, and I have no equal here. I will raise the genus from the bottom. So much so that even the Emperor will shudder when he hears my name! The girls are beautiful, the food is delicious, the monsters are scary, and the opponents... Opponents are still no match for me! I feel I will like it here! But the rest... However, these are already their problems!