After getting shitfaced, I transmigrated into a novel world as a complete nobody.
This nobody extra, Auren, is all but destined to die.
Not only have I been given the impossible mission of surviving in an Academy full of titans...
But if anyone discovers my true nature, I will be skinned alive.
If I fail my overlords, I'll be gutted.
And if I run, I will be nobody.
But now, of course, I can abuse my knowledge of the novel to flick away all my enemies and proclaim myself God Emperor of the Seven Realms.
...
So I thought.
Turns out, I've been transmigrated 100 years AFTER the events of the novel.
What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? Be a historian?
With no money to my name and the scraps of ancient knowledge, I must scratch and claw for every inch of power.
All I have been gifted in this cruel world is an insatiable hatred for the ones who wronged me.
All of Humanity must die. They will die.
And I will be the one to shepherd its demise.