Zombeater

[2025 WSA ENTRY] 

Darin was just a simple blacksmith. He wanted a quiet life, a steady job, and maybe enough money to fix the hole in his roof.

But fate had other plans.

Thanks to an unfortunate mix of coincidences, a ridiculous prophecy, and some very excitable villagers, Darin suddenly finds himself labeled as the reincarnation of an ancient, all-powerful Dark Lord. Now, knights want to slay him, cultists want to worship him, and political schemers want to manipulate him, all while he desperately tries to convince everyone that he is just some guy.

With misunderstandings piling up faster than he can escape them, Darin must navigate a world that insists on making him its next great villain… whether he likes it or not.

A comedy of mistaken identity, accidental power plays, and one very confused protagonist, I Was Mistaken for the Reincarnated Evil Overlord is a lighthearted fantasy adventure where every denial only makes things worse.

[NO HAREM]

I Was Mistaken for the Reincarnated Evil Overlord

Duchess Mary of House Jade was drunk.

She lazily swirled the half-empty bottle of fine dwarven whiskey in her hand, watching the amber liquid slosh against the glass. The fire in the grand hall crackled warmly, casting a flickering glow over the luxurious, empty room.

She let out a long, dramatic sigh.

"Eighty years," she muttered, stretching out on the oversized couch, her long silver hair spilling over the cushions. "Eighty. Damn. Years."

Eighty years of being the Defender of the North.

Eighty years of waiting for something interesting to happen.

Mary groaned, throwing an arm over her face. "I was ecstatic when I first got this job! The battles! The glory! The respect! And now?"

She waved her bottle vaguely at the air.

"Now I'm babysitting a peaceful border where nothing happens except trade disputes and the occasional drunken brawl between dwarves."

Duchess Mary and her Boredom of a Legend