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

The Reaper Forest continued to be a pain in the ass.

After the ghostly ambush, the group barely had time to catch their breath before trudging deeper into the woods. The trees only got denser, the path narrower, and the ground muddier. It was as if the forest itself wanted them dead, or at least severely inconvenienced.

Darin, leading the way, gripped his warhammer tightly. His boots squelched in the damp earth, and he muttered curses under his breath.

"Alright, listen up," he called to the group. "We stay in formation, no wandering off, no touching weird glowing things, and no running toward suspiciously familiar ghostly figures."

One of the mercenaries, the same one who lost his brother (or thought he did), shuffled awkwardly. "Uh… my bad."

Darin sighed. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't do it again."

Traps, Trees, and Tactical Idiocy