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

He jolted so hard in the saddle that Steve besides him, currently in his full, proud war-beast mode—turned his head mid-stride and gave darin a long, slow blink.

"…Bless me," Darin muttered, rubbing his nose.

Vincent, riding ahead and perched on Grull's massive shoulder like a traveling philosopher-king, called back with a grin. "Is the mighty Overlord finally succumbing to mortal weaknesses? Shall we dig a hole and prepare a eulogy?"

"Shut up," Darin sniffed. "It's just the altitude."

"Or fate," the Sorceress murmured beside him, cloaked in her ever-present aura of knowing-too-much. "Your men are probably crying somewhere. The universe punishes leaders with sympathy sneezes."

Darin frowned. "That's not how magic works."

"You've met your cult. Are you sure?"

The Ember Summit Approaches