I died from a divine typo.
Not a noble sacrifice. Not a badass blaze of glory. Just… fatally misfiled.
As an apology, the gods offered me three "powers of my choosing." So I reached for the overpowered, the broken, the god-killers—
Rejected.
Rejected.
Rejected.
In the end, I was stuck with:
Appraisal: Slightly Misleading – lies more than it helps, unless you're a genius (I am).
Minor Alchemy – can transmute pocket lint into chalk. That's... useful, right?
Negligible Telekinesis – I can move a spoon. Slowly.
But here's the twist:
I don't need brute strength. I have plans.
I'll rewire this fantasy world one thread, one trap, one impossible invention at a time.
And along the way?
Well… turns out MILFs are everywhere in this realm—gritty guildmasters, elven rangers, dark-elf scholars, succubus diplomats.
They're powerful, proud, and very much not looking for some reincarnated nobody.
Which is exactly why I'm going to make them fall for me—slowly, strategically, passionately.
Tags action | adventure | reincarnation | r18 | system | magic | superpower | comdey | weaktostrong | harem | slice of life | medieval | milfs | slowburn