I transmigrated.
The good news is that I didn't turn into something like a slime, goblin, or spider. My species is still human, and there's no doubt I'm male.
Since I'm in a civilized world, I don't have to worry about things like personal hygiene.
I'm at the very pinnacle of martial might, one of the strongest fighters in the whole world, unquestionably among the mightiest.
I have indescribable charm, enough to captivate countless men and women alike.
My brain is a library that carries on all of civilization, and I know everything.
I have an infinite lifespan, far removed from the troubles of aging and death.
I command a vast empire, worshipped like a god by countless people.
I have a house full of children and grandchildren, each with extraordinary skills.
The bad news is...
I'm trapped on a golden toilet, and my birthplace has become... well, this is Terra, too.
"Where's my Terra? Where's my hive city? What the hell is Oripathy? Puns are supposed to cost you money!"
