I somehow ended up in another world, somehow lost my powers, and somehow turned into a child.
A life in another world that starts with begging for food?
Fortunately, on the day I transmigrated, I was assessed as having the highest life-source level in human history: advanced peak.
I thought I would become a hero and rescue the people of another world from danger, but I never expected my other identity to be the ruler of monsters, a being capable of commanding countless monsters.
Ruling the world might be pretty nice. I'm done being a hero.
And so, one day ten years later, my well-rested monster army quietly bared its fangs at the world.