As one of the countless transmigrators, I should have followed the usual rules: only one chance to transmigrate, and if I died, all my efforts would be for nothing and I would vanish into oblivion. Yet fate seemed to favor me in particular, miraculously granting me the possibility of transmigrating a second time. Though that second transmigration had not truly begun yet, simply looking at the Guildmaster Momonga, renowned throughout the world of Overlord, filled me with an irresistible surge of confidence.
I had heard many legendary tales about Overlord, also known as The King of the Dead and jokingly called The Adventures of the Bone Overlord in Another World. It was a fantastical world full of adventure, where might made right and magic ran rampant. And I was lucky enough to be there, about to embark on an epic journey.
When I think about it, life's troubles are truly peculiar. These days, I pretend to fret every day over the overpowered, protagonist-like life awaiting me. I can't help picturing myself soon dominating the world, invincible and unrivaled, and secretly delighting in the thought. The feeling is simply beyond words.
But then it suddenly hit me: in the world of Overlord, I was already at the pinnacle of power, practically invincible. This sudden realization plunged me into a whole new situation: twice as invincible, but with twice the “troubles.” After all, the strong have their own loneliness and responsibilities. And now, in this other world, I was about to write a legend of my own.
AI has expired?
The first part is okay, it's a novel, but the last few chapters don't look like they were written by humans.
Except for being a little short, the rest of the bag looks good