Western Fantasy I Became a God by Title

[In the 437th year of the Mask Era, I traveled through time and became a war scumbag. There are no cheats, no systems, no hidden bloodlines. [Strength: 4, Sensitivity: 3, Magic: 0] The inheritance he inherited was only a house on the edge of the village, half a bag of wheat, and a few gold coins. The only way out is farming. The dark wheat is dark and hard, and the baked bread has a bitter taste that cannot be washed away, but at least you will not die of hunger. I thought this was how my life would be—living until old age under the shadow of the sun forever. This is quite happy, in the fantasy world of the West, working hard to save money, travel and see the scenery. Until the village chief asked me to collect slime. A slime as big as a fist was lying on the straw. I smashed it with a hoe for a long time before killing it. I squatted down and was about to start collecting, when a line of words suddenly jumped out in front of my eyes: [Obtained the title: History Slaughterer—Magic plus one] Magic plus one. In this world, ordinary people have two to three magic powers throughout their lives. And I, fighting against five scum, my magic power became one. I thought this was an ordinary western fantasy adventure. Farm, fight monsters, level up, slowly climb up, and sooner or later you will be able to become a good person. However, I discovered that something was not quite right. The dark shadows on the edge of the mask squirm every day. The crystal stone that the original body picked up at random had black veins growing inside. What makes my back even more chilling is - how did the owner of this body die before I traveled through time? No, it doesn't seem like a Western fantasy. This is Cthulhu! ! !