The Dark Lord in Mordor: Stealing the One Ring at the Beginning

I am Lord Voldemort, the man who almost became the master of the wizarding world. With a ray of green light, I did not die in the hands of the savior, but fell into the battlefield of the battle between gods - Middle-earth. There is a colleague named Solon here, whose professional skills are worrying. He was keen on enslaving all living beings with a ring, and was eventually cut back to his original form by a human prince with a sword. He found me and wanted to take me on as his apprentice and teach me how to forge the Ring. How ridiculous. While he was playing with horcruxes and splitting souls, his master Morgoth was still playing with mud. He thought I was the sharpest rook on his chessboard, but he didn't know that my king had already left the chessboard. My golden finger is not a blessing from Vera, but the knowledge of black magic that spans the world, and the most paranoid pursuit of eternal life. While Sauron was busy rebuilding Barad-dur, I had used Horcrux technology to turn an ancient cold dragon into my first "ally." He said he wanted to rule Middle-earth. What I want is to analyze the origin of the "power" in this world. When the Supreme Ring was destroyed and Sauron disappeared with a howl, I put on the crown recast with dragon soul and contract. The old gods are dead, and now is the age of the Dark Lord.