Other people become lords in another world: From the start, they get at least a barony, all kinds of beautiful women throw themselves at them, and if all else fails, they get a golden finger. Life couldn't be sweeter.
Me becoming a lord in another world: I transmigrate into a serf from the start, then the knight takes me to war against the elves. I'm just one step away from hell!
After such a nightmare start, still cannon fodder, I can't help looking up at the heavens and asking: God, if you were going to throw me here, you could at least give me a chance to survive! Any kind of golden finger will do!
Suddenly, a crack split open in the sky above. God said: Got it. I'll assign you a few girls right away.
