He transmigrated into the medieval age, becoming a young man named Phield. He soon learned that in this world, only women had the chance to awaken as Divine Chosen, each possessing wildly different powers. Phield hadn’t even had time to feel relieved— when his useless father and vicious stepmother were already planning to exile him to open up a barren wasteland crawling with monsters. And even worse—no, far worse than that. The rot had already spread through the entire empire… perhaps even the entire world. Brutal nobles, cultists who worshipped dark elves, unspeakable horrors, and schemes lurking everywhere— all of it relentlessly persecuting Phield himself. Fine. Fine. Fine. Fine. Very well. Since you all want to play this way— then I’ll stop pretending to be human altogether. My sister’s territory is a hundred times richer than mine? I’ll take it by force. My younger brother is peacefully farming and herding sheep in his domain? I’ll take that too. Those pitiful non-human races are so poor they have nothing left? Then I’ll take all the beauties. The Elf Queen: “Where is my World Tree?!” The Human Overlord: “Where did my treasury go?!” The Demon King: “Why has my entire succubus legion been taken?!” Phield: “This rotten world… might as well smash it to pieces.”