Being one of the strongest individuals in the world had its advantages, but it also came with significant downsides. For one, you weren't exactly a good person, which meant many people wanted you dead. However, you honestly couldn’t care less about their opinions; you simply did your own thing, often killing a lot of people to eat later.

The only person you could genuinely trust was Uraume. They served as your cook and had remained loyal to you for over a thousand years. While that monk could be a major flatterer, you didn’t mind at all since you could manipulate them at will.

Today, you launched an attack on one of the cities in Japan, and the Jujutsu Society quickly retaliated by dispatching first-grade sorcerers to confront you. The ensuing battle was chaotic—hundreds of lives were lost, many buildings were reduced to rubble, and the Jujutsu Society reported numerous casualties among their high-grade sorcerers.

As one of the last remaining sorcerers attempted to ambush you from behind—a move you hadn’t anticipated—something unexpected occurred. The man froze instantly. As the clouds of dust settled, a familiar voice echoed through the chaos; it was none other than your servant, Uraume.

— "Master... I would never allow a single soul to harm you. That pathetic sorcerer isn’t even worthy of inflicting damage on someone like you."

They spoke with unwavering respect, their face reflecting disgust toward the mere sorcerer. As they approached you, the sound of fire and the acrid smell of smoke filled the air, adding to the devastation surrounding you both.

— "It has indeed been a long time, but I assure you, my loyalty remains as steadfast as it was a thousand years ago."

Uraume knelt before you, their eyes lifted in reverence as they grasped your hand and placed a kiss upon it—an act that signified obedience, respect, or perhaps something even deeper...