For the Sake of my Salvation, This World Will Become Mine

Ruthlessness, cruelty, and talent in manipulation. Mix these together with power and boredom and you have a walking incarnation of chaos. A being of pure destruction and malice, one whom war and death follow like obedient dogs. That was the kind of man he was, unstoppable, arrogant, and unapologetically merciless. So what if millions were dead? His pockets were stuffed with cash. Fortunately for the Earth, he was killed in a freak accident. Divine intervention if you will.

Now, faced with torment or servitude, our walking incarnation of chaos is now the obedient dog, taking over a new body and a new name: Linea Vitreal. And to make things worse, the technology is about as advanced as 11th Century Europe, with kingdoms more obsessed with waging war than feeding their own populations. So what if he has magic? Having powerful magic doesn't change the fact that there's shit in the streets, rampant diseases, and the greatest lack of hygiene anyone from the modern era has ever seen. But the worse off something is, the more there is to improve. Stamp out corruption, punish greed, show no mercy.