Welcome to my story. I'm Scott Armidais Wheaton, your host for this adventure, or you can call me what my peers and family like to call me: Scott.

  Where to start? Let's just rip the band-aid off and jump right into the juicy stuff, shall we? (Spoiler alert!) So, I was moved into another universe through a massive environmental phenomenon called “Isekai Ten’i”, which just means “transition into another world” in Japanese. But being transitioned—or forced, rather, by this almighty, invisible hand—I wasn't alone. Everyone from my home planet was forced, along with a ton of other planets in the universe, into multiple grueling tutorials. These brutal tutorials were the bloody precursor to the new universe.

  Whoever actually made the cut, or rather lived through the tutorials, made it to Earth Two—which we nowadays call Titan Prime—or their own respective planet, just much larger than the original, nestled inside the Milky Way universe. Humans went to Titan Prime, Elves went to Venus (or what they called Avelon), Martians of course came from Mars, and so on. To sit here and name all of the different races in the universe would take years, and I would much rather introduce each unique race as I actually meet them throughout my story.

  Now, these universe-shattering phenomenon's were all created by this cold, unbiased being that takes many shapes and forms, known commonly as “The System,” or some people like to call it “The Creator.” The funny thing is, you really don't get the choice whether or not you get isekai-d in the first place. The System just chooses who, what being, or world, then —it violently teleports you however it deems necessary. Yeah, I know calling it “The System” is a little bit cliché to some people in the LitRPG genre, but to the crew and myself, that's exactly what it is, and we have been calling it that since the very first day of the tutorial.

  So long story short, I've become this ultra-strong, blah-blah-blah Overlord that accidentally got thrown into a heavy leadership role highly despised by many people across the many, many universes. I'd say it's because they're simply jealous of my rugged good looks and amazing abilities that got me this far in the first place, but the wife would certainly say otherwise.

  Now, I am heavily tasked with putting the cosmic smackdown on mortals, Gods, and beasts alike that tend to take things too far. For example, cursing an entire planet full of people in a big, dark ritual that inadvertently sacrifices the universe is simply frowned upon by my crew, “The Seven.”

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  Also, blowing up a planet full of living beings tends to be a big “No No” nowadays. Especially since the fiery Jahnova incident. Look, we may or may not talk about that in the future, but let's just say it was caused by a certain someone. Not pointing fingers or anything (I am violently pointing at myself). Let's just move past it. I'm guessing this endless cosmic babysitting job is mostly my penance for that... awkward little mess-up.

  Because of it, I'm part of the aforementioned group, The Seven. There actually used to be eight of us, but one perished due to some tragic miscommunications—another story for another time. I won't bore you by listing everyone's dramatic titles right now, but you'll meet the whole crew eventually. The important ones for this exact moment are my wife, Ann—officially the “Lady of War,” though I affectionately just call her Ann Bear—and our buddies David and Cat.

  David insists on being called the “Protector of the Untamed Lands” and the “Lord of the Hunt,” but we usually just call him the “Father of Drink.” And Cat is the “Healing Hand,” or the “Heavenly Hand,” depending on what day of the week you ask her.

  Yep, the protectors of the universe, per se. It has been a wild, blood-soaked ride over a massive period of time, with tons of heavy losses on the way—mainly caused by me, unfortunately. But hey, if it keeps the universe safe at night, then so be it. I shall carry that heavy burden on my shoulders until the end of time, or until death do us part.

  Being this amazing, almighty, strong Overlord—yeah, I know I'm a bit full of myself at times—has honestly been a bit slow lately. No one to aggressively save or to kill, just quiet generations of peace and prosperity. To be honest, this peaceful time has been overly boring for someone as ancient as I am. Being a part of the Seven has kept me busy over the aeons, though most of the time I just sleep as millennia fly by. Physical sleep hasn't technically been required for quite some time now, but I still highly enjoy a little shut-eye every now and again.

  Now, Ann Bear gave me this grand idea to actually sit down and write a book about how I became this Overlord Protector in the first place. She spoke passionately about hopefully inspiring more people to grow in power, so in turn we could, you know, finally retire someday and pass on the heavy mantle. (Thank you, my love).

  Honestly, I could easily have one of my many devoted followers write my origin story for me. But David and Cat specifically argued that having someone else write it wouldn't have nearly as much of an impact on the narrative. Plus, I secretly think they just like to watch me struggle at something since I'm pretty damn good at everything else. So, heeding Ann’s, David's, and Cat’s thoughtful advice, here we are with a blank page.

  Let's start from the very beginning, shall we? So sit back, crack a beer or grab a cup of coffee and let's dig into the start. Eh and to think of being a weak human again brings back memories. Way back “A long time ago in a”… oops, wrong script. Ah yeah, how about this: “In the beginning”... Nope, that sounds way too holy… ah, here we go…