A Strategist's Descent: Lust, Power, and the Price of Conquest

In the moment before death, all Kuroda Shota could think was: *I never even once...* Thirty-five years old. Overworked. Never had a girlfriend. When he collapses at his desk from heart failure, he expects nothing but oblivion. Instead, he wakes in a desolate wasteland—younger, scarred, and bearing a strange glowing sigil on his right hand. The power it grants him? Buff magic. Enhancement. Support. The kind of ability that makes *other people* stronger. Not exactly the cheat skill of his drea