Lord of the Mysteries: Please Call Me Elden Lord

Also known as [Starting as a Soulsborne Protagonist and Fighting My Way Through Lord of the Mysteries]

[You can enjoy this story even if you have never played the games.]

The Elden Lord who slaughtered his way through the Lands Between, consort to the Lunar Princess, the sovereign who sealed the Frenzied Flame-His Lordship the Tarnished was searching for a way back to Earth when an Error led him to answer a cultist's prayer, sending him plunging headfirst into Tingen City, Elden Ring and all.

Before he could even remark, "The people here are so much friendlier than in the Lands Between," he discovered that he could no longer leave. His divine status was trapped inside the body of a private detective named Leon Kaspar.

Want him to lie low? What a joke. Back then, he had hacked his way from Limgrave to the foot of the Erdtree with two battered blades. Was he supposed to chicken out just because he was in another world?

Just as he was preparing to go all out against the local gods, a piece of news stopped him in his tracks-this was Earth.

He understood at once. This was no fucking accident. Could the Greater Will be behind this again?

Then he discovered that the True Creator was a Lunatic with a fireball above his head, clamoring to destroy everything, and that the Church of Storms' divine emissary was an enormous hand with six fingers.

For the first time, the phantom of the Elden Beast appeared in the skies above Backlund.

The Tarnished sighed and took out one Furled Finger after another, summoning the fellow travelers he had encountered along the way: the Undead, the Ashen One, and the Hunter from a foreign land.

"Brothers, we're home!"

The strength you wield is precisely what befits a crown. Bear witness!