Reincarnated in another world as a great one

The carriage swayed gently, its rhythmic creak a mundane counterpoint to the vibrant chaos of nature outside. Birds chirped, a distant clash of insect titans hummed, and deer-like creatures grazed peacefully, oblivious to the cool-looking wolves that surely hunted them. Lilith, a mere three years old by this world's reckoning, sighed contentedly, her gaze sharp, intelligent, and far too old for her years.

"Kill or be killed, the law of the jungle," she muttered, a faint smirk touching her lips as a flicker of killing intent brushed against the carriage walls. Feeble. Pathetic. "If you want me to feel fear, at least have the intent of an eldritch god." She released a concentrated, inhuman pressure, a wave of madness-inducing bloodlust that would make lesser beings rupture. A satisfying notification pinged in her mind: Level increased by one.

Minutes later, the carriage stood still. A quick glance revealed the coachman slumped forward, having taken the brunt of her 'amusement.' The knights, supposedly her guards, lay lifeless, their sacrifice barely registering. "Sheesh, couldn't they at least be good enough to survive it," she mused, stepping out into the sunlight. The air smelled of cheap steel and despair, a scent that now brought her a strange sense of satisfaction. Her exp, however, was disappointing. With a wave of her hand, fire consumed the corpses and the carriage, leaving nothing but ash. She had a kingdom to walk to, and nobles to torment.