From Outcast To Overlord: The Unyielding Heir 소설 & 이야기

Alisa~ The Overlord stood, his imposing figure casting an elongated shadow across the room as he paced with a measured, deliberate stride. His scar, still pink yet stark from whatever violence had created it, seemed to pulsate with every step, drawing attention to the cold fury that simmered beneath his rigid facade. His sharp, golden eyes surveyed the men seated before him, his lips curling into a sneer as he spoke.

"Argh!!!" With a terrible cry, Ches' clothes vaporized, revealing his golden skin! Clang!!! Then, as he squeezed with his bare hands, he shattered the Overlord into tiny pieces! With that, he kicked Caleb in the stomach and sent him flying! That was the Overlord Bloodline and what made it so fearsome! Swish! As Ches got on his feet, he held out his hand, summoning his Noble-grade sword back to him. His body glowing in gold, he looked positively like a war god, his very presence inspiring fear.

It collided with Gideon's handprint, both exploding into nothingness. Alberto, narrowly escaping death, was overjoyed. He turned his gaze forward and saw the ocean split apart. A white-haired elder slowly walked out. Seeing him, Alberto clung to hope like a drowning man clutching a lifeline. "Overlord! Overlord, you're here! The heavens haven't abandoned me after all! Overlord, save me!" Alberto screamed hysterically. The white-haired elder, known as Overlord, snorted coldly and barked, "You disgraceful fool! Apologize!"

“No, my dear. I’ll rebuild it.” He began pacing. “The packs are fractured, ruled by weak Alphas who bow to human kings and corrupt councils. I will burn the old world to ashes and raise a new one from it. And you—” He stopped in front of me, close enough that I could smell the faint trace of smoke and iron on him. “You will ensure it continues.” My breath caught. “What?” “You are my heir, Scarlett,” he said quietly, like it was the simplest truth in the world. “When I fall, you will rise. When I conquer, you will reign. My blood runs through your veins, you cannot deny what you are meant to be.”

Even the legitimate heir was afraid to enter without permission. The man in seclusion in the ancestral hall was his uncle and a pillar of the Zadra family. That man was an unflinching executioner, a childhood dream, a man with blood-stained hands, synonymous with death! Kratos Zadra was at the pinnacle of Martial Overlords and the most powerful man in the northern aristocratic families!

I stepped through the opening that the Zetas made for me and stopped a few feet away from Kai. “Jericho Kiran St. Claire, you are responsible for the deaths of sixteen young men, how say you?” Falcon said as Kai just watched me. “I am,” I said and I turned my head to look at my mother as tears formed in her eyes. “Henceforth you are banished from Scotland, banished from this pack–” Kai said and I looked up at him. “Kai!” I heard my mother but he ignored her. “You are no longer fit to be a member of this family and I announce Gabriel St. Claire as my heir and successor to the throne of Scotland,” he continued.

themselves from me. What the...f... I blankly returned to my place, and the blue-haired boy spoke in a sad voice, " Sigh, Looks like we both have to walk on the hard path of Elemental Warrior. No chance of becoming an Elemental sorcerer, it seems. " Hearing those words, I felt like returning from the abyss; it looks like there was still a chance, But one thing was confusing. Generally, I should have inherited the memories from this body's brain, but I can't remember anything new besides my previous life memories. But I must ask about this so-called Elemental Warrior from this blue-haired guy first. ' But I don't know his name....I'll just go with Bro since he also called me that way, ' C

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

Twin to him, the second figure removed her helmet as well—a young woman with the same severe expression, her dark hair cropped close to her skull, holding a heavy-caliber suppression rifle resting casually across her armored shoulder. Caspian and Lyra Vane, the heirs to the Outlander dynasty. "We expected a delegation of frightened diplomats cowering behind their father's corporate shields," Caspian said, stepping forward with an easy, mocking confidence. His eyes swept over Apollo’s glowing amber gaze, Kaira’s poised stance, and the empty space where Caelen had already melted back into the absolute shadows. "Instead, they sent the children."

The fog rolled in from the ocean, thick and gray, swallowing the world beyond the iron fence. A figure emerged from the mist. Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair and blue eyes. He was handsome in the way that mountains were handsome, imposing, breathtaking, and a little bit terrifying. "Isabella." He approached slowly, his hands raised. "Thank you for coming." "Who are you?" "My name is Thomas Thorn." He paused. "I'm your uncle." Isabella's blood ran cold. "Alexander's son?" "His only son." Thomas's voice was soft. "The one he tried to erase."