I Am Overlord Novels & Stories

But he won't lose anything, if he waited. Then the next one is the bonus skill. When Edward focuses his gaze on the skill, a row of information suddenly appears beside the skill. Ruler Command: a skill that must possess by rulers; people under the jurisdiction of the owner will follow his command unconditionally. The people that are also under the possessor of skill will also be 100 % loyal to the possessor.

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!"

"Kid, you may be good at fighting, but I work under Fifteenth Overlord! Do you want to die?" Despite being left at Felix's mercy, Trevor still spoke arrogantly. "If you weren't Fifteenth Overlord's pawn, I wouldn't have come here. Come on. Take me to him." Felix grinned. There was a flash of confusion in Trevor's eyes. He thought he had heard Felix wrongly. Did Felix really dare provoke Fifteenth Overlord? No one in the whole of Monaire dared do this, yet Felix… As they were heading to Fifteenth Overlord, Felix turned to Trevor with a grin. "So… Does Fifteenth Overlord have many connections, or is he just powerful?"

Harold said with a dark expression as he finally regained his composure. "Um," George, Iris, and the others' smiles froze on their faces when they heard this. They knew that Harold was right—apart from Harold, he still had Walter, Denzel, and Melvin with him, who were all warriors of the Overlord State as well. Not only that, but he had a dozen or so martial artists who attained the Semi Overlord State and plenty of others who were members of the realm of Supreme Masters! Leon's side, however, had only George and Leon himself running the show, and the rest were mediocre fighters. They were overpowered in both number and power, by a significant margin!

IF THIS IS A DEAD END, I AM GOING TO BUST RIGHT THROUGH IT! A scorching, unprecedented power detonated in the back of my mind. "Hey!" I screamed, ignoring Hudson's panicked shout to stay put, stepping entirely out of cover and exposing myself to the entire battlefield. Hearing my voice, every single raider instinctively turned to look at me. Instantly, the chaotic, deafening battlefield was violently paused. Every charging raider, every grinning killer, froze mid-step. The bloodlust drained from their eyes, instantly replaced by a glazed, fanatical obsession. They couldn't look away.

(Drex cuts him shut) "Did I just hear but from you? But what huh? Drex asked furiously as he flew toward General Marco " But sir, they gave you infinite power to over throne the previous overlord" General Marco completed his statement in fear "I WANT MORE POWER!!! Drex concluded as he knocks General Marco down, he passes out immediately but unfortunately dies "Let this be a waring to anyone to defiles my order" The overlord said as he flew back to his throne and appoints a new General leading the troops

she hollered. “Geez, calm your voice pipes down. You really do know how to make other’s ears bleed without even trying,” Zeke hissed while protecting his ears from his sister’s shrill voice pipes. “Shut up, Zeke ! Tell me what is going on here ? Why are you here ?” Amanda demanded. “The Dark Overlord,” he tersely replied. “That is what happened,” he laid back on the couch.

I asked again, softer this time, trying to reach her through whatever wall she had been forced to build. The man stepped forward. “I said she’s fine. Jeez. Mind your goddamn business.” His tone was gritted steel. A warning. He wore a crisp dark green uniform, polished boots, and medals glinting across his chest. Not a bodyguard. A high-ranking officer. My eyes flicked to the name tag sewn above his heart. General Enzo Kross. The name etched itself into my memory. I said nothing more. I just stared at him long enough to let him know I had seen what he was trying to hide.