Novel & Cerita I Am Overlord

Caramel took a breath, she tried gather her composure back, then say. "Um ... I guess--" "We're not acquainted yet, are we?" Kenzo interrupted Caramel's words, after finishing his drink in a glass. Kenzo added to his drink, again. Then he looked at Caramel. "Me, Kenzo de Leon." A stiff smile appeared on Caramel's lips behind her mask, when Kenzo nodded his head, he asked Caramel to immediately drink the drink. The aura on the man's face was so firm and also creepy, that Caramel automatically obeyed his orders.

How I wish I really belonged in this place. “Anyway, Ms. Patterson. Since we’re talking about it, you must be aware of the Seven Caste of Powers here in Olympus. I presume that you already have ideas about it?” She explained, going back to her formal and authoritative aura. She must have noticed that she’s taking off too much of her mask. “Yes, but not that much though,” I replied. The orientation went on and I must say that the more I get to know Olympus, the more I wanted to stay here. It’s as if I don’t want to wake up from the dream I can make use of as an escape against the cruelty of the human world.

Amma responded with a gentle smile, a testament to her unconditional love and desire to bring joy to her daughter. The shopkeeper's gaze lingered on Rithanya, curiosity and perhaps amusement evident in his eyes. Amidst the piles of watermelons, Rithanya made her choices clear, articulating her desires. "I want red watermelons to take home. And three glasses of Cane Juice. And one slice of pepper-topped watermelon to eat now." Her requests carried a newfound sense of assertion, an assertion of her preferences and an assertion of her right to savor life's simple pleasures.

Core data had been sold to the enemy. Richard remained standing at the head of the table, his face an icy mask. Inside, fury burned hot, but he refused to let it show. He had built LTM from the ground up with Cheng, turning it into one of the most innovative automobile giants in the industry. Betrayal was not something he tolerated lightly. “Someone in this room has betrayed me,” Richard said, his voice low and dangerously calm. “This isn’t the first time. The last man who tried something similar didn’t live to see the end of the week.”

Ian forced a smile, praying that the customs officers could hurry up with the checks. Then, a familiar, icy voice rang out. "So that's where you're hiding."

It was wonderful to watch, her voice cracked sounding like dry cinder when she saw I wasn't going to give in. She pointed a trembling finger at my bare chest, her eyes wide and bloodshot. “The highest commander is a traitor! He's hiding a ‘null’ omega who belongs to the state! Arrest him!” I looked at the cameras, and at the soldiers who were struggling to stand due to my scent. Then I laughed out loud. It was a cold, terrifying sound that made even the seasoned squad leader take a step back. “I'm habouring my mate,” I said.

“David, how daring of you! How dare you call the Overlords by their first names. You must be tired of living. Don’t drag me down if you want to die. I never said that an Overlord was supporting me. Using the Overlords’ names is a capital crime. Everyone knows that the five Overlords have not been involved in world affairs for many years. They will only appear when Leila is in crisis or there is serious internal strife. If you want to harm me, you should at least come up with a believable idea!” Ambrose yelled at David.

My Gammas stopped, their horses snorting and pawing at the ground, sensing the bloodlust in the air. Across the field, I saw him. The Overlord, standing on a ledge slightly higher than the ground on which we now stood, like a god of death. He was a coward, sending soldiers to fight his battles. His armor gleamed black as night, his face hidden behind a helmet adorned with jagged spikes. He was larger than life, a figure from nightmares made real. My blood boiled at the sight of him, rage clawing at my insides. We would leave this ground bloody and with his head in my hands.

His tongued lolled out of his mouth and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He turned on his heels and exited the room. Not without handing his Glock to the guard who did a double take at the now dead body hanging from the chain. If Marcelli wouldn’t bend the rules, he would. With that thought echoing in his mind, he walked out of GREZZO’s doors. Later, he requested to know his Mark’s name. Leon. Leon Wyder, they’d told him. The names. They were his trophies. ******************************

“Isn’t it, overlord?” I leaned next to his ear and whispered, feeling my voice become hoarse, “give me one reason I shouldn’t forcefully make my way to your mind and read you dirty secrets, Zahir.” Zahir clenched his jaws and I could hear him grit his teeth. “Overlord? Is luna telling the truth?” Hikari asked, getting on his feet. He still could not believe that his overlord could do something wrong. That was too strong of a trust for someone he wasn’t even emotionally connected to.