Novel & Cerita Overlord Character Sheets

Desire… dangerous, but undeniable. The mock battle intensified. Every movement had to be precise. Every instinct honed. Shadows lunged, claws flashing, teeth baring. The young Omegas moved as one, growing stronger with each passing moment. Nova’s influence was clear. Leadership, courage, strategy—it all flowed through her. I pressed forward, amber eyes locked on a shadow moving too quickly, too subtly. Rylan’s influence lingered, clever, precise, dangerous. I struck decisively, forcing it back, muscles coiled, senses sharp. The young Omegas adjusted, coordinated, moved with precision.

{Name: Kirou} {Race: Werewolf(Lycan/Human)} {Class: Weapon Master} {Subclass: Crafting Master} {Traits: Lycan Transformation(Minor), Keen Senses(Minor), Adaptability(Minor), Information Analysis (Minor), Man-at-Arms(Class), Forge Your Own Path(Class), Fast Hands(Class), (Incomplete)} {Titles: , } {Weapons: Gunblade Tonfas, Wolf Claws, Enchanted Steel Chain, Threaded Wires, Metal Spike Boots, Fighter Gloves, Snake Leather Wired Gloves} {Armor: Basic Leather Armor, Mysterious Bead(???)} {Level: 20} {HP: 456/456 (456)} {MP: 380/380 (380)} {Str: 92 (36+<50>+"5+1")} {Int: 35 (34+"1")}

“Because we are stronger than you.” Naomi’s nose flared up as her lips twitched. She was quite shocked by their confident response even though this small lord has declared her stance. “Why do you think so?” Both the assistant and the vampire lord shifted their eyes to the snoozed Overlord. “Because… The Overlord loves a strong individual. If I can kill you here and present your body to her, we can get an equal chance the same as you.” “What makes you think that?” Naomi was astonished to see his positive thinking.

With one hit on his neck, the fool passed out cold. Coward. “You!” I barked, pointing at the man that stood beside the one I’d dragged out. “What’s with him?” I asked, disgusted at how he was whimpering. I don’t recruit cowards, how the hell did he make it here? The man fell to his knees, his head bowed as he spoke. “He’s my younger brother, Overlord. And despite how he looks or acts, he’s strong. He just….” His voice trailed.

I did not like surprises, and if the Overlord had pulled another one, it could be catastrophic. The Overlord was using dark magic. Alisa had warned us. What he couldn’t make up with numbers, he compensated with ancient, foul sorcery. I gritted my teeth, my body tensing as I watched his soldiers. Even the wounded, even those missing limbs, stood firm, their black eyes glowing faintly with a terrible power. They were still formidable, still dangerous, and it was as though nothing short of death could stop them. I raised my sword high, rallying my Gammas.

He would definitely be in his sixties, with bald head and a round potbelly for him to have such a title and to have a butler as reliable as Thomas. I had never seen a picture of this Overlord, people claim he liked being mysterious and quiet. He never really appeared in functions and when he did, the press rarely caught his picture. I heard the Overlord lived a solitary life like a monk, because he hadn't met his mate. Rumors also had it that he claimed to be waiting for the one true mate instead of sampling the field like other alphas. Some claimed that he gave his virility and drive to become the Overlord. While others claimed that he was too old to get it up. But no one knew exactly what

He would definitely be in his sixties, with bald head and a round potbelly for him to have such a title and to have a butler as reliable as Thomas. I had never seen a picture of this Overlord, people claim he liked being mysterious and quiet. He never really appeared in functions and when he did, the press rarely caught his picture. I heard the Overlord lived a solitary life like a monk, because he hadn't met his mate. Rumors also had it that he claimed to be waiting for the one true mate instead of sampling the field like other alphas. Some claimed that he gave his virility and drive to become the Overlord. While others claimed that he was too old to get it up. But no one knew exactly what

Soon, the doors opened again and a deadly feel hit the atmosphere. Flapping noises reached the ears of the men that were seated and they all turned their heads toward the entrance. With discomfort etched in their soul, they watched a tall figure walk past the door. His cloak was deep red and it was decorated with the repetitive pattern of blood droplets. And in his hold was a hand fan that had a skull tip. The Overlord walked in with pride in his steps and nothingness in his pure white eyes. As his graceful steps ended at the head of the table which was purposefully missing a chair, the vampire announced his presence.

He smirked and leaned back on the chair, “A bit small for the ruler of the largest pack in the realm, don't you think?” “I wouldn't do that if I were you.” Keyleth stepped to my side, her arms folded against each other. “Tell us about the rot and we might just let you live.” “What shall I call you?” The wolven asked again, the smirk on his face dropped. “Oliver. Just Oliver.” — “Koren?” The word rolled off Keyleth's tongue as the male looked with obvious annoyance. “Soren.” He snapped at her, turning a sharp gaze towards me. “Soren stris, the dark wolven rises, and the realm falls.”

“Fucking Useless, incompetence deserves no mercy. The Overlord will not be pleased.” The Overseer raised his palm, revealing a symbol etched into his flesh. It was intricate and arcane, with a star-like pattern at its center. The symbol glowed a sinister red, and the corpse convulsed violently. The blood pooling around the corpse began to tremble as if drawn by an unseen force.