Overlord Novel Translation Novels & Stories

He stammered, his thighs close together and his body turned rigid. “Why so?” Elijah turned her head for the second time, her long hair fell at the side, with her large eyes blinking at him innocently. “Becau- because Overlord conquered the territories at a speed of lightning. Over- Overlord accomplished an achievement that not even demons could achieve.” He played with his fingers, trying to control his nervousness because Shadow knew how nervous he was. Shadow glimpsed at James, who reduced into like a scared new student entering the bully’s den. “What happens before the ruling of the demons?”

A massive wave of white energy crashed into the First World. Auren raised his hand. A barrier appeared. The impact shook the ground beneath them. The First Creator had arrived. He stepped through the crack. His white eyes immediately locked onto Auren. “You.” Auren's expression became cold. “Brother.” The First Creator looked toward Elara. “You have corrupted my daughter.” Elara stepped forward. “I'm not your daughter.” His gaze shifted to Lyra. “You were never supposed to survive.” Lyra's expression hardened. “I did.”

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!"

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.