Overworld Chaotic Novels & Stories

he replied. “Oh, really, but that shouldn’t be too hard.” “Yes Craya, but for some reason…….” “His dot of chaos is extremely strong, and might overtake his realm of order.” it interrupted. The room went silent. They were really worried. “Master Sho, what ritual, what are you guys talking about?”

Was it funny? "I am fine, I am fine," Olgarias raised his chin and looked into his eyes. "Tell me the whole story, Ran." So, to follow his command, Ran started his own version of what he had been in the battle. He said that a new rival had emerged there, a powerful witch named Hadassah. Then he also informed his master that his older brother Moriah had been possessed by a real legend the Lord of Life, and after that powerful witch had vanquished him in a 'One versus One' fight, he had just disappeared in the air. Two of three portions of Moriah's army were dead and to everybody's surprise, that witch hadn't claimed for the throne. She had just winked Lord Nrikawn and also vanished in the win

I never felt so cheated like this before, "How am I suppose to collect that much?!" Before I can even protest, the blank space starts distorting around me. What the heck? "Well, Goodluck Host St412c120883D! Look how lucky we are, there's already an available world for you! It's even a high-rank world! Maybe a Class-B or Class-C. Let's grab it before anyone can even find it!" "Hell no, wait!" "Transmigration starting 10% ... 27% ... 54% ... 89% ... 100%! Your soul will transfer in 3, 2, and 1."

The strength of his arm was not comparable to my small and feminine body. The people around looked at us and shook their heads, laughing. As if already used to seeing me crying like a little girl when being told to go home by her mother. Believe it or not, this had become my daily life in this new world. ======================================================== * Haier-Elvian : Mixed of human and elf races. * Esze : The system name of magic that exists in this world. * Viglet : A small wand to extract Esze from the circuits in the body.

Beatrice Wilder, or GWOTOWC, ignores me. I hand over the sheaf of papers with only the first page filled in. Beatrice looks through them, huffs, and stands to her full five-foot height from behind her desk. Her short white hair is a lie, or at least I think it is. Judging by the trickle of energy she releases, she's a shifter of an unknown lesser variety. During my fifty years of visiting the human realm, there have been many changes. This realm is now a melting pot of every paranormal creature imaginable. I'm undecided if that's good or bad. Bottom line... I prefer my own realm, where dragons are lords of land and sky. I'm just old-fashioned that way.

" I do not want money, I want Zuriel," " Well, he's not yours. Zuriel is my mate, and you must stop being delusional and snap back to your sanity!" I growl, angry and scared. I was scared not for my life but for my children. Halsey mentioned that hatchlings will protect themselves from attacks from poisons and magic, not crazy women bent on killing their mothers.

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

“Because your blood can either strengthen the Veil…” He paused briefly. “Or destroy it completely.” The room became silent again. Even Malvora stopped smiling after hearing that. Damon crossed his arms tightly. “And what happens if the Veil breaks?” Kael’s eyes slowly moved around the room. “Chaos.” Nobody liked that answer. Rylan sighed loudly. “Why is it always chaos?” Maya quietly nodded from the back. “I was hoping for something less stressful.” Kael ignored them and kept speaking. “The supernatural world outside this territory already felt the awakening. Leaders are preparing for war. Some want Aria protected.”

The fragments of Harper surged forward, and the whispering returned — louder, more commanding, uncontrollable. “You thought you could survive without me?” Harper purred from inside Lila. “Think again. I am eternal. I am chaos. And now… the real game begins.”