Charles Ascends to Silver-tier Overlord

Reading the series of messages from the other party, Charles raised an eyebrow.

She's quite an intriguing and distinctive young woman.

The Queen of the Elves... It seemed like a hidden class. Ordinarily, such a role should be in the Elven Forest. Why had this girl fallen to such a destitute state, resorting to signing contracts?

Contracts were incredibly powerful tools on the Continent of Overlords.

Moreover, a high-level contract was almost unbreakable until one became a demigod.

And Augustine Eve... Wasn't that the name of his fiancée?!

Charles's lips twitched.

As a member of a prominent family in the Lighthouse Nation, his family had always been in a marriage alliance with the Augustine family, a tradition that had lasted for centuries.

Charles had long known from the old butler that he had a fiancée, a prodigy from the Augustine family named Eve.

However, Eve had always been deep in her studies at an elite academy for noblewomen, so the two had never met.

Who could have imagined that the very Eve would become the Elven Queen after arriving in this other world?

Moreover, she had transformed into a pitiable figure, utterly destitute and devoid of any resources.

[Charles: I can give you what you want, but I require five years of resource development from your Elven Forest, and you must pledge your loyalty to me.]

The other party was silent for a long time before reluctantly agreeing.

[Eve: Number One, you are truly a greedy person.]

[Eve: But given my weakness, I have no choice but to accept. However, I also need to add some conditions. Since I am to be your vassal, I should receive a certain degree of resource allocation.]

[Eve: I trust you understand that elves are the most noble race here, and the resources they possess are the most precious and abundant. Helping me rise to power would ensure you get half of those resources, wouldn't it?]

A clever woman.

It was a rare occasion for Charles to praise a woman's intelligence, yet his fiancée, whom he had not seen in what felt like an eternity, left him utterly astounded.

Her negotiating posture, even when at a disadvantage, was focused on seeking win-win solutions to expedite her own rise. She truly embodied the qualities of a formidable woman destined to become the Elven Queen.

[Charles: Let's seal the contract, Queen Eve.]

As he spoke, the parchment suddenly began to heat up. Charles, deep in thought, gazed westward—the general direction where Eve was located.

[Ding! ID 438 has sent you a contract request. Would you like to inscribe your true name here?]

Seeing the golden letters, Charles unhesitatingly imprinted his true name.

Immediately, the other side erupted.

[Eve: Charles, fuck you!]

[Eve: You're my dearly betrothed, and now you've turned your little fiancée into your exploited subordinate. We should be having intimate and physical relations!]

Charles couldn't help but laugh. He wasn't surprised that his identity had been revealed, after all, signing with his true name allowed her to see it.

What puzzled him was that this elegant and refined young lady, who had always been a high-class noblewoman, was now using such vulgar language.

[Charles: No insults, please. Who told you to be so incompetent? Besides, we're not even close, so don't act familiar.]

[Charles: As for the engagement, I think our relationship as comrades-in-arms is more fitting. Don't you think, my Queen?]

[Eve: Resources... Give me resources, and you'll be my daddy.]

Then she started cursing again.

[Eve: Damn it, I'll screw you over someday, you bastard.]

[Charles: Screw your slutty pussy!

[Charles: Call me daddy, and you'll get them!]

[Eve: Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!]

Charles shook his head with amusement. He could hardly believe that his elegant fiancée, the demi-goddess Empress of his past life, had turned into this.

He also hadn't expected that what started as a straightforward transaction would turn into such flirtatious banter.

To his surprise, after Eve realized he was her fiancé, she even sent him selfies of her real long legs and slender waist.

[Eve: Here, jerk off with these!]

Stupid bitch!

Charles cursed under his breath, feeling oddly relieved.

In the end, he sent all the resources he had promised to the elves, even a bit more than originally agreed upon.

Knowing that the other party was Eve, their relationship had now evolved from a mere contract to a family entanglement.

Both knew that sooner or later, they would have to face each other intimately.

The only question was, who would dominate and who would submit.

...

In a clean corner of the forest by a lake, Eve stared gloomily at the oppressive terms in her hand. Thinking about that guy's aloof demeanor made her stomach churn.

She muttered, "Charles, you stupid asshole, even swindling your own fiancée. Serves you right if your genitals..."

The final words never escaped her lips. Given the current trajectory, getting screwed over seemed inevitable... If she cursed him now, what would she have left to use later?

Gazing into the mirror-like surface of the lake, she saw her reflection, her light green almond-shaped eyes blinking. Who was this breathtaking Elven Queen?

Oh, it's me!

Suddenly, a huge pile of resources appeared out of thin air above her head, crashing down and burying Eve underneath.

From the pit, Eve cursed, "Just wait, damn Charles. I'll screw you over eventually!"

But as she emerged and took in the abundance of resources, Eve had an epiphany.

Why struggle? My fiancé is invincible!

She mumbled to herself, "Damn, even the resources not directly tied to his rank are so plentiful. How advanced must his territory be? Has he ascended?"

The next moment, a system announcement was broadcasted across the Continent of Overlord.

[Congratulations to ID 1 of the Silent Forest for being the first to ascend to Silver-tier Overlord. As a reward, the quantity and quality of the region's minerals will be doubled!]

Eve was dumbfounded. She looked down at her body.

Silver-tier Overlord...

If we get intimate, can my body withstand the impact of a Silver-tier?

Eve chuckled bitterly, "Am I going to be screwed to death by this guy?"

"I better work on getting stronger; otherwise... I might become the first Elven Queen in history to be fucked to death by a big dick!"

...

On the other side, Charles, having gathered enough resources, has already evolved his Heart of the Overlord, which is the Zerg Hive, to the Silver level.

In the process, both Charles and Catherine had broken through to the second tier.

[Charles]

[Race: Zerg]

[Lord Level: Silver-tier]

[Combat Power: Mid Second-tier]

[Skills: Heart of the Swarm, Eye of Data, Dark Spear]

Looking at his status panel, Charles nodded in satisfaction. Achieving mid-second tier in one go meant he could probably hold his own against the final boss of the novice village.

Hmm... He seemed to recall the eerie events of the first night, so Charles remained uncertain about the nature of this strange place.

Who else would face twenty non-tiered and one mid-first-tier monster on their first night here?

One could assert that anyone who chose this place was courting death.

"Master, Master! I've advanced to the second tier!" came an ecstatic shout from a distance. Catherine, her face alight with joy, rushed over and affectionately nuzzled against Charles's chest.

Seizing the opportunity, Charles gave her a quick once-over.

[Catherine]

[Race: Zerg]

[Class: Zerg Queen]

[Combat Power: Low Second-tier]

[Skills: Empress's Blade, Egg-laying, Empress's Clone, Information Network]

Aside from her tier advancement, there didn't seem to be any significant changes.

Tsk~

With a resigned sigh, Charles ruffled her golden locks and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Silly slave girl, your Queen bloodline should naturally be at the second tier."

"Now, produce an Queen's clone to mass-produce troops. As for you... delve into the arcane system of this world. Let's aim to imbue our Zerg Blades with magical attributes, which will elevate our combat prowess to an entirely new level."

"As for those... the skill books we have are useless and unnecessary for us. Focus on genetic extraction, combination, and enhancement."

To put it bluntly, the Zerg Queen was not a combat unit but a research unit.

Now that both had broken into the second tier, a myriad of new possibilities had opened up.

Catherine had initially hoped for a passionate sexual intercourse with her master but felt a twinge of disappointment. However, she quickly rekindled her determination.

Her master was preparing for their future, and once everything stabilized, she was determined to serve him well!

Nodding decisively, Catherine swiftly returned to the Zerg Hive. Her task was to capture monsters imbued with elemental magic for genetic extraction, followed by the laborious process of countless combinations.

As dawn broke, Charles, who had been on high alert, finally had a chance to close his eyes and rest.

[Charles: Eve, wake me up when it gets dark. I'm going to take a nap.]

[Eve: Yes, Daddy. Understood, Daddy!]