The Overlord

A world that is ruled by one overlord.

A being so strong that not even gods could stand tall in front of THEM.

Supreme beings that rule different realms have to bow before the lord and serve THEM with the utmost loyalty.

And they do so without hesitation or regret, For this lord had already killed gods, kings, immortals, and even the creators of the universe themselves.

In this world named [Anovolda], the realm ruled by the absolute overlord, destroyer of heavens, blesser of hell, the non-abstract ultimate reality, and one true god to mortals, nothing can go against THEIR will…

A will so powerful that even beings of highest authority from other worlds, other realms, and even those outside reality have to be wary of THEM.

[Sovereign of Existence]—this was the title given to THEM as THEY ruled the world for thousands of years.

All of this power and the exceptional stability of this world left only one thing for THEM to do— play.

Play with toys called men.

Play with those who had committed unforgivable acts, or sometimes, those who had done nothing at all.

But now… even that was boring.

In the core realm of Anovolda, the capital and heart of everything, stood a castle so large that an entire city could fit within its walls.

A place under a clear blue sky with only one red beam piercing the heavens, originating from the tip of the pure white castle, which was decorated with gold, gems, and precious materials.

At the top tower of this castle, sitting on a throne made from the organic remains of different creatures, an unfathomably beautiful being gazed down with their emotionless eyes.

"Hmph."

A giant humanoid creature with green skin, two large tusks protruding from her enormous mouth, her bare body showing each part of her immortal skin kneeling before THEM.

Her muscles were solid like the strongest metals known to mortals, and she wore no clothes, chained and shackled by a small, pitch-black chain, glowing with an ocean-blue hue radiating from THEIR hand.

The blue glow matched the colour of THEIR eyes and the unreal crystals on THEIR crown.

THEY were gorgeous— THEIR inhuman beauty beyond comparison to anything in this world.

If only THEY smiled, or showed any expressions, THEY would have shattered the walls between worlds, mesmerising all who beheld THEM.

But THEIR cold, bored, and indifferent face was devoid of any emotion. A subtle shadow present beneath THEIR radiant eyes.

More than anything, THEY had no reason to live in this boring world anymore.

"You carry some big Juggs down there, last chief of the rebel army," They spoke in Their enchanting voice—a voice that carried dignity, strength, and, most of all, an unmistakable sense of superiority.

"Grrr…"

THEIR words were provocative, but the orc kneeling on the ground knew this was already her end.

She had accepted her fate…

"At least entertain me, you trash pig~," They did not like the attitude of this creature, but despite Their stronger, dominant voice, just like before, there was no reply.

This behaviour further worsened Their mood, "Tsk."

Clicking their tongue, THEY let go of the chain glowing with a blue hue, and the chain wrapped around the orc's enormous body.

-Putch!

Not even a second had passed before the chain tightened so hard that it blasted the giant creature into small chunks of flesh.

Taking away her immortal life, turning her immaculate body into a disgusting, mushy pool of mess.

"Borrrrrring~!" THEY yawned at the meaninglessness of the simple act they had committed just now, and cleared the remains with a snap of their fingers.

From Their perspective, as a Being who had tasted every pleasure, riches, and thrill the world could offer, even Murder if such a fine creature had become uninteresting.

Once, battles like these were moments of excitement, where the thrill of combat and domination gave Them some sense of purpose.

Now, however, they were empty repetitions of past victories… or worse, a thoughtless surrender before their almighty power.

"Haaaa…" That creature wasn't the first one to act the way it did. It had been repeating for aeons now, which had ultimately resulted in their current, emotionless self.

-Swiiiiiiiiish…

Ethereal winds blew in their presence as THEY sat on their [Absolute throne] and gazed down at the worlds that they had conquered and integrated into Anovolda.

Their journey flashed before their eyes for a moment, before scattering into a mist of nothingness…

"Yuri," THEY called a Runic name, their words resonating through the very fabric of reality…

-Oooooooooong!

And right after this momentary resonance faded, a small creature materialised before Their throne.

A pure white reptilian being, with four legs tipped with sharp claws, and eyes mirroring THEIR own, flew toward Them with its small wings.

"Yuuu!" the creature squeaked, licking THEIR divine face excitedly.

No other being in this entire world could even dare think of something like this, however, this small creature was an exception.

"Hmmm~. You're the only one left who can do that, darling," They murmured, stroking its face with what seemed to be a subtle expression of life on Their cold face.

"Yuuu~!" The reptilian creature laughed and settled before Them, as if awaiting orders, already aware of the reason THEY had summoned him for.

"Go and gather the twelve monarchs," THEY gave Their absolute command, but Their expression remained that of a bored, uninterested corpse.

"Yuuu~." However the reptilian being, the creature with small wings, the extension of THEIR own essence, joyfully accepted Their command and vanished from the grand hall… leave Them alone in that empty, grandiose place once again.

…

"Having absolute strength isn't as fun anymore…" Defeating the strongest of Their nation after a decade of practice, defeating the ruler of the land with Their past companions, after achieving everything that was achievable in the mortal world and then transcending…

THEY had fought battles that lasted for days, months, years, and beyond the illusionary bounds of Time. Defeating divinities, creating THEIR own identity, reaching the feats that were unknown to all existence at some point in time.

THEY had been through countless things in these uncountable aeons, and after all that, THEY had achieved all that one could possibly achieve.

But still… THEY were not a philosophically content existence.

They still had that eternal desire to achieve something, that wish to regain that thrill which They once could not be apart from. They still wished for more, but the world did not have anything else to offer Them anymore…

"Haaaa."

When you have everything, when anything can be yours with the smallest effort, nothing excites you anymore.

Not like it did before, when you lacked such power.

As the overlord who ruled over everything, They had many responsibilities, many matters to attend to, but none required Their exceptional powers.

The world was peaceful now, with almost no problems, at least this world They had created with a substantial portion of Their power.

Anovolda.

An unreal place that would not have existed if not for Their stubbornness, greed, and the unquenchable desire to achieve victory.

But after all that, after becoming the strongest, stronger even than the fate that bound every existence, what was left?

What was left when you had defeated everything, including fate itself?

Anovolda, a dimensional plane of fifteen levels.

At its core was this castle—the world of eternal happiness and riches.

To create this place, THEY defied the world, killing leaders, kings, monarchs, and even angels, demons, and gods to achieve Their foolish dream.

From ruling a nation, kingdom, empire, or world, to controlling all the dimensions of this plane.

"I've decided."

And the driving force behind it all?

Hate.

Hate for the world itself.

THEY once had no one by Their side, so They learned to do everything alone.

Though difficult, They pressed forward.

Along the way, They found people They could call friends, comrades, servants, even family.

But the cruelty of the world was such that it never allowed Them to die—only to witness everyone They cared for fall beside Them, or wither away under the perpetual flow of Fictional Time.

First it was the doing of those higher beings who watched humans like ants, and then it was the very world that Created them.

They had lost everything—not once, but many times—and this loss made Them strong.

Strong enough to reach where They now stood.

-Oooooooong.

But now, there was nothing left to achieve, nothing to kill, and nothing They couldn't do if They wished.

So, what was there to live for?

"Yuuu~!" The reptilian creature, likely a dragon by appearance, reappeared before Them.

"Good job," They murmured, patting its head with the same emotionless expression, and placing it on Their lap.

-Ooooooooooong!

All of a sudden, the throne room filled with hymns of various wavelengths as distinct figures began to materialise before Them.

They were the beings who watched over this world of theirs nowadays.

They were the caretakers that THEY trusted just a little less than the creature sitting in Their lap.

The monarchs.

They were everything that was left of THEIR countless Relationships.