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The Overlord Young Master

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[Welcome to Orbis Terrae, Participant No.042 Karna] "Ouch, my head is hurting; just what is this feeling of Deja Vu?" What is this darkness surrounding me? and these messages in my head "Devour, kill, and destroy everything because time is running out." "TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK" Find the other fragments, take the power in them, or they will be lost forever.

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Chapter 1Ch-001 Prologue

Somewhere in the vast cosmos, In a realm surrounded by golden gates and filled with an endless ocean that stretches across the horizon, a snake could be seen floating in the middle of the ocean, and in it, a man was in a deep sleep. Suddenly the realm started shaking, and he opened his pale red eyes and smirked.

"It's finally time, huh? I hope that we will be entertained better this time."

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The giant marble hall which was surrounded by the beauty of nature and occupied by people with wings. A twelve winged angel could be seen kneeling towards the figure seated at the throne of the hall,

"Michael, it's time for you to perform your duty take your troops, and try your best to help and enlighten the people and bring them back to us."

"As you wish, my lord"

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In the flame-filled purgatory where screams could be heard from everywhere a man with pitch black hair could be seen laughing madly

"Ahh it's finally time to see those stuck up brother's of mine again i wonder how they have been,come my undead army it's time for us to go to the megannum litura. "

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With a golden sky giving serenity and peace to anyone who saw it and mystic sanskit and Buddhist chants being recited everywhere within a golden pagoda whose height was stretching throughout the limits of the sky-reaching heaven. A man with skin as golden as the sun was seated on an ice block. He opened his eyes and gave a sigh

" Amitabha, I wonder which poor realm was chosen this time, regardless its all in the hands of karma "

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With movements happening throughout the cosmos, the universe's clock, which was in stasis, fell into motion again, with the spotlight on a small spiral object with pulsing lights and in it a small blue planet could be seen with its future unknown.

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Young Master's PoV: Woke Up As A Villain In A Game One Day

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