Re-Overlord: I Can Acquire Anything!-Chapter 143: A Dreadful Purpose

By the next day, the city had returned to its usual rhythm. Merchants called out over their stalls, World Divers polished their weapons and prepared gear, scholars scribbled in their dusty ledgers, and ordinary citizens bustled through the streets. It was as if the change in rule hadn’t shaken the heart of Stargaze City at all.

Still, in the corners of marketplaces and on the steps of taverns, whispers lingered like a persistent breeze.

"Did you see him? That man in the sky with wings of wind?" an old cobbler asked, squinting at the clouds as if expecting to see Igaris again.

"Of course I saw him," replied a butcher as he sharpened his cleaver. "That was no ordinary Diver. He looked like a god descending."

"But gods don’t just show up and claim cities, do they?" muttered a scholar clutching a bag of scrolls. "It’s only a matter of time before the Skadi Empire sends their hounds."

At a nearby tea stall, a young girl tugged on her father’s sleeve. "Papa, is the Overlord a good man?"

Her father hesitated, then answered softly, "I don’t know, sweetie. But he looked fearless. Let’s hope he stays that way. The empire has been extorting us from the very start. Maybe he will the Hero of this Era. The one who will save Earth from their grasp."

"A hero?" The girl muttered in puzzlement. "But he is an Overlord."

"Hahah... He is. And an Overlord always rule over others," the man smiled back.

Across the plaza, two retired guards leaned against a stone wall.

"Tsk, I give him a week," one said, chewing on a sprig of grass. "The Empire will burn this place to the ground."

"You think?" his friend replied, watching the newly built wall rise in the distance. "I saw his beasts and machines. Maybe this time, the Empire bites more than it can chew."

No matter the side they stood on, the people all agreed on one thing. Something had changed. The skies above Stargaze City felt heavier, charged with new fate.

And the world watched silently, waiting to see if the Overlord’s fire would blaze long... or burn out too soon.

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Inside the Overlord’s residence, the morning light filtered through high arched windows, casting soft rays across the polished floors.

Igaris adjusted his cloak and turned toward the two women who stood quietly behind him.

"Evernight, Shirley, wait for me here. I’m heading back to Guava City. There’s something I need to handle. Once I return, I’ll bring a surprise for you both."

Shirley’s expression immediately darkened with concern. "Why Guava City? Igaris, it’s too risky. If the four houses catches wind of your presence there, they won’t hesitate to trap you."

Evernight stepped forward, calm yet firm. "Yes, let me accompany you. I can help you if needed. You don’t have to go alone."

But Igaris shook his head, eyes steady with quiet resolve. "No. I won’t be there long. And they won’t be able to catch me. This task is something I must handle alone. But I give you my word, I’ll return safely."

He walked closer, extending his arms. Shirley immediately stepped into the embrace, resting her cheek against his chest with a trusting smile.

Evernight hesitated.

But he pulled her toward him in a domineering embrace. Her soft supple body pressed against him without much gap.

She froze as her body tensed as his warmth surrounded her. She remembered the last time she stood this close, the walls she had built for centuries still lingering in her heart. But now... something was changing. The resistance that once coiled like chains around her spirit had begun to melt.

She did not pull away.

For a brief moment, the the duo stuck together in quiet unity.

Shirley clenched her fist, but she learned the way to endure and understand.

Sensing Evernight’s growing restlessness , Igaris let go of her, stepping back with a smile.

"Plop!"

Without another word, he vanished from the corridor, his figure swallowed by the void.

The duo looked stunned. They weren’t aware he could teleport as well. But their shock overwhelmed by concern.

Shirley exhaled slowly. "Come back soon, Igaris."

Evernight said nothing, but her fingers lingered where his warmth had touched her.

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"Plop!"

A ripple of silver light shimmered across the space before settling. Igaris stepped out, calm and precise, his cloak fluttering gently in the breeze. He had arrived in Guava City, but not at some random location. His feet touched the cracked marble path of the long-abandoned Vance estate, the very ruins of his past.

Tall gates stood half-broken, tangled with overgrown vines. Faded banners bearing the Vance sigil still fluttered faintly as if clinging to memory. Time had not been kind to this place.

But something else stirred.

He closed his eyes.

Whispers in the wind. Shifts in the dust. Heartbeats behind walls.

He felt them. No... he saw them.

With The Architect’s Eyes, Igaris’s vision pierced through stone and shadow. Lurkers pressed against the silence, waiting. Trained soldiers, perhaps fifty, maybe more. Their breaths were slow and measured, but not slow enough. Their blades were steady, but not steady enough.

"They laid a trap. Just in case I returned..." he muttered under his breath, a cruel smile rising on his lips. "But you chose the wrong person."

He vanished in an instant.

A wisp of motion. A blur of intent.

Using Phantom Shift, his body melded with shadow, slipping between spaces with ghost-like grace. In mere seconds, the ambushers began to fall.

"Thud."

A throat slit in silence.

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A weapon dropped before its wielder could react.

"Crack!"

A skull smashed against a pillar with invisible force.

Basic Blademastery combined with Six Directional Sense made his movement unreadable, unstoppable. These men were barely above Commander Rank. Most were only Champion-level elites, trained but naive.

They never stood a chance.

A few tried to flee, but Gale Wings kicked in. Wind surged beneath his feet, boosting his movement like a cyclone. He reappeared before one, delivering a precise World Destroying Finger to the chest. The man dropped dead, eyes wide with disbelief.

Within a minute, all lay motionless.

Igaris stood in the center of the courtyard, shadows wrapping around him like loyal hounds. His presence now filled the ruined mansion with quiet, dreadful authority.

He glanced around at the fallen bodies and scoffed softly.

It wasn’t that the Four Great Houses underestimated him again. They simply believed they had prepared enough. But they could never have guessed that Igaris’s growth would be so rapid.

Reaching Mythic Rank in just two months was nearly impossible to believe.

After all, even Commander Izroth had taken seven full years to reach that level.

So, in a way, their failure was understandable.

From the rooftop, crows scattered into the sky, shrieking like terrified witnesses to the rise of a fallen heir.

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