Re-Overlord: I Can Acquire Anything!-Chapter 246: The Throne of Oynstar

Boom, Boom, Bang!

"Thwack, Thwack, Thwack!"

With each of blow Igaris' fist, infused with Laws and Concept, the transcendental law masters got defeated like rotten leaves.

He had many laws comprehended to 100%, so their deafeat was justified.

The chamber erupted in silence as the last of the Transcendental Law Masters fell to the marble floor. Their bodies were battered but intact, their faces twisted with shock and disbelief. The golden light of the palace flickered against the shattered walls, proof of the battle's ferocity. Even the runes inscribed into the stone, which had endured countless duels before, were cracked and dim.

Igaris stood tall, his cloak torn at the edges, but his eyes burned with a calm certainty. Behind him, the Infinite Law Tree pulsed, its roots and branches shimmering through the void like reflections of creation itself. His breathing was steady, as though he had not just faced five beings whose strength was enough to topple empires.

He had crushed them in minutes.

Not because their strength was lacking, but because his true self had finally returned. The powers he once wielded in his former universe, the mastery of every law, the authority of an Overlord, had surged back into him as naturally as breath filling his lungs.

Kael, Lira, and Selai stood at the chamber's edge, their hearts pounding in their chests. They had known Igaris was strong, but to see him dismantle the finest warriors of the Empire with such finality was something else entirely. Even the Sovereign who presided over the trial, a figure of immeasurable authority, remained silent, his hands clenched behind his back as though restraining awe.

When the final silence settled, the Sovereign cleared his throat. "You have passed. None can deny your strength, nor the authority that surrounds you. Come. The Emperor awaits."

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To The Audience Chamber:

They led Igaris deeper into the palace, through towering gates that shimmered with inscriptions of fate. The air grew heavy with each step, not from danger but from the weight of destiny itself.

At the end of the hall lay the audience chamber, vast and solemn. At its center rested a throne wrought of crystalline stone, veins of starlight running through it. Seated upon it was an old man, his body frail, his skin etched with countless wrinkles, and his eyes weary yet still glimmering with wisdom.

The Emperor of Oynstar.

His breaths were shallow, labored. His hands trembled where they rested on the armrest, but his presence was undeniable. Even with death's shadow looming over him, he radiated the weight of someone who had guided a civilization spanning galaxies.

Igaris stepped forward, bowing slightly in acknowledgment.

The Emperor's lips curved into a faint smile. "So… you have come at last." His voice was dry, yet each word carried an odd clarity. "Igaris Vance. Overlord of a distant cosmos. The one whom fate promised would appear."

Igaris's brows furrowed. "You know me?"

"I know of you," the Emperor replied softly. "For centuries, I have studied the Law of Fate. It told me of my demise, of a curse placed upon me by a Celestial beyond this universe. No elixir, no miracle could cure me. It is not an ailment, but a decree woven into destiny. My end was sealed long before today. Yet, it also told me of one who would come from beyond, one whose path diverged from the flow of this universe. That one… was you."

Igaris's gaze sharpened. "And why am I here?"

The old man chuckled, though it ended in a cough that rattled his chest. "Because you are the only one worthy to succeed me. You are the one who can carry the weight of this Empire when I am gone."

Silence filled the chamber. Kael and the others behind Igaris exchanged stunned looks. To hear the Emperor himself speak such words was beyond anything they had expected.

The Emperor continued, his voice thinning. "I have a granddaughter. She is of my bloodline, strong in her own right, and her Law Tree carries fragments of Fate. I would have you take her hand. Bind her to you. Together, the Empire will accept you not only as my chosen heir but as blood of the throne."

Igaris's eyes hardened, though not with disrespect. He shook his head slowly. "I am already bound. I have wives, women who have walked with me through fire and death, who trusted me when I was nothing. My heart belongs to them. There is no place for another woman."

The Emperor's tired eyes softened, a faint spark of approval flickering in their depths. "You are loyal… and honest. I expected nothing less. Still, do not dismiss her. She may yet prove to be a great ally, perhaps the greatest you will ever need. In the days to come, when even your strength may falter, she may be the key."

Igaris opened his mouth to ask how, but the words never came.

The Emperor's final breath slipped past his lips. His head slumped forward, and the starlight veins within the throne dimmed as though mourning his departure. The curse of fate had claimed him, right on time.

The chamber fell into silence. No attendants rushed forward, no priests cried out. It was as if all had known this was coming, as if the Empire itself had been holding its breath, waiting for this exact moment.

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The Sovereign who had overseen the trial stepped forward, his robes flowing like liquid starlight. His expression was solemn, but his eyes gleamed with resolve.

"By decree of the Emperor, witnessed by his own lips, the throne of Oynstar now bears your name, Igaris Vance."

The words reverberated through the chamber like thunder. The vast empire, the countless legions, the millions of worlds—all of it had just been placed on the shoulders of an outsider.

Kael dropped to one knee immediately. Lira and Selai followed without hesitation, their loyalty as clear as their awe. Even the five defeated Transcendental Law Masters bowed their heads, acknowledging the will of their Emperor.

Igaris remained still for a long moment, his expression unreadable. He had not come here seeking power, nor a throne. His heart still belonged to his wives and his people beyond the veil of this universe. Yet, the path of fate had placed this burden upon him.

"I will not run from this," he said finally. "If this Empire is to carry my name, then it will rise higher than it has ever known."

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The next day, the Grand Coronation was announced. Across the Empire's star systems, messages flashed through crystal networks and stellar beacons. From the core worlds to the outermost colonies, every soldier, citizen, and law master learned of the new heir.

The floating palace was transformed into a stage of unparalleled splendor. Golden banners unfurled from the highest towers, each one inscribed with the sigil of Oynstar: a radiant star within a circle of law. Legions of soldiers clad in silver armor lined the streets below, their formation stretching for miles across the floating bridges. The air itself trembled with anticipation.

At the heart of it all, the Sovereign stepped forward onto the balcony of the palace, his voice carried by the Law of Sound so it echoed across continents.

"People of Oynstar. The Emperor, our guiding light, has returned to the embrace of fate. His passing was not in vain, for he has left us with a chosen successor. One whom he awaited through prophecy, one whose strength surpasses even the highest among us. Kneel, for your new Emperor— Igaris Vance."

The crowd roared. The voices of billions shook the skies, their cheers resounding like the birth of a new star.

Igaris emerged, clad in ceremonial robes woven from threads of pure law. A crown of crystal, glowing with fate's light, rested in the Sovereign's hands. The moment it touched his brow, the Infinite Law Tree manifested behind him, rising so tall that its branches stretched beyond the horizon. Its roots curled through space itself, its leaves glimmering with galaxies.

"Oh my! Our new Emperor looks so handsome and Fierce!"

The masses fell silent, overwhelmed by the sight.

Kael, kneeling with the army, whispered under his breath. "This is no ordinary emperor. This is the beginning of a new era."

The Sovereign lifted his staff, declaring in a voice that shook the cosmos. "Behold, Igaris Vance, crowned Emperor of Oynstar, Commander of the Intergalactic Army, bearer of the Infinite Law Tree. Long may he reign."

The chants rose once more, echoing across galaxies, across worlds. "Long live Emperor Igaris. Long live the Infinite!"

Igaris stood unmoving, his gaze sweeping across the horizon. He had not sought this, yet destiny had brought it to him. His wives and allies were far away, but he knew they would see this light, this ripple across existence.

Deep within, he whispered to himself.

"This throne is not the end. It is only another step. And when the time comes, those who threaten my world will find nothing but emptiness."