I, the Supreme Overlord, Start by Enslaving the Zerg Queen

Bloodthirsty Zerg?

A glimmer of understanding flashed through Louis's vacant eyes before his tire body instantaneously turned into blood, completely consumed by the Bloodthirsty Zerg.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Despite its fourth-tier strgth, the Bloodthirsty Zerg remained no larger than a fingertip. However, its aura had grown overwhelmingly formidable, now possessing the combat capability of a low fourth-tier being.

"Master, how do you intd to absorb this Bloodthirsty Zerg to ascd to the fourth tier?" Medusa approached slowly, her tone tinged with curiosity.

From the onset of this comprehsive war, they had meticulously designed the coalition's demise, including who would serve as the host for the Bloodthirsty Zerg.

Now, it was time to reap the rewards.

Charles shook his head slightly and inquired, "How well have you and Catherine absorbed it? Is it sufficit to elevate the Bloodthirsty Zerg within you to the third tier?"

Catherine and Medusa both nodded simultaneously. Satisfied, Charles used his ergy to suspd the Bloodthirsty Zerg in mid-air.

Th, it split apart.

Yes, unlike before, Charles did not integrate the Bloodthirsty Zerg into his body to establish a symbiotic relationship. Instead, he directly commanded the Bloodthirsty Zerg to d its own life using his Overlord consciousness.

This decision was largely influced by the murderous intt he had ssed from the little creature earlier.

Although the Bloodthirsty Zerg remained under his control post-evolution, it had begun to tertain some inappropriate thoughts.

This realization helped Charles understand why reaching the fourth tier was so rare. Ev a Zerg wholly imbued with the will to kill could partially break free from an Overlord's control after reaching the fourth tier.

Or perhaps, they had developed a soul of their own.

However, Charles had no need for a Bloodthirsty Zerg with its own soul.

Or rather, he did not need a traitor ready to betray him at any momt.

The Bloodthirsty Zerg's blood was copious, so much so that it drched Charles from head to toe.

The viscous liquid carried a myriad of scts, causing a twitch of annoyance to appear at the corner of Charles's eye.

In his left hand, a black spear materialized slowly—this was the Overlord Spear.

Beyond its use as a weapon, this spear possessed another critical function: devouring.

Since acquiring the Ali species, he had tasked Catherine with integrating the getic traits of this species into his Overlord Spear.

After all, he was a meticulous combat and leadership unit, not a researcher of getics.

The black tip of the spear pressed into the Bloodthirsty Zerg's body, and immediately, a torrt of blood began to surge into the spear's shaft, ev the blood that had be wasted started to flow back.

After about half an hour, the three wom watched Charles in the cter with tse expressions.

He stood siltly, but his aura grew stronger with each passing momt.

Boom!

A surge of blood ergy erupted skyward, and Charles's power level ascded to the lower fourth tier.

The next momt, the announcemts from the Contint of the Overlord followed in quick succession.

[Ding! Congratulations to Overlord No. for successfully breaking through to the fourth tier. Reward one Gold Heart of the Overlord.]

[Ding! Due to the egregious actions committed by Overlord No. in the Sere Forest, a warning is hereby issued, and the above reward is rescinded.]

[Ding! For having slain over five hundred Overlords, Overlord No. is awarded the title of "Tyrant" and will confiscate all assets of the fall Overlords!]

The three system notifications pulled many viewers back from the live stream, from that sce which could only be described as hell on earth.

[No. 463: Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap! The No. big shot wiped out over three thousand second-tier units all by himself. This is beyond insane!]

[No. 746: This is just too cruel! A demon like No. who disregards life should be burned at the stake!]

[Eve: No. 746, I remember you're not far from where I am. Don't sleep too soundly tonight!]

[No. 466: From today onwards, No. 's position is unshakable. He is the true King of the Forest!]

[No. 433: I'm so glad I didn't join those lunatics. Who knows what kind of reckoning I would have faced. Thank goodness for my wit!]

...

In summary, Charles retracted the parchmt and turned his gaze to the desolate battlefield before him.

Raindrops began to patter down.

It started to rain.

He slowly extded his hand, allowing the rain to soak his arm. For a momt, he couldn't tell whether it was rainwater or blood.

In his previous life, Charles had always be an inconspicuous figure among the reincarnated Overlords, rarely gaging in conflicts, let alone provoking coalitions.

Such a scario was unimaginable in the past, and the aftermath of these evts weighed heavily on his mind.

"It's raining." he murmured softly.

Yes, no matter what, this rain was sufficit to wash away the stch of blood.

All grievances would d here... or perhaps, some still lingered with purpose.

"Humph, tainted blood, die for me!" Medusa snorted coldly, capturing the souls of the defeated who had yet to dissipate with her powers.

Her ruthless and crazed demeanor made Little Gre cautiously step back, only to bump into Catherine after a few steps.

"Catherine, Medusa is so scary." Little Gre whimpered, her tone timid.

However, the usually doting Catherine responded with a frosty expression. She scolded coldly, "Watch closely!"

"These people are not innoct. They knew our master possessed great treasures, which is why they gathered to kill him. Now, it's merely a case of the victor taking all."

"Little Gre, can you ev imagine a world without me, without Medusa, without our master?"

Without you all?

A momtary freeze swept across Little Gre's innoct face, as if she were suspded in that very instant.

If there were no Catherine, no Medusa, no... Overlord, what would I do?

Quickly, resolve formed within Little Gre's heart.

It was to kill—eliminate all who posed a threat to Overlord, to her sisters!

Little Gre could not afford to lose them, unless she perished before they did.

Her mind now clear, Little Gre quietly declared, "I understand, Catherine."

Upon hearing this, Catherine siltly embraced Little Gre, both watching as Medusa repeatedly tormted the souls of the defeated until they dissipated into the purest essce.

As everything came to an d, Medusa knelt on the g, gasping for breath, the terror in her eyes refusing to subside completely.

Her slder body trembled occasionally, as if she had be scared beyond measure.

Charles waited a long time, only moving forward to embrace Medusa from behind once she had finished vting, "Silly slave, you didn't really think that big sword could kill me, did you?"

"If you truly believed that, I would laugh at you~"

He gtly patted the sobbing, foolish slave, a slight smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Master, I was so terrified just now. Wh that sword reached your chest, I... I felt like I was about to die!" Medusa's face, usually as cold as snow, was now completely crumbled, her eyes filled with hot tears and her clothes soaked.

Th, as if on cue, Catherine and Little Gre also embraced their master from differt angles, crying their hearts out.

They were, after all, utterly loyal, valuing Charles's life above their own.

Wh Louis's sword had guinely pierced Charles's chest with a resounding impact, the three wom had be froz in shock.

Indeed, in momts of extreme fear, people are rdered motionless.

The four of them remained like this for a very long time, and it was only in this momt that Charles truly felt a sse of belonging.

In his previous life, he had struggled for survival, fighting others to the death for ev the slightest chance at a treasure chest. His family shattered, in-laws eradicated—yet of that had impacted him as deeply as the prest momt.

The Zerg Overlord was not only a hidd class but also a heavy responsibility.

A weapon to protect his people, his family, and to sure their strgth.

After a long pause, Charles softly spoke, "Alright, alright~ my three little fools, after the rain comes the sunshine. It's time to reap the fruits of our victory."

"As for what you mtioned, I've tak it to heart. From now on, I'll stick to ranged combat, okay?"

"But it'll be up to you to protect me, won't it?"

The spoils of victory naturally included all the resources from those hundreds of Overlords, among which was the most precious item on the Contint of Overlord—the Heart of the Overlord.

This item, aside from being found in the novice village, was a rare treasure in the outside world.

It's fair to say that with just those Hearts of the Overlord, Charles was confidt he could provide ough resources to elevate his three foolish slave girls to the fourth tier.

He stood up, siltly gazing at the sky.

It seemed he was waiting for the rain to stop.

Half an hour later, the rain ceased.

But since it had already rained once, summer couldn't be far off.

He had already made his start on the Contint of Overlord, and from now on, the game was truly beginning.

If the earlier struggle was betwe humans and dark creatures, now it was humans against humans, humans against other races, and humans against dark creatures.

The law of the dark forest was like this: once one lead sheep dared to break the rules flagrantly, a seed would be planted in the hearts of the following flock.

That seed had a beautiful name—ambition.

Charles had expericed it in his previous life, a time of chaos infinitely darker than this, witnessing the horrors of a cannibalistic era.

Back th, he was a complete loser.

But this time, it was differt.

This time, he wouldn't lose.