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

According to rumors circulating in the regional channel, there have be numerous bizarre anomalies rectly manifesting in the Sere Forest.

For instance, it is said that minions who had be dead for many years suddly reappeared beside various Overlords, continuing to fight for them with the same fervor and loyalty they had in life.

Moreover, some Overlords have countered their long-deceased fathers, allowing them to experice the boundless joy of a family reunion.

Furthermore, there have be instances where the undead of former emies have ris from their graves, successfully killing the unfortunate Overlord and usurping their position.

This time, while Medusa was out expanding her territory, she stumbled upon a familiar face—one that made her grit her teeth in seething hatred.

Megan Takeshi.

The very tainted blood who had incited the Overlord coalition to attack them, and who had coveted her and her Master's possessions, had returned!

His face was ghostly pale, and a lecherous grin played at his lips. "Lady Medusa, may I have another chance to pursue you?"

Seeing the resurrected Megan Takeshi, Medusa decisively used a set of Serpt secret techniques to bind him completely and brought him to the interrogation room.

Charles was somewhat surprised as he looked at the lifelike Megan Takeshi before him. Was this really a living person?

After a momt of silce, he asked, "Wer't you dead?"

Megan Takeshi laughed heartily in response, as if mocking the methods of Charles and his companions.

Indeed, he had come back to life, and now possessed immortality!

With arrogance, Megan Takeshi declared, "I've defied death itself and come back to life!"

"I advise you, trash Overlord, to proactively sd those two—no, three—beautiful wom to my bed for my tertainmt, or else I'll kill one Zerg a day until there are left!"

Hearing his obnoxious words, Little Gre shot him a cold glance. A puff of toxic gas tered his mouth, rotting him from the inside out.

Little Gre was Master's private property, how dare he ev think of laying eyes on her?

If not for the master's orders...

Charles paid no heed to these matters and simply turned to Medusa, asking, "Did you gage him in combat?"

Medusa shook her head slightly, her tone earnest, "No, master."

"I found the return of the dead rather suspicious, so I dared not easily eliminate this singular experimtal subject."

Upon hearing this, Charles nodded slightly, casually conjuring a scarlet arrow that pierced through Megan Takeshi's throat.

He remarked indiffertly, "The return of the dead is now a frequt occurrce in the channel. He is not rare anymore. Next time, just kill on sight.

Medusa nodded in acknowledgmt, indicating her understanding.

Th, something bizarre occurred.

Megan Takeshi, whose throat had be pierced by Charles's arrow, continued to spurt blood from his neck, appearing as though he had died.

In merely a few seconds, the blood seemed to flow back, and the pierced throat rapidly healed as if nothing had happed.

Is this what immortality looks like?

Observing the increasingly smug Megan Takeshi, Charles's gaze grew contemplative.

If the physical body is immortal, does that imply an issue lies elsewhere?

"Hahaha, I am the immortal one, Overlord Number One! Bow down to me at once!" Megan Takeshi declared arrogantly.

In his eyes, he had already become the emissary of the gods, and the sole purpose of Overlord Number One's existce was to deliver those beautiful wom to him.

"Master..." Catherine began to speak, but Charles interrupted her directly, turning to Medusa and saying, "Medusa, check if there's anything unusual about his soul."

Medusa nodded upon hearing this. With a casual flick of her sleeve, Megan Takeshi's soul was forcibly extracted.

However...

"Master, his soul appears to be intact, but there is a brand deep within." Medusa held the soul in her hand, frowning as she pointed to the mark on the faintly blue soul.

It was a cresct-shaped cyan mark, its mysterious aura seemingly indicative of some ominous portt.

Charles fixed his gaze and noticed the brand on the soul.

He shook his head helplessly, saying, "I've never se this before, but I suppose this is the reason why this fellow keeps on living."

An eternal soul, an immortal body.

Could this be... the doing of the Land of the Dead?

He thought of consulting Rose, but upon oping the parchmt, he found she was offline.

Seeing the master's troubled expression, Catherine volunteered, "Master, since this experimtal subject has come to us on his own, why not leave him to me?"

"This matter likely involves some conspiracy, and as the strongest here, we might be more significantly tangled."

Charles did not refuse. He spt some resources in the Global Channel to exchange for skull coins and bought information regarding the Land of the Dead, handing it over to her.

Noticing her puzzled expression, Charles explained, "The return of the dead, combined with the Ephemeral Beings of the Underworld we countered during the Crimson Tide, makes it necessary for me to suspect that all this is the work of the Land of the Dead."

"That is a realm where only the deceased can go, and it is terrifying. Anything associated with it becomes exceedingly strange. Our Sere Forest is indeed facing a storm on the horizon."

The Land of the Dead...

Charles was not unfamiliar with it. In his previous life, he had witnessed the desct of the Land of the Dead in a certain grand domain.

An tire domain, where both the reborn Overlords and the native beings were completely transformed into undead creatures!

They raised their weapons, cold and merciless, seeking vgeance against the living.

They rested the living for being able to exist, they longed to drag the living into the abyss and transform them tirely.

A perpetual cycle, an unding fate.

Those sky-darking undead bone dragons, the Lich Lords who had pledged allegiance to darkness... were merely the tip of the iceberg of the Land of the Dead!

Upon hearing Charles's words, Medusa also added some details with a grave expression.

However, the information was quite limited.

This grand domain was known as the Land of Turmoil. The Serpt race, which had stood tall on this contint, had only be developing here for t thousand years.

A span of t thousand years might bring cosmic changes in the external world, but not in the realm of cultivation.

Thus, Medusa's knowledge of the Land of the Dead was not much greater than Charles's, but she understood its terror.

It was an tity so formidable that ev the Serpt Empire would consider relocating upon its emergce!

Hearing how significant this matter was, Catherine was also tak aback.

She solemnly gathered the soul into her hands and said, "Rest assured, Master, Sister Medusa, I will definitely decipher the secrets of this soul."

"However, due to the fragility of his soul, I will need more experimtal subjects."

The nature of the Zerg, characterized by their ability to dure massive losses, made Catherine's research style particularly wasteful of experimtal subjects.

"I will catch them for you." Medusa volunteered, eager to take on the task, exuding an aura of confidce.

Charles did not refuse. From the currt situation, matters seemed to be under control.

The critical task now was to contact his allied Overlords and his fiancée Eve, instructing them to immediately use soul-severing techniques if they discovered the return of the dead!

Indeed, Charles was not certain if this incidt was triggered by the Land of the Dead.

He definitely didn't want his followers in this world to be killed for no reason!

Moreover, he needed to discuss this matter with Rose.

As the princess of the Succubus clan, she should have insight into this situation.

Thinking about it, there were indeed many things to address.

The three of them were grossed in their discussion, leaving only Little Gre, whose eyes were beginning to droop.

She couldn't help it, her knowledge level was only at a middle school standard, making her too young to partake in such discussions.

Perhaps wh she turns one, they could reconsider. For now, ev Catherine, who doted on her the most, dared not assign her any task lightly.

But who was Little Gre?

She was a mischievous child!

Her big eyes twinkled with curiosity.

Earlier, the Master and her sisters mtioned they were going to find those who had returned from the dead.

She didn't understand the intricacies of their work and couldn't offer help there, but catching someone? That she could do!

Having be turned down before, Little Gre decided to undertake this task secretly. Once she succeeded, the adults would have no choice but to see her as one of them!

Each of the three sisters had their own tasks, but this time, the urgcy was palpable.

The more one knew about the horror of the Land of the Dead, the higher the stakes seemed.

Charles began contacting the Overlords, instructing them to immediately eliminate any returned dead.

As he had anticipated, some relatives had indeed come back to life and were living disguised among the Overlords.

Trusting their leader, the Overlords chose to sd those who should have remained dead back to the afterlife.

Ev if some Overlords lacked soul-severing techniques, Charles and others who possessed such knowledge supplied them gerously.

Unity was the anthem of humanity.

Just as Charles was about to privately message Eve, urging her to be vigilant, she st him a message first.

[Eve: Daddy, could you give me a soul-severing technique? All I have here are nature deity skill books, not ev a basic divine tree.]

Eve had become addicted to calling him Daddy, realizing Charles had a peculiar fixation on the role of a father.

In other words, it made him more agreeable!

True to form, Charles promptly gave her all the soul-severing techniques piled up in his warehouse and asked a question.

[Charles: Who is the returned dead on your side? It wouldn't be Grandpa Augustine, would it?]

That would be a difficult situation, as Eve might not have the heart to deal with it.

Her response came quickly, accompanied by a photo.

It showed several long-eared elves bound up.

[Eve: Isn't it just my luck? The returned dead here are the very scumbags who insulted me!]