The Overlord World guards privacy fiercely—Zhou Yan's name, nation, all cloaked. Newcomer lords worldwide scratch their heads. A big shot would flaunt, not hide—free clout for their faction. His silence sparks wild guesses, but no clues surface.
International chats buzz—someone offers friendship, paying per message. Wealth flexes hard; hundreds from every nation flood in, posturing. Zhou Yan, oblivious, skips the noise. Growth trumps gossip.
His panel's transformed. With 50 free attribute points, he leans hard into strength—offense is defense. Twenty to strength, ten each elsewhere:
[Name: Zhou Yan]
[Sex: Male]
[Age: 18]
[Race: Human]
[Nationality: Dragon Kingdom]
[Level: 10]
[Upgrade Requirement: 1,500 soul coins]
[Charm: 21]
[Luck: 21]
[Strength: 41.7]
[Physique: 19.7]
[Agility: 21.2]
[Spirit: 24.2]
[Free Attribute Points: 0]
[Reputation: 100]
[Occupation: None]
[Talent: Inactive]
[Skill: Seven Star Swordsmanship]
[Qualification: Inactive]
[Cultivation Method: None]
[Boundary: None]
[Equipment: See list]
[Equipment Bonuses: Strength +17, Agility +15, Physique +10, Defense +15]
Gear pushes strength near 60—he feels invincible, ready to rend demons. Confidence surges as they carve into the fog's depths.
"Monster!" Zhen Mi's sharp mind catches a shadow flitting through the mist.
Red-eyed foes emerge:
[Monster: Mantis Warrior]
[Quality: Enhanced Elite]
[Level: 15]
[Special: Agility Boost]
[Introduction: Swift, humanoid mantises with blades that slice stone. Keep your distance.]
"Level 15 elites," Zhou Yan breathes. Dozens swarm—his first taste of this zone's teeth.
"Shield the lord!" His team forms a ring around him.
"Behind us too!" Zhou Yan spots more—encircled.
"Smart bastards," he says. "They've got tactics."
Zhen Mi, calm, replies, "No sweat, Lord. We've got this." Her ranged role keeps her guarded—melee's not her game.
Diao Chan steps closer, unfazed. "No one touches you with me here."
Zhou Yan trusts their power. His own stats could crush these bugs, but green combat skills limit him against swarms. The mantises hiss, blades gleaming, and charge.
"Not bad speed," Zhou Yan notes, gripping his weapon.
Zhen Mi strikes. Radiance flares from her staff, a 20-meter spiritual wave rippling out. Mantises freeze, eyes glassy, trapped in her Luoshen Verse—slashing at phantom foes.
"They're killing each other!" Zhou Yan laughs, awed. Against rooted piranhas, her sleep spell was light work. Now, her full skill's carnage unfolds—none escape her range.
"Strike now—Zhen Mi can't hold forever!" he urges.
Diao Chan blurs, lightning-fast. Each step fells a mantis, heads rolling.
[Killed level 15 enhanced elite mantis warrior. +50 soul coins.]
…
She leaps five meters, a holy lotus blooming midair. It crashes down, energy erupting, wiping out dozens in a radiant sweep—her innate skill unleashed.
Zhen Mi and Diao Chan, RRR-tier, wield terrifying gifts. Si Teng's S-tier crew, geared up, mows through the rest. In minutes, the mantis horde lies dead.