"So, this is what Shadow meant," Seth muttered quietly, his expression unreadable. "How disgusting people can truly be."
He stood still for a long moment, his mind heavy with thought. Then, without hesitation, he pushed open a nearby door.
Inside the small, dimly lit room, a boy sat curled up in a corner, knees pulled to his chest, eyes empty of life. His frail frame trembled faintly with each breath, and the silence around him was suffocating.
Seth's gaze shifted toward the man sprawled across the couch—a father in name only. The man lay there unclothed, sleeping soundly, reeking of sweat and filth. The contrast between the two—the lifeless child and the monster who had made him that way—made Seth's expression darken.
"The strong are not controlled by their desires… I honestly have zero interest in you fools entering my camp." Seth said as he turned and walked toward where the region boss was located. He pulled out his phone and called Shadow, instructing him to compile a list of everyone who had let their desires run wild. He made the cutoff clear: not the people who used a monster crystal to sleep with someone for a night, but those who, after gaining power, began forcing themselves on others and crossing serious lines.
These were the ones Seth wanted dead. They weren't merely a nuisance; they posed a real threat to the stability of his camp. He didn't want to spend time on their messes or deal with the fallout they would bring, so he made his decision plain—those people should be removed.
"Who are you?!" a furious voice shouted from the mansion up ahead. The region's Overlord stood at the entrance, glaring down at Seth with burning hostility. As the master of this territory, he had been instantly alerted the moment another Overlord stepped into his domain. What enraged him even more was the imbalance of power that should have favored him—by all logic, any Overlord who entered another's territory would be weakened, while the reigning Overlord would receive a surge in strength from their own region's.
{Name: Tommy Morales
Race: Human
Talent: All Fiction (SS Rank)
Title: ???
Tier: 1 Tier (48/100,000 XP)
Combat Power: 270
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Skills: [Unreal (?/?)], [Eraser (?/).
Seth ignored the man. He walked forward with the same calm stride, ignoring the man's shout entirely. His expression didn't shift, his gaze steady as if the Overlord's existence barely registered as worth acknowledging.
The commotion, however, did not go unnoticed. The man's angry cry had drawn attention from every corner of the estate. One after another, many gathered around Seth. The air thickened with tension as they surrounded him, their eyes filled with hostility and curiosity.
What caught Seth's attention, though, wasn't their strength or their numbers. It was their appearance. Almost all of them were men—and not just any men. They had the look of criminals, the kind of people who thrived in chaos and fed on fear.
"Tommy, he has a combat power of over five hundred!" someone shouted, their golden eyes wide with horror. The moment those words left his mouth, the entire area fell silent. The tension was sharp enough to be felt in the air.
Tommy's pupils narrowed, his expression twisting as realization struck him. Without hesitation, he activated his skill—[Unreal]. The power surged outward instantly. [Unreal] was a reality warping ability that, for a brief moment, could make something cease to exist in reality. It could erase strength itself, turning a person's combat power to zero and leaving them defenseless.
But before the skill could take effect, Seth moved. In a single blur, he vanished from where he stood, appearing to the side just as the distortion reached him. The power washed harmlessly past, missing him entirely.
A skill that should have been impossible to avoid—an instant-cast technique that even high-level opponents couldn't dodge—had been evaded by Seth as if it were nothing.
Seth's eyes could see everything—every ripple of energy, every faint disturbance in the air. He could even see the invisible force of telekinesis as it wrapped around its target like a ghostly thread. So when the skill [Unreal] was activated—a technique that was supposed to take effect the instant it was cast—Seth didn't just feel it. He saw it. He watched the wave of power as it traveled toward him, and before it could reach him, he was already gone.
He didn't doubt that his higher combat power would have allowed him to resist the skill's effect, but he wasn't foolish enough to test it. There was no need to gamble with something that could temporarily erase his strength.
When he appeared again, a short distance away, the aftermath spoke for itself. Every man who had surrounded him seconds ago stood frozen for a brief heartbeat—before their heads suddenly flew upward, a sharp jet of blood following each one. The scene was silent for only a moment before the bodies began to collapse one after another, painting the ground red.
Seth didn't even glance at them. He simply began walking forward, his attention fixed on their leader.
"W–who are you!" Tommy cried out, his voice breaking with panic. Before he could even react, Seth was already in front of him. The air cracked from the sudden movement, and Tommy's body went rigid as a hand closed tightly around his throat.
"Pass on the Overlord role," Seth said, his tone calm and unbothered, as if asking for something trivial. Tommy clawed weakly at Seth's arm, but the pressure on his windpipe made breathing nearly impossible. His mind screamed in terror as he felt the overwhelming difference in power.
Realizing resistance was pointless, Tommy hastily accepted the command, his trembling hand activating the transfer. The system confirmed the change, and the next instant, Seth dropped him to the ground like discarded trash.
Before Tommy could even gasp for air, Seth's foot came down—hard—on the man's younger brother. The impact was brutal, the sound sharp and sickening. The man body folded instantly, and his scream tore through the air, raw and filled with despair as pain and horror consumed him.
"You might be a waste," Seth said evenly, his gaze steady on Tommy, "but at least you'll be useful for my training."
It was exactly as he had expected. Far too many people who received overpowered wishes ended up wasting them through complacency. They gained power and instantly believed they were untouchable, that strength alone would carry them through anything. This man was no different. He had lived off his talent, letting it cradle him in false security.
Instead of building discipline or pushing his limits, he had chosen the easier path—relying on his position to command others while surrounding himself with people who shared his laziness. His region reflected his mindset perfectly: stagnant, indulgent, and rotting beneath the surface.
Seth considered them all fools. Still, he couldn't entirely blame them. Not everyone was born with his kind of mind. His thoughts moved like lightning, his brain functioning as a living supercomputer. To him, growth wasn't effort—it was the most logical thing to do, at least that was what his super ultra powerful computer for a brain thought..
'They're about an hour away,' Seth thought, his gaze drifting toward the few men and women who peered fearfully from the safety of their shattered homes. Their eyes followed him with silent desperation, as though waiting for help that might never come. For a moment, he hesitated, an internal struggle flickering behind his calm expression. He wasn't a hero—never had been. The idea of playing the role of one felt almost foreign to him.
Still, practicality won out. Pulling out his phone, he contacted Shadow and instructed him to bring a team to gather the survivors. He sent over the coordinates, then continued forward, dragging Tommy behind him by the hair.