SYSTEMBREAKER: Rise Of The Ninth Overlord

Adventurous Fast-Paced Plot Xianxia Demon Gamer Intelligent Alternate Universe Cultivation Kingdom Building

Rhys died on Terra Prime, only to wake in a room, face to face with the Arbiter of the Trial System. Chosen. Marked. Offered power beyond anything mortals should touch. Before he can question it, the Arbiter’s smile shifts. His class is forced. His future is locked. And an alert flashes: 《Warning: Your Terra Prime body is dead. Chosen safety life spent. One life remaining.》 Thrown into the Trials with a dying body, a predatory System, and a class built for assassination over glory, Rhys quickly learns the truth: The Arbiter doesn’t pick heroes. He picks weapons. In a cosmic game where the System lies, the Trials kill, and every “Chosen” is a disposable pawn, Rhys has only two choices: Obey the Arbiter… or become powerful enough to break him. Rhys’s Mark begins stacking hidden bonuses—letting him steal power meant for the Overlords themselves. In a world where mortals are cattle, he becomes the glitch the system can’t predict. To escape the Trials, he must outplay the Dominion, topple the Overlords, and rewrite the contract that enslaved Terra Prime. But to break the game, he has to become exactly what they fear: The ninth Overlord. The one who answers to no one. A dark progression fantasy filled with deadly Trials, evolving skills, hidden conspiracies, and a protagonist who refuses to stay a pawn. Because some Chosen rise to greatness But only one becomes the Overlord.

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Chapter: #13: Welcome

Rhys's mind was awhirl, not for the first time today. His head moving on autopilot as he looked around the Adventurer's Guild, newbie adventurers were staring at him in silence and shock, he was staring at them like an idiot. It was truly surreal. He tried to find any semblance of calm as the entire room watched him. Like hawks eying their prey. He knew all of this was being recorded as well, it was normal to have your entrance posted on dominionnet and made fun of, a bit of a hazing for the newbie. Unlike most entrances, though, everyone was in awe. He just walked through them with his head held high, enjoying the spectators. That was until more than a few loud adventurers started arguing whether he was a fake. It took every bit of willpower he had, not to turn around and start arguing with them. He didn't even realize the receptionist was in front of him. "W-welcome, would you like to register?"

Last Updated: 2025-12-12

Chapter: #12: No Guns, No Potions

Kael Frost did not like his name. For his first name his parents had decided to pick something unique so he would stand out. That hadn't been too uncommon… in their generation, maybe. The problem wasn't really with his first name. It was his last name. Kael was an adventurer's name, a [Swordmaster]'s name. A fine name. His last name? Frost? It kept reminding him of his roots, of his parents' insistence that he grow up like they did. As a regular kid in Aussie. Not that he ever could. Not with a name like his, not with the fact that he was an elf surrounded by other Aussie kids with bad humour, not with dragonslayer parents. His mind wandered as he sat at the table, like he did for the past two months. Two months of searching and he had found only one member that met his standards. Then again, to only spend two months to find an [Arcanist] like Lirien Voss, even with all her… eccentrics. Kael would have happily waited for another year.

Last Updated: 2025-12-11

Chapter: #11: Welcome To The Dominion

《Now entering a safe zone 10 minutes remaining until you are forcefully ejected from the safe zone.》 Rhys stepped into the safe room, the letter from The Arbiter burning a mental hole in his pocket. He stepped towards the table in the middle as it held his reward. His reward for an S- achievement clear. He checked his notifications. 《Dominion 0 -> Dominion 1 achieved!》 The benefits to his body were almost immediate. If a Dominion 0 [Infiltrator] was someone at the peak level of physical talent attainable on Terra Prime, Dominion 1 was where he could win a competition against anyone with little practice. Nobody on Terra Prime could beat a Dominion 1 [Infiltrator] in close combat. He snapped a knife from his holster and then twirled it around his fingers. Doing tricks he'd forgotten how to do. Then he pushed further. He took out the other knife from his strap and started juggling them. He almost couldn't stop grinning. The be

Last Updated: 2025-12-11

Chapter: #10: It Had Ruined Everything

Rhys Artisan was kicked out of the orb, the [Saboteur] hadn't even finished his skill. The Arbiter wasn't smiling, it waved its hands as the orbs moved away. "I presume you aren't taking any of the classes." "No." "Understandable." The orbs disappeared when Rhys Artisan had answered. He wondered what would have happened if he hadn't said an answer and tried to dive for the orb instead. The Arbiter simply observed him as Rhys Artisan tried to think ahead. His mind was clear, it wasn't like when he had first experienced the [Vanguard]. He felt no weakness, no sudden loss. He hadn't melded with the class at all. The [Defiant Mark Infiltrator] met the Arbiter's gaze and understood that he was still in a trap. "What do you want from me?" The Arbiter scrunched its nose. "The [Saboteur] always is a nasty one, that class along with your new title seems to have produced an unintended effect. Apologies." "You haven't answered my question." The Arbiter wanted something from him and he

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Chapter: #9: A Ruinous Thought

《Now entering the Arbiter's Void.》 Unlike the first time Rhys Artisan did not collapse on his chair. Instead he stood up, throwing his chair backwards and slammed on the Arbiter's desk with both hands. "You sent me into a deathtrap!" The Arbiter looked unimpressed, though its lips did twitch a little. The entity let the silence hold for a second longer, as if to indicate that it was above such outbursts. "If I had placed you in a deathtrap and you had managed to survive, you would have a Legendary Title. Do you have one?" Rhys Artisan blinked, he checked his notifications and found no title waiting for him. That was fairly normal, even an S grade achievement wasn't worth a title anymore. The Arbiter did have a point, if it wanted him dead, he'd probably be dead. It didn't quite make him any less frustrated. "So what was that? Another accident?" He had nearly died in that Initiation Crucible, a Crucible that he should've been able to breeze through. The Arbiter simply leaned bac

Last Updated: 2025-12-10

Chapter: #8: Are You Really A Chosen?

Plan A: Get the [Arcanist] Lord riled up and go in. Ideally, he wanted the skeleton soldiers to have been in the middle of the fight with the last soldier, but the lord was being too cautious. Rhys Artisan grabbed a throwing knife from his chest strap as he made a throwing motion. The Bone Sovereign ducked. Rhys Artisan threw his knife for real as it went–wide. Both [Arcanist] and [Infiltrator] looked at the knife as it flew past its head by a fair margin. The lord opened its jaw as it stared at the bad throw. "You should have practiced a little-Hey!" He started sprinting the moment the Bone Sovereign broke eye contact. He could hear the skeletal warriors rushing back towards the chamber while their lord had tried to stall him with banter. The distance had closed to fifteen feet–but the problem was that the lord was on an elevated platform. And the lord had grabbed his wand. The wand pointed at his head as a shimmering orb of red went flying at him. He barely dodged, the orb wh

Last Updated: 2025-12-06

IRONROOT SOVEREIGN: Rise Of The Marked Envoy

Adventurous Fast-Paced Plot First-Person POV Gamer Intelligent Mafia Alternate Universe Cultivation Kingdom Building

Fantasy

The Dominion summoned a hero. What they got was a man the Brand cannot control. Luen Varyth was an old man, content with his lot in life as the godfather of a large mafia, ready to enjoy his years of retirement… Before an unexpected ambush forced his hand. Stepping through a portal of light was dangerous, and stealing the destiny of someone else was tasteless; but when the choice was between acting dubious and staying back to get riddled with bullets there was no doubt his path. Stranded in a new world, surrounded by people with shady intentions, he would face the option. Toe the line… Or, once again, create his own path… Because once the truth behind their “holy summoning” is revealed, the world will understand one thing. They should never have brought him here.

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Chapter: #13: Betrayal Night

The most painful headache that I had ever felt hit me, enough to push me to my knees, making me feel like my brain was being scrambled. Yet, even as I did so, I could feel that it wasn't as bad as it could have been. The familiar feeling of resilience helped me to blunt the impact. Since it was Resilience that was keeping me conscious, I decided to fake unconsciousness once more, even when I felt Toross grabbing and lifting me with one hand, dragging me like I weighed nothing. "What a weakling," Toross said even as he dragged me away. Falael chuckled. "What do you expect. It's his first time absorbing a skill, and he doesn't have any stat to actually help him absorb the information faster. With a skill stone with that high purity, it'll be shocking if he could wake up before we could arrive at the Capital." "What about the indoctrination, then," Toross asked. "Won't they be angry if he's not willing to do his mission?" "Don

Last Updated: 2025-12-12

Chapter: #12: First Kill

I said nothing as the servants walked in, carrying cages filled with animals. Animals that I had never seen before. Some looked familiar, rabbits and squirrels – if such beasts ever grow enough to match the size of a dog, and grew spikes that looked intimidating enough to make them a part of a horror movie – while others looked completely unfamiliar. A ten-legged creature, as woolly as a sheep, bright green… I would have certainly remembered if such a beast actually existed back in my world. The beasts were angry, unnaturally so. They slammed against their cages with a repetitive fury, with an intimidating rabidness, but neither my Keepers nor the servants reacted to their anger. It must be expected. I didn't say anything, the guise of obedience was a good excuse for me to stay back and observe as the servants placed the cages on the ground and left. As they did, Toross walked to Falael, and flashed some

Last Updated: 2025-12-11

Chapter: #11: Stat Awakening

As I stood up in front of the rocks, I had no intention of hiding my capabilities – especially since my physical limits didn't have anything particularly impressive. I was fit for a sixty-year-old, and Vitality increased my potential to a degree, but neither fact was unknown to them.I lifted rock after rock, until I settled on one that was about eighty pounds, struggling to lift it as I repeated, but the endurance given to me by Vitality helped significantly to repeat the action. Occasionally, I glanced at them, but they were distracted by their own little argument, too far away from me to hear.Not that I needed to, as Toross' juvenile actions were rather obvious, while Falael reacted with increasing hostility.Their lack of attention further confirmed that they didn't expect anything to happen. I was happy to play along with their assumption just in case — especially if I could undersell the effect."Now, start running," Falael ordered, once again weighted with ch

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Chapter: #10: Strength Test

It was Toross that was at the door. "I hope you had a good rest. We have a lot of things to do today," he said, with a sense of energy that could never be displayed by someone that was suffering from a hangover.I didn't ask anything as I stood up. While his words weren't followed by the exact kind of pressure that followed Falael's words, there was no harm in showing my enthusiasm to follow their orders — the more obedient I looked, the easier it would be to slip things through them.Also, Toross was still radiating a sense of aura that asked for respect and obedience, which was more constant than Falael's occasional flares, and being proactive in questioning him might make me suspicious about my ability to reject the impact of his Charisma.It was better to be safe."Wear something more comfortable," he said as he pointed at the wardrobe."Anything in particular?" I asked."Just some pants and a loose tunic, maybe some robust boots will do. We will move around a bit today," he said,

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Chapter: #9: Hidden Edges

I returned to my room, even though it was tempting to spend the rest of the night in the library, hoping to find something, but after some consideration, I decided against it. I was afraid of the captain checking to make sure I was in my place. I just stopped to swipe a book from the library, to see if I could use that to my benefit. The temptation to go and poke around the room Toross and Falael were currently occupying was even higher. They were still sleeping with the door open, drunk, but I didn't want to risk it. Even with my limited Vitality, the impact of the alcohol had long disappeared, and I didn't want to take the risk of one of them waking up to catch me skulking around. My harmless aura was my single greatest asset, and I didn't want to risk it for the moment. I wasn't afraid of them getting rid of me after all the effort they had spent – much – but that didn't mean I was willing to show myself. Right now, they were confident that a blast of mental pressure was all th

Last Updated: 2025-12-10

Chapter: #8: Drunken Lessons

The guards had dismissive smiles on their faces as they looked at my game, not bothering to hide their mocking smirks as I acted like I was putting my full attention on the game. I had all the confidence of winning the first pile, and not because I bothered to put a complicated strategy in place, or actually tried to cheat. No card shark would ever actually let the mark lose during the first hand, not even the incompetent, amateur ones I was currently playing with. Still, I watched them, looking for signs of cheating — not because I cared particularly much about the borrowed money I had, but because I wanted to get a sense of how things had worked in this new world I found myself in. It was for the better if I could avoid shanking before I got too ambitious when gambling. I failed to get any sign of cheating before the first pile was concluded after I raised by another ten denicas. "You're so lucky," one of them laughed as slapped his thigh. "Look at that, almost forty denicas, a g

Last Updated: 2025-12-06

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