The Overlord You Mocked

Chapter 7: Payback Time

Her gaze lingered, on his body—his abs. She crouched beside him. The night had gone dark, and the moon was swallowed by the dark fury clouds.

His shirt was torn open, revealing a hard, sculpted chest marked with cuts and bruises.

Her fingers traced the edge of a deep wound on his ribs.

Immediately, the wound shrink. His hard skin began to draw together, and the deep cut slowly began to heal.

Her breath caught. Jaw dropped, as she stared at the shocking event unveiling before her very eyes. “Impossible…” she murmured to herself.

She dipped a cloth into the water and gently wiped the blood from his face. His jaw was sharp and arrogant even in his unconscious state.

His skin was far too calm for a man who had been beaten to the point of death.

She chuckled nervously. “You’re… handsome,” she whispered, almost embarrassed by herself.

She leaned closer, pressing her ear to his chest. His heart was beating. Slow, steady, powerful. Definitely alive.

Her eyes narrowed, the bruises were fading. Healing. Right before her eyes, and there was no logical explanation for this.

“Oh you poor thing. Are you even human?” She pressed his nose to stop his breathing, but there was no reaction.

“You're not even alive are you?” She mumbled. “Please give me a sign that you're alive. I need to know.”

No response.

Her chest tightened, and her face lowered in disappointment. She checked her time past 10pm already.

Would it be a good idea to take this poor boy to a hospital? How do I explain to the doctor that his wounds are healing by itself? She sighed deeply

Immediately he coughed, and water poured out of his mouth. Panic surged and she rushed to his side but he didn't wake.

“You still have so much water in your system huh?.” She quickly tilted his head but hesitated as she got closer. She swallowed nervously. “I—this is the only way.”

She pinched his nose gently and lowered her mouth to his, trying to draw the water out.

But that moment, his eyes snapped open. Their eyes locked, and silence…

He studied her face, wondering what was going on. That was when he realized that he couldn't breathe because she was still holding his nose.

He grabbed her wrist with crushing strength and flared up from the ground. She tried to retreat, but his other hand wrapped around the back of her neck, freezing her in place.

Their faces were inches apart, her body half-sprawled over his. She gasped. His eyes were dark, filled with secrets of the world. His gaze pierced into her soul, and her lips began to tremble.

In that instant, Demian activated his immortality. All the pain vanished. Power surged.

She felt it before she saw it—the sudden tension beneath her palms. The sound of his bones cracking and shifting back to its form.

His muscles knit together like living steel, and she screamed.

“AHHHH!”

Demian clamped his hand over her mouth, eyes blazing with cold authority. “Silence!” he commanded. His voice wasn’t loud, but it was absolute. “You’ve seen nothing. You’ve heard nothing. Do you understand?”

Tears streamed down her face as she nodded frantically, terror shaking her from head to toe.

Slowly, he released her.

She scrambled backward, falling onto the damp ground.

Her arms wrapped around herself as if to hold her sanity together. Demian stretched his shoulder with clenched fists.

She looked up at him, voice trembling. “W-what are you?”

He scoffed, dusting imaginary dirt from his shoulders, then glanced back at her with a faint, cruel smile. “I am the Overlord.”

The word landed like thunder.

Her lips parted, but not a sound came out.

Demian paused, eyes lingering on her—not with lust, but with calculation. “You saved my body,” he said slowly. “That earns you something.”

He took a step closer and she flinched.

“What is your name?” he asked.

“R-Rebecca,” she whispered.

He nodded once. “Rebecca.” The way he said it made it sound permanent. “One day, I will grant you any wish you desire.”

Her breath hitched. “Any… wish?”

“Yes.” His gaze softened. “But not today.” He stood up and walked a few steps staring into the dark clouds.

She watched his back, confused as to what he meant. “Today, I have debts to collect. And revenge to take. But not to worry, Rebecca, our path shall cross again.”

He turned away, taking only a few steps before his form blurred and then vanished entirely, leaving nothing but rippling air behind.

Rebecca screamed again, shaking violently.

She picked up her things and without a second glance, she bolted out of the dark woods.

Miles away, Demian stood atop a high-rise balcony overlooking Sunville. The city was glowing beneath him. His phone rang once before being answered immediately.

“Lord Dragon,” the Senate leader said nervously. “I—I wasn’t sure you would call personally.”

“You will announce my arrival,” Demian said coldly. “Live television. Tonight. The Immortal Overlord has returned. But you will not reveal my identity.”

“Yes. Of course. Immediately.”

“And one more thing,” Demian added. “Tomorrow is Hades Buckley's engagement party.”

There was a pause.

“Yes… to Marianne Roy, the famous actress.”

“You will inform Hades,” Demian said, lips curling. “That the Overlord will honor him with his presence.”

The man laughed nervously. “He will be… overwhelmed.”

Demian ended the call.

Across the city, Hades received the news and nearly dropped his glass. He had made several calls, boasting about the honour he was about to receive that would raise him to the top.

“The Overlord?” he repeated, eyes shining. “At my engagement?”

He laughed loudly, pride swelling. “I knew it. This is it. This is my rise. I've been working for this shit. Now the time has come. Woohoo!”

But, he had no idea he was already kneeling.

And yes, tomorrow Demian will return. But not as the man they thought they killed, rather as the nightmare they have created. And the dark hours have just begun.