Overlord: Welcome the Birth of the King

The scorching sun gradually descended in the sky.

The light in the Forest of Tob began to change, dimming significantly.

After shaking off the ogre's pursuit, Lyle immediately found a place with sparse trees and low shrubs to make some repairs.

Such an environment was convenient for observing the surroundings—at least the large size of the ogres made them easy to spot.

"Minor Healing!"

Lyle released a soft white light from his hand, which then merged into his body.

In an instant, the small wounds on his face and body healed at a visible speed.

The wounds weren't serious, but in the wild, if left untreated, they could become infected or turn septic.

According to the wilderness survival experience of the Rock team, this was the most dangerous outcome.

Luckily, one "Minor Healing" was enough to cure these injuries.

Lyle clearly felt a warm flow spread throughout his body, and the tightness in his chest eased significantly.

"Strange..." Lyle muttered, his brow furrowed.

He had noticed something peculiar—something that put him on edge.

"The ogres are working together now. Why?"

Lyle's face darkened as he thought in confusion.

He knew very well that as the number of goblins he slaughtered increased, it would inevitably attract the ogres' attention—after all, goblins were an easy meal for them.

But looking at the current situation, it seemed insufficient to draw their notice.

"Could there be a unique individual among them?" Lyle wondered briefly.

The thought struck him. Unlike in games, where creatures of the same race were often uniform, the real world—especially one like this—might feature unique variants among monsters. It wasn't impossible for an ogre leader or a special goblin to exist, even if they hadn't appeared in any prior depictions or lore.

A couple of ogres weren't too concerning, but when the number of ogres increased, as in the situation earlier, things became tricky.

His physical attacks were high, but his physical defense was too low. If he took a few more hits, he wouldn't be able to withstand them.

"I'll need to be extra careful from now on." Lyle muttered softly to himself.

As night fell, Lyle climbed a large tree, cloaked himself in a black robe, and blended into the shadows. The dark fabric made him nearly invisible in the pitch-black forest.

Lyle closed his eyes and was in a shallow sleep when suddenly his ears twitched.

Rustle~

Rustle~

The sound of leaves rustling as something lightly stepped on the grass and broken leaves gradually approached the tree where Lyle was.

Half-asleep and half-awake, Lyle instantly came to attention, but he kept his eyes shut and continued pretending to sleep.

The forest was quite lively at night.

It was normal for wild beasts or magical creatures to pass nearby, and it had happened many times before.

Lyle didn't open his eyes to observe because, in such darkness, unless the distance was very close, it was impossible for human vision to discern creatures in the dark.

After a while, the light footsteps paused briefly, and the sound seemed to stop right under the tree where Lyle was. Soon, the footsteps resumed and gradually faded away.

Lyle's breathing returned to normal, and he closed his eyes again.

Though he had been in a shallow sleep all night, in the forest, where there were over twelve hours of darkness every day, if he extended his sleep too long, he would feel drained and even exhausted.

The next day.

Warm sunlight once again filtered through the trees, casting its glow on the earth.

Lyle rolled off the tree and reached out to put the black robe into his item box, beginning his journey for the day.

He chewed on some rye bread while starting his search for goblins and monsters!

The day stretched on from sunrise to sunset. By the end, Lyle stood by a marked tree, iron sword in hand, frustration etched on his face.

"Terrible luck today," he grumbled. "Only ten goblins," Lyle grumbled, rubbing his head.

These goblins were the ones without a tribe.

Aside from the goblins, he had also encountered some monsters and wild beasts.

Large snakes were particularly common. Lyle's inventory already held several three-to-four-meter-long serpent carcasses.

However, ordinary beasts offered very little experience, and as for monsters, he had encountered a giant beetle half a meter long, but it managed to escape.

Though the monsters provided decent experience, it was still only about the same as killing three or four goblins combined, but they were much harder to deal with.

Lyle had developed a preference for killing goblins lately, as they were easy to defeat with a single sword strike. If he was lucky enough to find a group of them, he could gather a decent amount of experience by following them.

In the following days, Lyle encountered very few monsters. He had even killed a significant number of ordinary wild beasts that he had previously neglected.

Before this, Lyle could usually kill around thirty goblins per day, earning about five to six hundred experience points daily.

But now, he was encountering far fewer goblins—sometimes just a handful.

This was starting to make Lyle a little frustrated.

Although he had slain many goblins recently, it still wasn't much compared to the number that would regularly cause trouble along the borders of the Kingdom of Re-Estize.

It had been several days since Lyle had encountered any significant number of goblins. He could only blame his bad luck.

June 16th

Lyle's journey had begun on May 16th, marking one month since his arrival in this world. He had been in the Forest of Tob for two weeks and was beginning to feel the toll of repetitive hunting.

Perhaps it was because of his one-month anniversary.

Today, Lyle's luck had improved significantly, and the goblins, which had been scarce in the past days, began to appear again.

His iron sword was, of course, more than eager to take action, and within a day, he had slain twenty-one of them, gaining a significant boost in experience.

[Experience: 2620/5000]

Additionally, Lyle noticed that the area seemed overrun with goblins, and there was likely a large goblin settlement nearby.

That night.

Rustle~

When a wild beast passed under the tree where Lyle was, its body brushed against the grass, making a faint noise.

Lyle leaned against the tree trunk, his head resting on his arm, his left foot casually placed on his right. He paid little attention to the sounds under the dense branches.

The "Odorless" magic was enough to remove all scents from him, so even the most sensitive wild beast couldn't smell him.