The Overlord of Mysteries

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Word Count: 3800 Words

Note: Just a reminder that I've changed the Guild Auxiliary chapter. I've made some changes to it. I've removed a couple of NPCs and added a few.

: Mass upload of three chapters.

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New World, Overlord Verse

In the heart of a desolate wasteland—its hills and mountains reduced to ruins mere hours ago—a colossal dragon lay sprawled across the shattered ground. Blood pooled beneath its massive, crimson-scaled frame, seeping from wounds that covered its body. Its once-mighty wings, now shredded and useless, twitched feebly. The Blazing Sun Dragon God, as he was called, glared ahead with eyes filled with both defiance and grudging respect, focusing on the figure hovering above him.

The platinum-haired woman stood like a goddess of war, her silver hair gleaming under the sun's fading light. Though battered, her injuries paled in comparison to the dragon's. Cuts and bruises marred her form, but her regeneration far outpaced the beast's, knitting together flesh and muscle in real time.

Without hesitation, she cast a spell, rising effortlessly into the air. Her blue eyes narrowed as she studied her fallen foe, thoughts racing through her mind.

'A Greater True Dragon—or by Light Novel's classification, a True Dragon Lord. A being of such power... and had yet to make an appearance in the story, at least until the sixteenth volume of the Light Novel or the Webnovel. The Blazing Sun Dragon God,' she mused, her gaze sharp and unwavering.

From her inventory, she summoned a weapon—a gleaming spear that thrummed with a power rivaling the fabled World Items. The shift in her posture was enough to make the dragon stir, sensing the shift in her intent.

"You possess great strength," the dragon rasped, his deep voice vibrating through the broken earth. "Though not as mighty as the Dragon Emperor, you are strong enough to lay me low." His gaze flickered with something between amusement and cunning. "You must be one of the outsiders."

The dragon paused, gauging her reaction. When she gave nothing away, he pressed on, a sly grin curling his bloodied lips.

"More specifically... a player. Yes, you're a player, aren't you? To think one of your caliber would be summoned to this remote little island…"

That single word—island—made her falter. An unsettling realization gnawed at the edges of her mind. The "island" he mentioned wasn't small by any measure. She had deployed every summoned creatures at her disposal, including mercenaries and summoned creatures from items, to map the land. The continent stretched vast and unforgiving, as large—if not larger—than Asia, if she had to make an comparison, dominated by barren valleys and jagged mountains. Rather it was larger than Asia but most of it was wastelands.

And yet, here was this unknown dragon calling it a mere island.

Her mind raced. If this land was considered insignificant, then somewhere beyond the horizon lay a continent so massive it dwarfed everything she knew so far. It also explained why the mapping process had been so smooth, devoid of interference from stronger beings.

'The four Draconic auras I sensed… Were they the ones appeared in the story? Or perhaps weaker Dragon Lords stranded on this island with hundreds of other weaker Dragons?' She felt headache at the implications. If a land of greater magnitude existed, its rulers could be powers beyond her comprehension.

The dragon, sensing her momentary distraction, continued, savoring the tension. "My brothers and sister are stronger than you," he mused, almost lazily. "Or perhaps not... It's hard to say. But even so, you are more powerful than me and my little sister. It seems the one who called himself a World Champion was mistaken—he wouldn't last a second against you. To claim to be the strongest player of Yggdrasil. What a joke he was."

The Dragon grinned, but not from admiration. His lips curled with hidden triumph, for beneath his casual words, he had been weaving magic—discreet, precise, a teleportation spell to whisk him away to safety. Had he rushed, the woman would have sensed it. But as it stood, the incantation was almost complete. Victory lay just within his reach.

He chuckled lowly, speaking as if sharing a secret. "I'll give you one last chance. Become my mate," he offered, his voice seductive and sly. "With your power, we could slay the Dragon Emperor. You wouldn't understand it yet, but we dragons are bound by certain instincts. Finding a mate as strong as you is rare. My brothers have already married players—and even my sister has married a player. But you... you would be honored to stand beside a True Dragon God."

His grin widened. "After all, you are just a fake, aren't you? A draconic imposter from a mortal made game. I believe I am right. It is called as a Game, isn't it."

The woman's patience snapped. She had heard enough. Unbeknownst to the dragon, she had sensed his sly magic from the beginning, allowing him to weave his spell only so far. Now, her response was swift and final.

Without a word, she hurled her spear. It streaked through the air with terrifying speed, slicing through space like a blade through silk. Before the dragon could react, the weapon pierced his heart in less than a pico-second, severing his life essence entirely. His smug grin froze in place, eyes wide with disbelief as the teleportation magic fizzled into nothingness.

The Blazing Sun Dragon God was no more.

The woman descended gracefully to the ruined ground, her sharp gaze sweeping the landscape. What was once a vast expanse of mountains had been reduced to rubble, the aftermath of their battle scarring the earth beyond recognition.

She approached the lifeless dragon's corpse, her hand outstretched. For the first time, she invoked an Unknown power—the ability of the World Devourer.

She had her guesses. In her tenure at the parent company of Yggdrasil, she hadn't worked on Boss Monsters or Monsters. With the exception being Cthulhu and World Devourer. Though she had worked on a couple of World Items, namely Fire Dragon's Heart and more. She had mainly worked on bases of those World Enemies.

She had worked on layout and maps. For Bruce to choose Cthulhu and for World Devourer to chase them. There might have been a link. She could use this line of thought to further solve the mystery. For now, she had work to complete.

Her palm pressed against the dragon's still-warm scales, and a dark, consuming force began to swirl around them. The dragon's soul, essence, and body were drawn into her, merging with her own being. It was an intoxicating surge of power, one she had never experienced before.

This was no ordinary dragon. This was a being that had transcended the level cap of Yggdrasil, a creature whose strength rivaled that of Fafnir, the most infamous World Enemy. But unlike Fafnir, this dragon lacked the god-like regeneration, the perpetual revival, and the curse that made Fafnir such an unkillable menace.

World closed her eyes, feeling the torrent of knowledge and abilities flood her mind. Skills, spells, and ancient powers etched themselves into her soul, but something crucial eluded her. Memories—fragments of the dragon's past—slipped away, leaving gaps she couldn't fill.

'So, not all of it could be devoured,' she mused, frustration flickering beneath her calm exterior. Even with all her power, some truths remained beyond her reach. It was a first for her, with Dragon's status and prowess. She was quite lucky to have achieved this.

But the battle was over. The dragon lay dead, its secrets buried with it—or, at least, most of them. And now, the woman stood amidst the ruins of the battlefield, stronger than before, yet burdened by new questions.

For if this land was merely an island, what else lay beyond it? And what other unimaginable forces awaited her and Bruce in the shadows of this vast and unforgiving world?

Piecing together the Dragon God's memories. She did gather a lot of information of this World.

The Dragon inhabited a larger Continent, namely Dragon Hour.

As for the past, surprisingly the Dragon knew a lot about this World.

As, for the players. There were a couple of Guilds inhabiting the Dragon Hour currently.

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As she sifted through the fragmented memories of the Blazing Sun Dragon God, a deeper understanding of the world began to form, like puzzle pieces slowly falling into place. What she discovered was far beyond her expectations—and it complicated everything.

The dragon had hailed from a vast continent known as Dragon Hour, a landmass so immense it dwarfed the one she had thought encompassed the world. It was teeming with life, with monsters and players.

And the Dragon Emperor—he wasn't just a myth. He rested atop a floating island that drifted high above the tallest peak, a fragment of a shattered moon. The second moon of this world had been destroyed long ago, and what was left of it hovered in silence, forgotten by all but the Dragons.

Only scattered remnants like this island remained, floating like ghosts in the sky.

World stood quietly in the wasteland, as the wind howled across the shattered landscape. The fight had taken more out of her than she expected, but the real challenge was yet to come. The Blazing Sun Dragon God was just the first. Four others—equally powerful, maybe stronger—still roamed Dragon Hour. And beyond them, the Dragon Emperor waited.

She pulled a locket from her inventory, the cool metal pressing against her palm as she stared at it. This tiny trinket had set everything into motion. 'If not for this… I'd never have known about Dragon Hour or the things waiting for us there.'

Her gaze drifted to the sky, dark and endless. 'This world… it's so much bigger than we thought. And dangerous in ways we couldn't have imagined.'

'I just hope S returns soon…' she thought with a heavy heart. 'This world is far more dangerous than we first believed. Managing the Guild and safeguarding it from the monsters lurking beyond our knowledge will not be easy. Not without him.'

Her fingers tightened around the locket as her thoughts turned to the one she called S. His absence weighed on her, like a shadow that stretched across her soul. 'At least the ROB's cane and suit will protect him. That's the only comfort I have… His safety matters more than anything—more than mine, more than the Guild's survival.'

Though she was immortal, a gift from the ROB to ensure her life was intertwined with S's, it was a hollow blessing. Her immortality came with a binding: she could not die unless S did. Their fates were woven into an eternal tapestry, a bond that could not be severed.

Her voice broke the silence, bitter and laced with regret. "But how am I supposed to face him… after everything I did with Domitor… and with him?"

The memories stung, as sharp and relentless as the dragon's claws had been. The choices she had made, the lines she had crossed—they haunted her, gnawing at her soul like a relentless hunger.

How could she meet his eyes again? What words could possibly bridge the chasm her actions had carved between them? The guilt she carried was a weight even her immortal body struggled to bear.

And yet, despite the regret gnawing at her heart, she knew that time moved forward, indifferent to the burdens she carried. S would return. He had to. And when he did, she would have to find a way to confront not only him but the truths she had buried deep within herself.

Her grip on the locket tightened, her gaze never leaving the sky. Somewhere in the Omniverse, S wandered, his fate entangled with hers. Until then, she would continue—protecting his Guild, confronting whatever dangers this world threw at her, and finding a way to atone for her past.

The wind stirred around her, enveloping her hair in the wind. With a final, resolute breath, she tucked the spear back into her inventory and turned her back to the ruined battlefield.

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World reappeared within the heart of the Guild Base, her fingers still wrapped tightly around the locket. The air within the sanctuary thrummed softly with enchantments—a comforting pulse of magic that hinted at safety, though her thoughts were far from settled.

'A World Item...' she mused, feeling the subtle hum of power beneath the metal. 'According to the Dragon God's memories, the World Champion, Axerton, cast this locket onto this land. A desperate, final act in his confrontation against the Blazing Sun Dragon God.'

Axerton had fallen in battle—his ideals clashing with the merciless will of the dragon. And in those final moments, he had thrown the locket not out of hope, but defiance. A small rebellion against a foe too powerful to defeat. Yet, even as the artifact left his grasp, the action seemed tragically futile.

"Such a waste," World whispered under her breath. "In the hands of a World Champion, no less. What good was an item made for Magic Casters in the hands of a World Champion?"

World knew better than most the significance of the locket and every other World Item that had once existed within the Yggdrasil.

Beyond mere artifacts, they were pieces of the game's Strongest Items—legendary objects intertwined with history, myth, and power as dictated by their lore.

She'd memorized every detail, cataloging not just the items but also the key players, monsters, World Enemies, and bosses that had defined the game's lore. There was little in Yggdrasil's world she had not touched or uncovered.

She had even made books, listing World Items in one and others with their own categorisation for the Guild's library on Bruce's suggestion.

The locket she now held had once belonged to a prominent guild, an early prize won in the game's chaotic opening stages. At the time, Bruce—better known to her as S—had given her clear instructions:

"Don't spoil the experience for me. Let's savor the hunt. No shortcuts, no maps, no early raids on World Items. We'll play this for fun. I can't waste my twelve years doing nothing."

It was right after his raid on the Surtr.

He had wanted to enjoy the thrill of discovery, avoiding attention from other players and, more importantly, the game's administrators. It was a calculated choice, though it came with risks. When S was finally ready to move on the items, the window of opportunity had closed—another guild had already claimed the locket.

At first, World considered relaying the locket's location to him, planning for the perfect time when they could raid the guild and claim it as their own. But things didn't go as she had expected.

As the game progressed, Bruce's focus shifted. His obsession with gathering power began to wane, replaced by a creeping sense of caution. He had tampered with too many mechanics, altered too many things within Yggdrasil.

The game's story had become too different under his influence—its delicate balance skewed by his tinkering. Fear began to take root, and with it came hesitation. For he was fearing the outcome, he remembered the graph and plot points, pointed out by ROB.

"We'll have time in the New World to collect them all," he had said, brushing aside her concerns about the World Items. "The Dragon Emperor's summoning magic focuses on World Items, not players. Even if the players aren't pulled in, the items will find their way there."

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Now, standing within the familiar walls of the Guild Base, World's gaze remained locked on the artifact in her hand.

"The Cosmic Eye of Cxaxukluth..." she whispered, the words heavy on her tongue.

Her thoughts drifted back to the Dragon Gods and the strange, arcane magic they wielded—Dragon Soul Magic. It was unlike anything in the game's known systems or the Light Novel: curses laced with starfire, word magic that bent reality itself, and spells that manipulated both space and time.

Quite different from the Wild Magic used by the Dragon Lords.

'Still, from his memories. Only the Dragon Gods are beings capable of using Dragon Soul Magic. While the True Dragon Lords use Dragon Magic or World Magic, which is quite similar to Wild Magic used in the Light Novel.'

"He cursed Axerton, using the curse aspect of the magic that even revival was impossible..." she murmured, piecing together fragments of what she had learned from the fallen Dragon God's memories. The intricacy of the curse impressed her. It was magic born from the soul of the Dragons, woven with energy of their souls.

And yet, it hadn't been enough.

"His magic didn't affect me the way it did Axerton," she noted, a flicker of satisfaction crossing her face. "Perhaps it was the power gap between us... Or the lore of the World Devourer. Or perhaps the World Item in me."

The Dragon God had been formidable—his magic ancient and powerful, his will indomitable. But in the end, he had fallen like all the others. Power, no matter how great, was fleeting in the face of overwhelming force. And World possessed force beyond measure.

With a soft sigh, she slid the locket into her inventory.

"The Blazing Sun Dragon God was just the beginning," she whispered to herself. "There are four more of his kind on the Dragon Hour continent... and beyond them, the Dragon Emperor waits."

Her mind wandered to the floating island—an ancient fragment of the second moon, now a citadel in the sky where the Dragon Emperor slumbered. His awakening would mark the beginning of something far greater—and far more dangerous—than any of them could imagine.

The weight of the future pressed on her, but so did the weight of the past.

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Three Months Before Blazing Sun Dragon God's Arrival,

New World, Overlord Verse.

It had been decades since the Root had first arrived in the New World. She had tread carefully, keen not to interfere with the flow of events nor spoil the experience Bruce wished to cherish so deeply.

The Guild had been locked away, sealed off from the outside world by her. Using the power of the World Item, Yggdrasil Leaf, she had cast an impenetrable barrier around the Guild—a sanctuary hidden from prying eyes and untouched by the chaos unfolding beyond.

Within the sealed halls, she assumed command over the Guardians, who, thanks to the lore she had so carefully spun for the Fool, followed her with unwavering loyalty and adoration. Managing the Guild was no easy task, but she bore it gracefully, finding satisfaction in the order she had cultivated over the years.

But everything changed the day she received unsettling news: a group of humans had wandered onto Guild grounds. Initially, they had been dismissed—mere mortals, unable to perceive or penetrate the Guild's enchanted defenses. After all, the World Item cloaking the Guild ensured that no ordinary being could even sense its presence, let alone enter.

And yet, impossibly, they had crossed the threshold.

Though not particularly powerful, the humans had been led by someone who wielded magic primitive by comparison, but noteworthy nonetheless. Intrigue stirred within her as she learned of the Gate Guardians' swift and brutal response. The trespassers had been massacred the moment they stepped too close.

This anomaly demanded her attention. It marked the first time since her arrival that she felt compelled to leave the safety of the Guild. Curiosity gnawed at her 'How had they crossed the barriers?' And 'who' were they, to possess such strange fortune?

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World stepped through the grand entrance of the Guild for the first time in years, a quiet storm of presence that radiated purpose. Behind her followed her guards—The Children of Yggdrasil, each one a masterpiece in their own right.

Leading the retinue, Artoria walked close beside her, as steady as a knight bound by honor. Her sharp gaze never wavered, every step calculated to protect and serve. Not far behind, Scáthach moved with a regal grace, her crimson eyes glowing with an ancient knowing. As if She had lived through countless lifetimes, and even now she carried herself as a warrior queen, ready to confront whatever awaited.

By contrast, Arcueid wandered with restless energy, her golden eyes flitting from one marvel to the next. She was as curious as she was powerful, cataloging everything in sight as if each detail held meaning. Trailing closely behind, Alice kept pace, her delicate form never leaving Arcueid's side, her soft steps a silent vow not to let her companion fall behind.

Further back, Enkidu and Jeanne d'Arc conversed in hushed tones, their words weaving together like old friends sharing secrets only they could understand. Their presence exuded tranquility, though each carried a quiet strength that made them indispensable in battle.

Morgan Le Fay and Raiden, on the other hand, strode with pride and superiority, their every step a declaration of their own magnificence. There was confidence—bordering on arrogance—in the way they carried themselves, a reminder that they were forces of nature unto themselves.

At the very back, Arodes trailed behind, his posture relaxed, exuding an air of nonchalance. He wore a lazy grin that suggested amusement at the world and all its absurdities. Arodes was the trickster of the group, ever eager to stir mischief and troll those around him. Yet World knew better than to be fooled by his antics. She had created him, after all. Beneath his playful exterior was a razor-sharp mind—the one who governed the flow of information throughout the Guild, rivaled only by the elusive Laplace Demon.

World let out a sigh as memories of these Guardians' antics flooded her mind. Decades spent managing their chaos, balancing their quirks, and keeping their overwhelming personalities in check. She felt a strange fondness even in her exasperation.

With a final glance over her eclectic entourage, she moved forward toward the outer gate to meet the Cosmic Armored Knight Commander. The situation needed answers, and she intended to find them.

Though she appeared calm, her mind raced. 'A breach... Impossible, yet it happened.' And if humans—mere mortals—could find a way through the enchanted walls of her Guild, what other threats lay in wait just beyond the horizon?

The wind stirred as World crossed the threshold, her Guardians close behind, ready for whatever lay ahead. Her expression was serene, but within her heart, a quiet resolve took root. 'This world has changed, and the Guild must change with it.'

And so, for the first time in decades, she stepped beyond the safety of the Guild—not as a mere observer, but as a Servant of the Fool.

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**The End**

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