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Rozalin, once the proud daughter of the infamous Overlord Zenon, had left behind her old world to build a new life in Indonesia after being transported to earth by mysterious entity. No longer the secluded princess of a demonic empire, she had found love and purpose alongside her husband, Chaerul Ahmad, a former navy general from Indonesia known for his unwavering discipline and valor. Their union, an unlikely blend of humanity and demonkind, was blessed with two children—a son, Satria, who inherited his father's resilience and antique, and a daughter who embodied Rozalin's immense magical power and strict nature.

Before meeting Chaerul, Rozalin had been raised in isolation, shielded from the outside world by her tyrannical father. She had once viewed all beings—humans and demons alike—as beneath her, mere servants to obey her will. But her time on Earth, and the love she found, had changed her. No longer the spoiled Overlord's daughter, she had become a wife, a mother, and a woman who cherished her family above all else.

Their home was one of both love and discipline. Chaerul, ever the soldier, instilled in Satria the values of honor, loyalty, and courage. Though born a normal human, Satria trained under his father, his heart set on proving his worth. Meanwhile, Rozalin took her daughter under her wing, guiding her through the intricacies of magic, ensuring that her vast power never spiraled out of control.

For years, their family thrived, bound by unshakable love and mutual respect. Rozalin, once a being of war and conquest, found herself at peace. She had never imagined a life beyond her father's rule, but now she had something far more precious—a family to protect.

But fate is cruel.

One fateful afternoon, everything changed.

Satria, on his way home from university, was struck by a speeding truck. The impact was devastating. By the time help arrived, it was already too late. Despite the best efforts of local doctors and healers, his injuries were beyond mortal aid. And healing magic—Rozalin's greatest weakness—offered no salvation.

News of her son's death shattered Rozalin's world. The once-mighty Overlord's daughter, who had stood unscathed on countless battlefields, found herself brought to her knees—not by an enemy, but by loss.

"No… No! That can't be true…" she whispered, her voice trembling. "He's strong. He's our son. He… he can't be gone."

Chaerul, his own grief barely contained, reached for her hand, his eyes clouded with unshed tears. "I tried, Rozalin," he said, his voice raw with pain. "I tried everything. But… damn it, something like this should be impossible. That brat—he's tougher than most men I've fought beside. A stupid truck shouldn't have been enough to take him."

Rozalin clutched her chest, her fingers digging into the fabric of her dress as if to hold herself together. Her mind raced, searching for an answer, for something—anything—that could explain this cruel twist of fate.

But there was no reason. No battle to fight. No enemy to strike down. Only the unbearable silence of a home now missing a vital piece of its heart.

And Rozalin, the Overlord's daughter who once commanded fear and obedience, found herself utterly powerless.

•

In a grand, dimly lit chamber filled with ancient tomes and mystical artifacts, Rena paced restlessly. The scent of old parchment and burning incense hung in the air, but she barely noticed. Her mind was consumed by a single thought—the supposed death of her beloved older brother, Satria.

She clenched her fists, frustration evident in her voice. "How could this happen? My cute, foolish older brother—defeated and killed by a mere truck? It doesn't make sense. There must be more to this."

The chamber doors creaked open, and a regal presence filled the room. A woman draped in flowing emerald robes, her aura commanding yet serene, stepped inside. It was none other than Rena's great-grandmother—the legendary Nyi Roro Kidul, Queen of the Southern Sea.

"You should rest, child," Nyi Roro Kidul spoke, her voice like the rolling tides—gentle yet firm. "Overworking yourself will not bring answers any faster."

"No, Grandma," Rena snapped, shaking her head. "I need to know more. Who did this? And how can I find them?"

The Sea Queen sighed, yet there was a knowing glint in her eyes. "Calm yourself. My husband is already investigating this. What he discovered is... unusual."

Rena's eyes narrowed. "Unusual?"

"He sensed something strange—Satria's soul has not passed into the afterlife. It has been transported to another world."

A moment of silence. Then, Rena's expression twisted into one of shock and realization. "Another world? Like in those Japanese isekai anime?"

The queen chuckled softly at her granddaughter's modern reference. "In a way, yes. However, this is highly irregular. Our land is protected by the divine from the interference of outer gods."

"Then how did this happen?" Rena asked, her mind racing.

Nyi Roro Kidul's expression darkened slightly. "That is precisely what makes this a rare case. One of the reasons why outsiders are often taken or kidnapped to another worlds is because they lack belief in the gods. But Satria… he is different. This should not have been possible."

Rena exhaled sharply. "So someone, or something, forced this to happen…" She clenched her fists, determination burning in her golden eyes. "Thank you, Grandma. With this knowledge, I'll track down whoever is responsible and bring my brother back. There's no way I'm leaving that harmless puppy alone in some unknown world."

Nyi Roro Kidul smiled knowingly. "Remember, Rena—strength alone will not suffice. You must wield wisdom and patience as well. The sea's currents will guide you, as will the resolve of your heart."

Rena bowed deeply, her resolve unwavering. "I won't fail. I'll honor your wisdom and find the truth."

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