Overlord: The Multiverse

Chapter 22: Familiar Face

After my intense battle with the Phoenix, I made my way to Alfheim, My destination: to obtain the moonstone.

While some of you might think, How can a level 90 vampire can defeat a level 100 Phoenix, shouldn't it be impossible in every gaming sense.

Fire always has the upper hand against darkness, so how can the embodiment of fire be easily defeated by a puny vampire, you might think.

In the realm of gaming, logic takes a backseat and the absurd becomes the norm. So, while it might seem like a level 90 vampire defeating a level 100 Phoenix defies all gaming sense, it's just another day in the virtual world's wild ride.

Sure, fire usually has the upper hand over darkness, but in this digital playground, the rules are more like guidelines, and victory often goes to the one with the wackiest strategy or the luckiest critical hits.

The most important thing is that the Phoenix was up against me, Alexander Seductus Von Mortis, the husband of death, the one who taught death 69 positions in 69 hourshours, the one who taught death how to masturbate.

"Stop it, Dear, you are embarrassing me." Death's voice echoed in my mind.

With a chuckle and a wink, I sauntered off towards Alfheim, ready to claim that elusive moonstone.

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Unlike Muspelheim, which felt like standing too close to a barbecue pit, Alfheim was a refreshing change of scenery. It's like comparing a sauna session to a stroll through a botanical garden—one leaves you feeling roasted, while the other leaves you feeling rejuvenated.

As I traipsed through Alfheim's picturesque landscapes, I couldn't help but think how completely opposite the world of Alfheim was from the real world.

It was like swapping out concrete jungles for lush forests, car honks for bird songs, and deadlines for daydreams.

If Alfheim was real, it would be like fairytale. The air would be so clean you could bottle it and sell it as "instant happiness,".

But no matter how advanced technology becomes, it can never truly replicate the beauty of nature in all its glory.

Even though most of my memories are forgotten, there's one moment from my previous life that still shines brightly in my mind's eye.

I was at the beach, the golden rays of the evening sun casting a warm glow over the sand and sea. The gentle lull of the waves and the salty breeze kissing my skin.

I stood there, feeling the soft grains of sand beneath my feet and listening to the soothing melody of the waves.

"It's seems like you are missing your old world, dear." Death said, waking me for my thoughts.

"Perhaps I am," I admitted, gazing out at the dense canopy of trees stretching as far as the eye could see. "Or maybe it's because I hate the real world, filled with sulfur and pollution."

Death chuckled, the sound echoing softly through the forest. "Fair point," it conceded. "You need to be here for a couple more years. After that, you can live your dream life. Or I could just destroy this world and bring you back to my realm, and you can choose another world that you find comfortable."

I raised an eyebrow at Death's offer, considering the implications carefully. The idea of leaving behind the chaos and pollution of the real world in exchange for a fresh start in a new realm was certainly tempting.

But...

"It would be like running from failure before the battle even begins," I mused aloud, my smirk widening into a grin. "And where's the fun in that?"

"And destroy the world? As much as I'd love to shake things up, I think I'll pass on the whole apocalypse scenario. I want to be happy but that doesn't mean I will destroy other's happiness." Of course, if others try to destroy anything of mine, I will destroy that motherfucker.

Death chuckled softly hearing my reply, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction from death. Maybe it was her pride, or maybe just relief that I hadn't chosen the path of destruction.

With that, I continued my journey through the forest.

But just then, my finely tuned vampire senses tingled, alerting me to the presence of five individuals not too far off. And among them, one was giving off serious Heteromorphic vibes.

"what do we have here?" I muttered to myself, envisioning the potential loot or trouble this encounter might bring. It's like stumbling upon a rare Pokémon in the tall grass—exciting.

Time to see if what they're doing, or maybe just lost tourists looking for the nearest coffee shop in the middle of a forest.

As I stealthily approached the group, I blended into the shadows like a ninja in a blockbuster movie. As I got closer, I couldn't help but overhear snippets of their conversation.

"This bastard is hard to kill. What type of heteromorphic is he?" one of them exclaimed, brandishing his sword menacingly. I peered through the darkness to see a figure adorned in gleaming platinum armor, complete with a helmet that screamed "chosen one" and a chest piece that looked like it could double as a disco ball.

And let's not forget the cape—crimson-red with gold accents, fluttering dramatically in the forest breeze. It was like someone had taken fashion advice from a medieval superhero.

Coincidentally, I knew exactly who he was. Talk about destiny showing up uninvited.

I couldn't help but stifle a laugh at the sight. "isn't he a real showstopper?" I muttered to myself, but apparently, that was enough for them to locate me, or more like I show them my location.

As they turned their attention towards me, I couldn't help but flash them a mischievous grin. "Surprise! Looks like the party just got a little more interesting," I quipped, stepping out of the shadows with all the flair of a stage performer.

One of armored humanoid raised an eyebrow at my sudden appearance, clearly not expecting company. "And who might you be?" he asked, his voice dripping with authority.

"I am Batman."

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