Overlord: The Multiverse

Chapter 32: Next Chapter

Ever since I clinched the title of World Champion and World Enemy, my life in YGGDRASIL has been a rollercoaster of chaos. You'd think being the best would earn you some peace and quiet, but oh no, it's quite the opposite!

It's like every player out there suddenly decided, "Hey, let's pick on Alexander!" And so, my once peaceful grinding sessions turned into a full-blown brawl fest. It's like clockwork – I'm minding my own business, slicing through mobs, when bam! A group of wannabe challengers shows up out of thin air, ready to throw down.

You'd think they'd at least say something before launching into attack mode, but nope, they just charge at me with all the subtlety of a charging rhino. But hey, I've got skills, and I'm not afraid to use them. So, cue the epic battle music and let the showdown begin!

Picture this: me, dodging spells and swinging my sword like a seasoned pro, while my opponents flail around like confused chickens. It's comedy gold, I tell you! And the best part? I always come out on top, with a grin on my face and a victory dance to boot.

But here's the kicker – it's not just one or two groups trying to take me down. Oh no, it's like they're all in on some secret pact to make my life a living hell. I've lost count of how many times I've had to fend off multiple attacks at once. It's like playing whack-a-mole, but with swords and magic instead of hammers.

And let's not forget the creativity of some players. I've had folks try everything from elaborate traps to sneaky ambushes, all in the hopes of catching me off guard. But sorry, folks, this World Champion doesn't go down that easily. I've got reflexes sharper than a ninja's kunai and instincts honed by years of gaming.

But you know what they say – fame comes with a price. And in my case, that price is a never-ending parade of wannabe challengers trying to make a name for themselves at my expense. 

Facing the wrath of relentless hunters wasn't just my headache; all the World Champions were in the same sinking boat. But being a heteromorphic race and World enemy, I had a bullseye painted on my back, making me an easier target for humanoid, Demi-human and heteromorphic players who didn't have to worry about the penalty. 

Now, my reputation for being merciless in my hunts didn't help matters. Rumor had it that I wouldn't let anyone leave until they were stripped down to their virtual skivvies. Needless to say, that scared the socks off most players who even dared to think about pursuing me. But then, along came the bounty.

A world-class item and 600 million gold for killing me, whereas other World Champions have around 300 million gold, but their bounties have a time limit of 10 months. My bounty has no time limit, as I am a World Enemy.

Talk about racial discrimination. 

And when the gaming community demanded an explanation, their response was classic: "Who doesn't like a little chaos in their adventure?"

Well, they weren't called 'bastards' for nothing.

And just like that, the floodgates opened, and all sorts of crazies crawled out of the woodwork, eager to take their shot at the World Champion. It was like a game of roulette, except instead of chips, they were betting their virtual lives.

But you know what they say – when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Or in my case, when the devs give you chaos, embrace it with open arms and a wicked grin.

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In Niflheim, the realm of ice where ice giants and Ice-kin reside, a silver-armored being can be seen standing alone in the icy forest, as if waiting for someone.

Suddenly, a voice called out from behind, grabbing the attention of the figure in silver armor.

"Nice weather," remarked a humanoid-looking being with piercing blood-red eyes, dark hair, and a sharp jawline.

"Yes, indeed. But I've heard that my friend is currently being hunted down because he's a world enemy. Have you experienced anything like that, Alexander?" Touch me asked. 

"Experienced? More like living," I replied with a chuckle, shaking my head ruefully. "Trust me, it's been a wild ride."

"It's been a while, how have you been since we last spoke?" Touch me continued, his tone earnest.

"Oh, you know, same old, same old," I replied nonchalantly, though the weight of my situation hung heavy in the air. "Just dodging assassination attempts and navigating the complexities of being a wanted man in YGGDRASIL. The usual."

"I can only imagine how challenging that must be. But you seem to be handling it well, all things considered." Touch me said. 

"Well, what can I say? I've always had a knack for attracting trouble," I remarked with a self-deprecating grin. "But enough about me. Is it true that you are making a clan for heteromorpic."

A few days earlier, Touch Me sent me a message about forming a clan for heteromorphic beings because I had told him to reach out if he had any plans for building a clan, and he did.

"Truth be told, I thought you will reject my offer." Touch me said. 

"Truth be told, I thought you would reject my offer," he admitted. 

"Why?" 

"Because you're a free bird, Alexander, and so far you haven't joined any Guild or Clan, even though people are lining up to invite you to their Guilds," Touch Me explained, his eyes reflecting admiration for my independence.

I shrugged nonchalantly. "I've always preferred flying solo. But your offer intrigued me. A clan for heteromorphic beings could provide a sense of camaraderie that's hard to find elsewhere."

And you guys are my tickets to other worlds, you will be the next chapter of my story.

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