I, the Supreme Overlord, Start by Enslaving the Zerg Queen
Chapter 44 - 44: The Name of the Tyrant

Bloodthirsty Zerg?

A glimmer of understanding flashed through Louis's vacant eyes before his entire body instantaneously turned into blood, completely consumed by the Bloodthirsty Zerg.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Despite its fourth-tier strength, the Bloodthirsty Zerg remained no larger than a fingertip. However, its aura had grown overwhelmingly formidable, now possessing the combat capability of a low fourth-tier being.

"Master, how do you intend to absorb this Bloodthirsty Zerg to ascend to the fourth tier?" Medusa approached slowly, her tone tinged with curiosity.

From the onset of this comprehensive war, they had meticulously designed the coalition's demise, including who would serve as the host for the Bloodthirsty Zerg.

Now, it was time to reap the rewards.

Charles shook his head slightly and inquired, "How well have you and Catherine absorbed it? Is it sufficient to elevate the Bloodthirsty Zerg within you to the third tier?"

Catherine and Medusa both nodded simultaneously. Satisfied, Charles used his energy to suspend the Bloodthirsty Zerg in mid-air.

Then, it split apart.

Yes, unlike before, Charles did not integrate the Bloodthirsty Zerg into his body to establish a symbiotic relationship. Instead, he directly commanded the Bloodthirsty Zerg to end its own life using his Overlord consciousness.

This decision was largely influenced by the murderous intent he had sensed from the little creature earlier.

Although the Bloodthirsty Zerg remained under his control post-evolution, it had begun to entertain some inappropriate thoughts.

This realization helped Charles understand why reaching the fourth tier was so rare. Even a Zerg wholly imbued with the will to kill could partially break free from an Overlord's control after reaching the fourth tier.

Or perhaps, they had developed a soul of their own.

However, Charles had no need for a Bloodthirsty Zerg with its own soul.

Or rather, he did not need a traitor ready to betray him at any moment.

The Bloodthirsty Zerg's blood was copious, so much so that it drenched Charles from head to toe.

The viscous liquid carried a myriad of scents, causing a twitch of annoyance to appear at the corner of Charles's eye.

In his left hand, a black spear materialized slowly—this was the Overlord Spear.

Beyond its use as a weapon, this spear possessed another critical function: devouring.

Since acquiring the Alien species, he had tasked Catherine with integrating the genetic traits of this species into his Overlord Spear.

After all, he was a meticulous combat and leadership unit, not a researcher of genetics.

The black tip of the spear pressed into the Bloodthirsty Zerg's body, and immediately, a torrent of blood began to surge into the spear's shaft, even the blood that had been wasted started to flow back.

After about half an hour, the three women watched Charles in the center with tense expressions.

He stood silently, but his aura grew stronger with each passing moment.

Boom!

A surge of blood energy erupted skyward, and Charles's power level ascended to the lower fourth tier.

The next moment, the announcements from the Continent of the Overlord followed in quick succession.

[Ding! Congratulations to Overlord No. 1 for successfully breaking through to the fourth tier. Reward one Golden Heart of the Overlord.]

[Ding! Due to the egregious actions committed by Overlord No. 1 in the Serene Forest, a warning is hereby issued, and the above reward is rescinded.]

[Ding! For having slain over five hundred Overlords, Overlord No. 1 is awarded the title of "Tyrant" and will confiscate all assets of the fallen Overlords!]

The three system notifications pulled many viewers back from the live stream, from that scene which could only be described as hell on earth.

[No. 4613: Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap! The No. 1 big shot wiped out over three thousand second-tier units all by himself. This is beyond insane!]

[No. 746: This is just too cruel! A demon like No. 1 who disregards life should be burned at the stake!]

[Eve: No. 746, I remember you're not far from where I am. Don't sleep too soundly tonight!]

[No. 466: From today onwards, No. 1's position is unshakable. He is the true King of the Forest!]

[No. 433: I'm so glad I didn't join those lunatics. Who knows what kind of reckoning I would have faced. Thank goodness for my wit!]

...

In summary, Charles retracted the parchment and turned his gaze to the desolate battlefield before him.

Raindrops began to patter down.

It started to rain.

He slowly extended his hand, allowing the rain to soak his arm. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was rainwater or blood.

In his previous life, Charles had always been an inconspicuous figure among the reincarnated Overlords, rarely engaging in conflicts, let alone provoking coalitions.

Such a scenario was unimaginable in the past, and the aftermath of these events weighed heavily on his mind.

"It's raining." he murmured softly.

Yes, no matter what, this rain was sufficient to wash away the stench of blood.

All grievances would end here... or perhaps, some still lingered with purpose.

"Humph, tainted blood, die for me!" Medusa snorted coldly, capturing the souls of the defeated who had yet to dissipate with her powers.

Her ruthless and crazed demeanor made Little Green cautiously step back, only to bump into Catherine after a few steps.

"Catherine, Medusa is so scary." Little Green whimpered, her tone timid.

However, the usually doting Catherine responded with a frosty expression. She scolded coldly, "Watch closely!"

"These people are not innocent. They knew our master possessed great treasures, which is why they gathered to kill him. Now, it's merely a case of the victor taking all."

"Little Green, can you even imagine a world without me, without Medusa, without our master?"

Without you all?

A momentary freeze swept across Little Green's innocent face, as if she were suspended in that very instant.

If there were no Catherine, no Medusa, no... Overlord, what would I do?

Quickly, resolve formed within Little Green's heart.

It was to kill—eliminate all who posed a threat to Overlord, to her sisters!

Little Green could not afford to lose them, unless she perished before they did.

Her mind now clear, Little Green quietly declared, "I understand, Catherine."

Upon hearing this, Catherine silently embraced Little Green, both watching as Medusa repeatedly tormented the souls of the defeated until they dissipated into the purest essence.

As everything came to an end, Medusa knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, the terror in her eyes refusing to subside completely.

Her slender body trembled occasionally, as if she had been scared beyond measure.

Charles waited a long time, only moving forward to embrace Medusa from behind once she had finished venting, "Silly slave, you didn't really think that big sword could kill me, did you?"

"If you truly believed that, I would laugh at you~"

He gently patted the sobbing, foolish slave, a slight smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Master, I was so terrified just now. When that sword reached your chest, I... I felt like I was about to die!" Medusa's face, usually as cold as snow, was now completely crumbled, her eyes filled with hot tears and her clothes soaked.

Then, as if on cue, Catherine and Little Green also embraced their master from different angles, crying their hearts out.

They were, after all, utterly loyal, valuing Charles's life above their own.

When Louis's sword had genuinely pierced Charles's chest with a resounding impact, the three women had been frozen in shock.

Indeed, in moments of extreme fear, people are rendered motionless.

The four of them remained like this for a very long time, and it was only in this moment that Charles truly felt a sense of belonging.

In his previous life, he had struggled for survival, fighting others to the death for even the slightest chance at a treasure chest. His family shattered, in-laws eradicated—yet none of that had impacted him as deeply as the present moment.

The Zerg Overlord was not only a hidden class but also a heavy responsibility.

A weapon to protect his people, his family, and to ensure their strength.

After a long pause, Charles softly spoke, "Alright, alright~ my three little fools, after the rain comes the sunshine. It's time to reap the fruits of our victory."

"As for what you mentioned, I've taken it to heart. From now on, I'll stick to ranged combat, okay?"

"But it'll be up to you to protect me, won't it?"

The spoils of victory naturally included all the resources from those hundreds of Overlords, among which was the most precious item on the Continent of Overlord—the Heart of the Overlord.

This item, aside from being found in the novice village, was a rare treasure in the outside world.

It's fair to say that with just those Hearts of the Overlord, Charles was confident he could provide enough resources to elevate his three foolish slave girls to the fourth tier.

He stood up, silently gazing at the sky.

It seemed he was waiting for the rain to stop.

Half an hour later, the rain ceased.

But since it had already rained once, summer couldn't be far off.

He had already made his start on the Continent of Overlord, and from now on, the game was truly beginning.

If the earlier struggle was between humans and dark creatures, now it was humans against humans, humans against other races, and humans against dark creatures.

The law of the dark forest was like this: once one lead sheep dared to break the rules flagrantly, a seed would be planted in the hearts of the following flock.

That seed had a beautiful name—ambition.

Charles had experienced it in his previous life, a time of chaos infinitely darker than this, witnessing the horrors of a cannibalistic era.

Back then, he was a complete loser.

But this time, it was different.

This time, he wouldn't lose.