Re-Overlord: I Can Acquire Anything!
Chapter 187: Invitation To An Alliance

Chapter 187: Invitation To An Alliance

After a refreshing bath and a warm breakfast lovingly prepared by his mother, Igaris set out for the Imperial Court.

He wore no crown, no ornate medals, no flamboyant cloak that screamed of royalty. Only a dark, billowing cape draped across his shoulders, and a black-gold stitched attire beneath—tailored to perfection, yet simple in design. A quiet elegance.

His short midnight-black hair caught the wind from the open palace windows, fluttering slightly with every step. It gave him a calm, almost serene presence—but to those watching, it was anything but ordinary.

He didn’t release a shred of aura. No oppressive force. No violent willpower.

And yet, as he passed the palace gates and strode down the white stone corridor, even the most battle-hardened guards felt their legs grow unsteady. Their hands clenched their weapons not out of readiness, but reflex. Their eyes dropped to the ground, afraid to look him directly in the eye.

It wasn’t fear of his strength. It was reverence.

The kind born not from titles, but from what he had done.

He had conquered the skies. Broken the Skadi forces. Defended the Earth without asking permission from anyone.

He had become the axis around which the new world now turned.

And so, when Igaris entered the grand hall of the Imperial Court, filled with powerful commanders and generals, the room fell into a respectful silence.

Every man and woman stood straighter. Every conversation died mid-sentence.

Their Emperor had arrived.

But he did not march in like a tyrant. He walked calmly, his gaze measured, footsteps quiet against the polished obsidian floor. His presence alone filled the chamber more than any roar of fanfare ever could.

As he took his seat upon the obsidian throne, a few steps above the council floor, he looked over the three who stood just below the dais.

His final choices for the highest military command of the Empire.

First, Jian Longchen.

A shrewd old monster and a tactician known for his foresight and calm judgment. His mind was a battlefield in itself, and with him at the helm, no campaign would be waged blindly.

Second, Shadow Reaper. (Shadow In Short.)

The Mechanical Monster, known for his ruthless efficiency and decision making. Not to forget his comand over hundreds of thousands Mechs.

And third, Malthius.

The one who had stood beside Igaris through fire and storm. An undead whose sword could slice mountains, whose fists shattered enemy formations. Today, the title of Commander was shed. Malthius now stood as a General—one of the Empire’s three pillars.

As Igaris nodded in approval, the council members bowed in unison.

No one had any complaints about the new generals, as they had witnessed their strength firsthand on the battlefield. There was simply no one else worthy of those positions.

Iskarth Vance declined the role of general, choosing instead to serve as an Imperial Adviser. His only wish was to support his son whenever needed. Now that Earth was free, he had no other ambitions beyond that.

As for Shirley and Evernight, everyone knew they were the two Empresses of their Overlord.

Igaris leaned forward slightly in his throne. His blue eyes swept across the room like twin suns peering through a storm, scanning each face — commanders, tacticians, generals, division leaders, and envoys from every region now under his banner.

Silence reigned.

But it was soon broken by his low but absolute voice:

"There will be no rebuilding if our roots still rot beneath us."

The words sank into the marble walls like iron spikes.

"The Skadi Empire," he continued, "is not merely a rival Empire. It is the architect of genocide, torment, and a thousand years of chains wrapped around this world and many others."

Some of the younger officers clenched their fists. Others looked away, memories too raw to revisit. Igaris gave them no reprieve.

"They burned our countries. They enslaved our people. They took our hard earned resources from World Dungeons. And when we tried to rebel, they sowed seeds of treachery among us. They left was broken."

His voice sharpened, now echoing like thunder cracking over mountaintops.

"Still, we stood."

Malthius nodded, fists resting on the pommel of his great Sword. Jian Longchen’s eyes flickered with restrained conviction. Even the stoic face of Shadow Reaper broke into a rare expression of resolve as if he wasn’t just a machine anymore.

"And now we rise."

Igaris rose from the throne. The air in the chamber trembled slightly. Not from power—but from meaning.

"I hereby declare the first grand directive of this Overlord’s Empire."

He raised his hand slowly and pointed toward the Horizon as if piercing through layers of dimensions.

"The total and irreversible eradication of the Skadi Empire."

Gasps followed. Then, the room turned cold with clarity.

"We will destroy every outpost. Shatter every warship. Burn every cities where screams of humans still echo. Their Saints will fall. Their Apex dogs will crawl. And their so-called Emperor will beg for the mercy he never gave."

A heavy pause followed.

"Every world they have taken... we will conquer them. Every world will come to know a single law: the rule of the Overlord’s Empire."

"They will be granted freedom, but that freedom must be earned. Send out our envoys. Tell them we offer a chance to break free from their shackles. If they refuse, if they choose to stand against us, then once we emerge victorious, we will show no mercy."

"Punishment and Rewards will be served in both hands."

With that, he sat down — regal, authoritative, and resolute.

Below, his Commanders and Generals roared in unison:

"Glory to the Overlord! Let the stars kneel and the worlds obey!"

"One Will! One Rule! One Overlord!"

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The command was relayed without delay.

Twenty imperial convoys set out in all directions, soaring across vast mountains, raging rivers, and boundless oceans. Each carried the same message sealed in obsidian black envelopes, bearing the Overlord’s symbols— an obsidian throne chained by stars.

They did not carry threats. They carried hope.

A call to raise arms.

A chance to rise.

A rare moment to stand against the Skadi Empire while its grip wavered.

The letter read like a beacon:

"Join us. Stand with the Overlord’s Empire. Together, we will shatter the chains that have bound your worlds. This is the turning point. Unity or extinction — choose."

But how those distant, broken worlds would respond... no one could say.

Would they kneel once more?

Or rise as warriors of a new age?

Only time would reveal the answer.