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Overlord of the Eternal Throne

Ezren Veyrion, the unrivaled Overlord of Eternal Kingdom, ruled with absolute power—until his sudden death in the real world. But when he awakens, he finds himself reincarnated inside the very game he once dominated, now a living, breathing reality.

Stripped of his empire and surrounded by enemies, Ezren sets out to reclaim his throne, gathering legendary warriors, ruthless commanders, and bewitching heroines under his banner. From shattered kingdoms to the depths of forbidden dungeons, he will stop at nothing to forge an empire that no god or mortal can defy.

But lurking in the shadows are forces that seek his downfall—ancient beings, jealous kings, and a past that refuses to be forgotten.

With his unrivaled strategies, overwhelming might, and a legion of loyal followers, Ezren will rise once more.

He was the Overlord of the game.

Now, he will become the Overlord of this world.

War is coming. The Eternal Throne shall be his once again.

Rebirth of the Overlord: Conquering the Eternal Kingdom

An endless void stretched in all directions, swallowing every sensation. No sound, no weight, no breath—just emptiness.

Then, pain. A sharp, electric jolt surged through his body.

The last thing he remembered was grinding through a 72-hour dungeon raid in Eternal Kingdom, the most immersive VRMMORPG ever created. He had finally defeated the Abyssal Tyrant, claiming his place as the Overlord—the highest-ranked player in the game. Then… darkness. Had he collapsed? Died of exhaustion?

His hands—clad in obsidian gauntlets—moved at his command. His armor, the Emperor's Dreadplate, gleamed in the flickering torchlight. A vast stone throne room stretched before him, its towering pillars carved with demonic runes.

He knew this place. The Citadel of Dusk, the seat of power for his in-game character.

But this wasn't just a game anymore.

The cold metal of his gauntlets, the weight of his armor, the faint scent of burning incense in the air—everything felt real.

A woman knelt before him, her silver hair cascading down like moonlight. She wore a battle-worn priestess robe, torn and dirt-stained, yet the divine aura around her remained unmistakable.

His most loyal NPC follower, the Battle Priestess of the Eclipse, a high-level cleric he had recruited long ago. In the game, she had always been a stoic, unwavering AI, bound by pre-written dialogues.

But now—her violet eyes quivered with emotion.

"You've returned… I thought I would never see you again."

Ezren felt a chill crawl down his spine. She remembers?

If this was just Eternal Kingdom running as normal, Selene should have only responded to preset triggers. But her voice, her expression—this was different.

This wasn't an NPC. This was a real person.

I'm not in the game. This world is real now.

Ezren took a slow breath, adjusting to the sheer impossibility of the situation. If he was truly here, then what about the rest of the game? The other characters? The dungeons? The wars?

The heavy doors to the throne room burst open.

A dozen knights in black armor rushed in, weapons drawn.

"The Overlord lives!" one shouted, eyes wide in shock. "This is impossible—he perished in the final war!"

Another stepped forward—a man with a scar running down his cheek, wearing the insignia of the Dusk Legion Commander.

"Who dares to impersonate our fallen lord?" His blade glowed with red enchantments. "Give us one reason not to strike you down where you stand."

He had no idea how or why he was here.

But if these fools wanted to challenge him…

They would soon remember why he was called the Overlord.

Chapter 1: The Overlord’s Rebirth