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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

The Citadel of Dusk stood against the blood-red horizon, its obsidian walls towering over the battlefield below.

Outside its gates, thousands of armored soldiers marched in disciplined ranks, their crimson banners fluttering in the evening wind. At their head sat a woman clad in silver and blue armor, her icy blue eyes locked onto the fortress with a cold, unreadable gaze.

Once, she had been Ezren's most trusted knight, the Ice Queen of the North, her loyalty unwavering.

Now, she led the Crimson Banner Legion, Ezren's former vassals—who had betrayed him after his supposed death.

High atop the Citadel's battlements, Ezren observed the scene with calm amusement.

"Five thousand troops," Darius muttered beside him. "Against our thousand. If they breach the walls, we won't hold."

Selene tightened her grip on her prayer staff. "Their general… she was once your sword, my lord."

Ezren smirked. "Then it's time to remind her who she serves."

He turned to the knights behind him. "Open the gates."

A heavy silence fell. Darius stiffened. "My lord…?"

With a reluctant nod, Darius signaled to the gatekeepers. The massive iron doors creaked open, revealing a lone figure stepping onto the battlefield.

Ezren, clad in his Emperor's Dreadplate, strode forward, his crimson sword trailing against the ground.

The moment he appeared, a wave of whispers spread through the enemy ranks.

"The Overlord…?"

"Impossible… He's supposed to be dead!"

Lily's hands tightened around her lance. Her voice, usually sharp as ice, wavered.

The Overlord's lips curled into a wicked grin.

"It's been a while, Lily."

She narrowed her eyes. "No tricks. No illusions. Is it really you?"

Ezren raised his hand, letting his aura surge forth. A wave of oppressive energy rolled across the battlefield, forcing lesser soldiers to their knees.

Lily's eyes widened. "This presence… No. It can't be."

Ezren took another step forward, his crimson eyes gleaming. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Lily's breath hitched. "You… should not be alive."

Ezren chuckled. "And yet, here I stand."

She gritted her teeth, steeling herself. "Then I have no choice."

She raised her lance, pointing it at him. "If you are truly Ezren Veyrion, the Overlord… prove it. Defeat me."

As the Crimson Banner Legion watched in stunned silence, the Overlord and the Ice Queen prepared to clash—one final battle to decide the fate of the Citadel.

End of Chapter 3.

Chapter 3: The Siege Begins