Gagarmaru

In a realm beyond gods and mortals, where stars have fallen and the Akashic Record lies shattered, one being dares to defy the impossible.

Once revered as the Overlord, he now stands alone in the void, surrounded by the corpses of Celestial bodies itself. 

With nothing left but the memory of those he loved and lost, he makes a final decision. To sacrifice his very existence and cast his soul into the past, using the ancient and forbidden Wheel of Time.

But this rebirth comes at a cost.

His powers, his memories, even his name; everything will be stripped away.

And yet, he accepts this fate, for a chance to see them again.

To save them.

To live, not as a ruler or a god, but as someone who still remembers what it means to feel.

In a new world where magic thrives, powers awaken, and history has yet to collapse, a boy with no past begins his journey. 

Guided only by an unshakable will and the remnants of forgotten emotions, he walks a path full of conspiracies, ancient wars, and divine enemies determined to repeat the Collapse.

But the Overlord is no ordinary soul.

Even reborn, his presence alone warps destiny.

Can one soul change everything, even when the universe says it’s already too late?

Witness the tale of rebellion against fate, of eternal bonds that defy time, and of a man who chose to die… so the Universe could live again.

Re-Overlord: I Can Acquire Anything!

"Fufufu... Someone's having a great time."

Evernight's teasing voice echoed inside his mind, laced with a subtle hint of jealousy.

"Shut up," he replied calmly, unfazed by her jealousy.

Then he turned back to Shirley and gently shook her by the shoulders.

Her eyes snapped open instantly, locking with his face—far too close.

A deep blush bloomed across her cheeks as she instinctively stepped back.

"I–I'm sorry! I don't know what just happened to me..." she stammered, clearly flustered and avoiding his gaze.

"Don't worry about it Shirley. I didn't take any offense."

He chuckled softly, his lips curling into a faint smile as he watched her struggle to compose herself.

She really was beautiful. Gorgeous, even.

But the way he looked at her wasn't the same as the way he viewed Evernight.

Spar With Shirley