The Overlord Of Death

Chapter 2

A/n: This is more of a New Year Special. I want like to thank everyone who has read my story so far! Likewise, I wish you and your family another great year. Happy New Year!

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3 days from operation
Killing Time

In Hell, morning and night did not exist. Unlike other worlds, Hell defied the sun. The sun's existence was an enemy itself. A comparison would be like the colors of black and white.

An unreasonable excuse was that the undeads of Hell were petrified of the Sun. No, it was paradoxical. The two spheres loathed each other, but it was the weaker one who had to be controlled by the more powerful.

Therefore, sky of this world was an illusion; It could not be described as the sky because the two did not resemble one another. It was a never-ending ceiling that reached to nowhere. Even if a devil were to fly to the highest elevation, they would never be able to reach anything.

Hell had a red ceiling with black decorations. These natural adornments were comparable to the clouds that a sky had if the sovereign deemed suitable.

As a result of this, the entities in Hell could not tell time. The ability lied within a person, rather an object.

Daebzhir rolled around in his king sized bed. His chamber was so spacious that a large number of men could come and enjoy Hell's finest tea, the Opera. The ingredients weren't hard to gather, but the process of producing such a fine drink was nearly impossible.

Compared to the size of Daebzhir's room, his Guardians were only a fourth of it. However, even that one fourth was larger than a common ground.

If a person from the human world looked from afar, he could spectate a child playing around on his bed. The principle was true.

Daebzhir was an undead who neither sought sleep nor the consummation of food. He did not lack anything either. Therefore, the time he spent in solitude was endless.

Except, today, he felt extremely bored. Whenever he rolled left, Daebzhir pondered whether there was anything he could waste time on.

He rolled right to consider the possibility. And when he was on his back, the decision of Yes/No was to be made.

Daebzhir grabbed on a plush toy he was given from the previous sovereign and squeezed it tightly whenever the answer was a no.

About the size of a head, it was shaped like a bunny, but it had a missing ear on its left side. The toy was a color between black and white, grey. It shared the same demonic red eyes as Daebzhir with Hell's trademark on its right arm.

Daebzhir grew fond of this toy and couldn't bear to throw it out. However, he couldn't let his reputation falter either.

"Well whatever."

After all, he was the Overlord. If Daebzhir said something that was black-white- then it would be white. If he demanded your family as sacrifice, then such things had to be done without regret or remorse. His words were the law and the law was his to change or make.

There was a soft glow on Daebzhir's dragon lamp. The lamp was made from glow stones mined from another world that Daebzhir conquered. He didn't steal it, he just took it.

Whenever the lamp glowed white, it meant that one of his guardians were requesting his presence. When it glowed black, it was Noibor, his Overseer, that needed his assistance.

The lamp glowed a vibrant color of white this time. A telepathic voice message could be heard.

Lord Daebzhir, it is Zero. Please stop by my quarter when you are available.