CHAPTER 208: OVERSEER

I read every line slowly, carefully, letting each word settle into my mind like a stone sinking into deep water. And when I reached the end, a strange heaviness filled my chest—an ache somewhere between awe and disbelief.

Overseer. God of the world. Power beyond comprehension.

It all sounded absurd—too grand, too far beyond what I was—but at the same time, something in me stirred at the thought.

Becoming the Overseer of this world...

The words echoed in my head like a foreign language I was only just beginning to understand.

I thought back to that colossal face in the sky—the being whose presence had nearly crushed me just by looking my way. The weight of its gaze, the suffocating authority it carried. Even now, just remembering it made my pulse quicken.

And I wondered...

If what this system said was true, did that mean I could one day become like that? Could I wield that kind of overwhelming power—the kind that bends the world’s rules instead of obeying them?

The thought sent a chill crawling down my spine.

But another, stranger question followed close behind.

If a Chosen could become the Goblin King, and that position granted them the right to ascend as Overseer... then what did that make the current Overseer?

Was he once like me?

A goblin who clawed his way up from nothing, fought through these same trials, killed, bled, survived—and finally rose to claim this world as his own?

If that was the case, what happened when a new one took the throne?

Would there be a passing of the torch? A peaceful transfer of power between gods?

Or would the new king have to face him—to challenge that divine being whose voice had shaken the sky itself?

The idea was insane, but so was everything else that had happened today.

So I just stood there, staring at the glowing panel, my thoughts spiraling into questions that had no answers.

Another line in the description caught my attention was the part about traveling to other realms to gather resources.

I reread it twice, my mind stalling on a single, dangerous thought.

If Overseers could move between worlds... did that mean I could go back?

Home?

The word felt foreign now.

Could I actually return to Earth someday? See the world I came from, the people I’d left behind?

There was a possibility.

But the moment the thought took shape, something twisted in my chest. My pulse picked up, uneven, and a dull ache spread through my ribs. I could almost see their faces in my mind—my family, their expressions frozen in the blur of memory. Familiar. Distant. Untouchable.

My breath caught.

Did I even want to see them again?

After everything that had happened... after what I’d become?

I clenched my fists, forcing the tremor in my hands to stop.

"What am I doing?" I muttered under my breath.

It was pointless to think like that now.

I hadn’t earned the right to ask those questions, not yet.

Deciding whether I wanted to see my family again was a problem for another time. A problem for a version of me strong enough to actually reach that point.

And to get there, I’d have to win the King’s Game.

I exhaled slowly, the weight of that realization sinking in.

But even as I thought it, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to take part.

Sure, the benefits were massive—godlike power, dominion over an entire world, freedom from fear and weakness. On paper, the King’s Game was a chance to break free from being just another pawn in this world’s twisted hierarchy of deities and monsters.

But the more I thought about it, the less it felt like freedom.

Even as an Overseer, I’d still be serving someone.

That title—Lord Drugar—echoed in my head like a curse. The Supreme Being.

The one the Overseer himself had mentioned with such reverence.

If I somehow managed to win this so-called "game," I wouldn’t become a free god. I’d just move up the food chain—from pawn to knight, maybe a rook, but never the player.

And that meant taking orders.

Directly.

From someone powerful enough to create Overseers.

What if he demanded something I couldn’t stomach? What if his commands didn’t align with my own will? Would I even have a will left to resist? Would I still be me, or just another extension of his divine hand?

The thought sat heavily in my gut.

Maybe it was better to stay invisible—to slip through the cracks like I’d been doing since I woke up here. Keep my head low, build my strength quietly, and avoid drawing the eyes of gods and monsters alike.

After all, from what I’d seen so far, there was no punishment for refusing to participate. The system didn’t threaten, didn’t warn, didn’t compel. The choice was mine.

I could live simply, I told myself.

Stay with my clan, and carve out something resembling peace with my goblins.

But even as I thought it, I knew it wasn’t something that was going to happen.

Peace wasn’t in the cards for someone like me.

That wasn’t what I’d promised myself.

I wanted to rise—to break through whatever limits this world or fate decided to put in front of me. To become something greater than what I am now.

And like it or not, this King’s Game seemed like the only path forward.

Still, the idea of serving Lord Drugar lingered in my mind like a splinter.

So what if his commands were unreasonable? What if they forced me to cross lines I couldn’t accept? To do things that went against everything I stood for?

Then I’d defy him. Or at least find a way to defy him if there’s a way.

Simple as that.

I’d play their game, sure—but I wasn’t going to be anyone’s pawn, not even a god’s.

And besides, ambition wasn’t a curse unique to me.

Just because I hesitated didn’t mean others would.

There were plenty of goblins out there, Chosens, who’d kill for a shot at godhood. Who’d fight tooth and nail for the chance to rule, no matter the cost.

My clan and I could easily become a target for one of them. That much was certain.

For a Chosen...