CHAPTER 181: TO A WORLD BEYOND MORTALITY

Afterward, the settlement of the Summoners began naturally. They were not imprisoned. They were not sentenced to death.

Instead, they were given land. A place to call their own. Under the emerging new Rule, both kinds of humans would still exist. They would flourish, side by side, in a world reshaped by the Overlord’s vision. And everyone could see it now — the Federation was crumbling.

Whispers turned into leaks. Records of betrayal by Councilmen began to surface. The truth spread quietly, but with devastating clarity. People lost faith in the United Federation.

The collapse did not come with fire or war. It came in silence, carried by disappointment and disillusionment.

Across the continents, the citizens were no longer asking what would happen next. They were already expecting it.

A new era was beginning. The Rule of Two Lands. The Overlord would stand at its center.

But then came a surprise.

Igaris and Evernight was seen conversing with Master Leon and Nina.

"Huh? You’re leaving? To where?" Master Leon asked, his voice filled with disbelief as he looked at Igaris and Evernight.

"To the world I came from," Igaris answered, his tone calm as always.

Leon’s brow furrowed. Beside him, Nina stiffened slightly. They both began to understand. All the pieces came together. Why he always felt different. Why he had sided with the Federation, even when it seemed unreasonable.

"Then who’s going to look after the Two Lands if you’re gone?" Leon asked, a note of urgency in his voice. "You do know that if they’re left unchecked, one day those people could start another war."

"I know," Igaris replied. His voice did not waver. "And I’m not leaving permanently. I’ll return from time to time. But until then, I will appoint a few trustworthy people to guide them. That includes you, Master Leon."

"Me?" Leon’s voice rose with disbelief. "Why me? I even stood on the opposite side in the war. I fought against you. What did I do to deserve this?"

Igaris looked him in the eye. "Because you are a man of your word. Everything you did was to protect your people. That has never been wrong in my eyes. I believe you will make a great Overseer, alongside Councilman William and the other four."

Leon lowered his gaze, taking in the weight of those words. Then, slowly, he nodded. "I see. Then I will accept the position. Not out of ambition, but to make sure everything remains in balance."

A short distance away, Nina stood quietly, speaking with Evernight. Or rather, with the woman whose real name was Calypso.

"You look completely different from dark stories I have heard. But now you look completely changed," Nina said softly, watching her with a thoughtful gaze.

Evernight smiled, her voice gentler than it had ever been. "Maybe. I used to walk in shadow, thinking only of vengeance. But now Igaris showed me something different."

"You care for him?" Nina said.

"I do," Calypso admitted. "But not in the way most would think. I care for what he carries. I want to help him carry it."

"You’re going with him?"

"I am. Wherever he walks, I will follow."

Nina lowered her eyes. "Then take care of him. Even he needs someone by his side."

Although her tone was calm, there were unspeakable emotions mixed with it.

As the wind picked up and the sky shimmered with the remnants of divine light, the moment felt like the end of one story and the beginning of another.

Igaris, the Overlord, was not vanishing. He was returning to his origin.

But what he left behind would grow in his image. And the world would never forget his name.

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After establishing the Overseers of his Rule, Igaris quietly prepared for his departure. Yet in the shadow of celebration and reconstruction, another movement began. A silent recruitment was already underway.

There were many who looked beyond the horizon, longing for something greater. They did not wish to remain under the old sky. They yearned to follow the Overlord.

Some were rogue Summoners who had survived the war by hiding in the cracks of both sides. Others were Mecha Riders, elite warriors who had fought with iron bodies and souls of fire, now seeking a cause worthy of their strength. Their hearts no longer belonged to the Federation, nor to any of the shattered nations. They wanted freedom. They wanted purpose. And now the chance had come.

The chance to rise above all. The chance to follow a man who had defeated gods.

Why would they let it slip away?

One by one, they were transported into Igaris’s inner world. A realm of controlled laws and endless skies, where his will shaped reality. They entered as soldiers of the Overlord’s Army.

And their numbers were beyond what anyone could have imagined. Over 200,000.

Even Igaris, who had walked through blood and ambition, did not expect so many to choose him. But he welcomed them all. Not as slaves. Not as disposable pawns. But as comrades. As believers.

Their strength, their loyalty, and their dreams would help shape a new world.

And that was not all.

From the broken remains of the Federation, Igaris acquired another 100,000 Mechas. Those massive steel guardians, each bearing power above Master Rank, dormant inside hidden military storage vaults. They had once belonged to generals who now rotted in obscurity. Now, they answered to a higher will.

In total, his army swelled to nearly half a million. 200,000 Angels, 150,000 Summoners and 150,000 automated Mechas.

The Overlord will not leave as a lone god.

He would depart as a storm.

After days of preparation and silent goodbyes, Igaris and Evernight stood at the mouth of the Dimensional Gate.

They were only a step away from returning to Orca.

But one unresolved matter still lingered in Igaris’s heart.

The whereabouts of Igor’s parents, and of the little girl named Isadora—the one who used to call him "brother" with such innocent affection.

Back then, he had run away without a word, too weak to face the that man. But now, after all that had happened, he longed to see them again. Even a single glimpse would have been enough.

He had searched. He had issued commands, deployed scouts, scanned records.

But there was nothing. No trace. As if they had vanished from the world long ago.

Disappointment pressed heavy on his chest. As the time to depart approached, he quietly accepted the silence.

He was ready to leave.

But just then, a messenger came rushing through the corridor.

Bang!

The door burst open and Councilman William entered, out of breath and flushed with urgency.

"My Lord, there are three people who wishes to meet you. Urgently!"