Chapter 1: Transmigration
Having just finished the latest volumes of the Overlord light novels and the accompanying anime, Seiju felt a hollow ache in his chest. The fate of the Holy Queen was simply too wretched.
"Dammit! How could someone so beautiful be slaughtered so ruthlessly by that Evil Lord of Wrath?"
"Curse you, Demiurge! This is all your doing!"
"What did Calca ever do to deserve that? To be turned into a... a 'heroic fragment'? To be used as a literal club? Damn it all!!"
In a state of profound melancholy, Seiju sat hunched before his computer, heart heavy with grief. He had opened a familiar adult website, desperate for any distraction from the crushing sorrow. His hand wrapped firmly around his thick, throbbing cock, already rock-hard from the sight that greeted him.
"A woman of such quality... she should have been cherished, protected, loved. Why did they have to kill her?" Seiju growled, his voice thick with frustration. "I've spent day and night wishing for a girlfriend like her. Why did they have to destroy something so soft and precious? If I could just cross over into that world, I swear, I wouldn't let a single cute girl soul perish!"
Seiju focused his mind, adjusted his posture, and he began stroking himself with frantic, aggressive strokes—long, powerful pulls from base to swollen tip, his palm slick with precum that leaked steadily from the flushed head. The wet, rhythmic sounds of skin on skin filled the room as he pumped harder, eyes locked on Calca's gentle smile.
"Something feels... off." A strange sensation rippled through him, but in the endorphin-fueled haze of his workout, he brushed it aside.
"Calca! My Calca!"
At this point, Seiju was beyond reason. Only through the most rigorous training could he hope to numb the grief gnawing at his heart. Anger had clouded his judgment, and his pulse was racing like a frantic drum.
Suddenly, a sharp, searing pain tore through his chest.
Ah! My heart!
It was an agonizing, suffocating pressure. His lungs burned for air that wouldn't come, and his vision began to fray at the edges. With one final, strangled gasp, Seiju's consciousness plunged into the dark. He had succumbed to sudden cardiac arrest.
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The Great Wall of the Roble Holy Kingdom.
A makeshift infirmary at a border outpost.
Rows of crude wooden cots were crammed together, occupied by groaning, blood-stained soldiers.
"What? An ambush during a routine reconnaissance mission?" a man in the vestments of a priest shouted, his voice cracking with disbelief.
"Don't be ridiculous! How could an elite scouting party be routed so completely?"
"Captain Seiju has been poisoned! It's the venom of a Snakeman!" The priest was a First-Tier magic caster, capable of basic healing arts. But as he channeled his mana, he realized the futility of it. Low-tier magic was useless against a toxin this virulent. He could feel the Captain's life force flickering out like a guttering candle.
"Priest, stop. Save your mana for the ones we can actually help," a gruff voice commanded. It was the fortress defense commander, a man with a bulbous, red nose and the weary eyes of a career drunk. He stepped forward, signaling the priest to cease his efforts on the dying man.
"I'm sorry, Captain Seiju... I swear I'll find the bastard who set you up and sent you into demi-human territory," the priest muttered, his jaw tight with helpless rage. With a final, sorrowful look, he hurried off to attend to the other wounded.
The red-nosed commander lingered by Seiju's bedside. He looked down at the pale, withered form and let out a bitter, self-deprecating chuckle.
"I'm sorry, kid. There's nothing I can do for you. You should have known better than to touch the nobles' cake..."
By now, the poison had turned Seiju's veins black. He looked like a piece of sun-bleached driftwood—a man already dead in every way that mattered. Once the commander was certain the Captain's heart had stopped, he turned and left the ward, pulling a flask of cheap grain liquor from his belt to drown his conscience.
[Talent Awakening: Confirmed]
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[Warning: Player Level is below Level 30]
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[Health Points: Fully Restored]
[Status Ailments: Purged]
"My Holy Queen!"
Seiju bolted upright on the cot, his voice ringing out with a sudden, startling vigor. He blinked, looking around in utter confusion.
"Soldiers... wounded?"
This wasn't his room.
As his eyes adjusted, a translucent blue interface shimmered in the air before him. He just stood there, finally understanding what had happened: he had transmigrated.
Sifting through the fragments of memory flooding his mind, he realized with a jolt of adrenaline that he was indeed in the world of Overlord. Specifically, he was stationed at a fortress on the border of the Holy Kingdom.
Talk about a stroke of luck, he thought, a grim smile touching his lips.
The priest, who was still nearby treating another soldier, nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Captain Seiju? You... you survived the venom? It's a miracle!"
"Heavens, the Holy Queen be praised!" The priest clasped his hands in a frantic prayer. "Did you awaken a poison resistance in your final moments?"
Cade, the priest, rushed back to the bedside, checking Seiju's vitals with trembling hands.
"Cade... thank you for sticking with me as long as you did," Seiju said after a moment's hesitation. He decided then and there to keep a low profile. Revealing the existence of a "System" or a "Talent" would be suicide. In a world this dangerous, a weakling with a god-tier ability was just a research subject waiting to be dissected.
"No, no... my healing magic did nothing against that venom. You've truly been blessed by the Gods," Cade said, waving his hands dismissively. He knew his own limits; he was a First-Tier caster at best. Seiju's recovery was nothing short of divine intervention.
"I knew the Heavens wouldn't let a brave warrior die so unjustly," Cade added, his excitement overriding any suspicion. This wasn't entirely unheard of; in the throes of death, the human instinct for survival sometimes triggered spontaneous resistances or Tier-jumps. The priesthood usually attributed such things to the grace of the Holy King.
Cade was simply overjoyed that Seiju didn't even seem to need a period of convalescence. His respect for this kind-hearted, diligent scouting captain grew even deeper.
Seiju eventually made his way back to his assigned quarters. It was a cramped, utilitarian space, but it held the essentials of a soldier's life. A half-eaten crust of stale bread sat on the table by his bed.
"Right. Time to assess the situation." Seiju mentally invoked his newly awakened Talent: [World Tree System].
A status panel materialized.
[Name: Seiju]
[Job Level: 9]
[Martial Arts: Slash, Fortress]
[Note: A soul from another world; Talent awakened to facilitate environmental adaptation.]
The original Seiju had possessed no Talent. He was a commoner, an orphan whose parents had been butchered by demi-humans. Raised in a Holy Kingdom orphanage, he harbored a deep-seated hatred for heteromorphic and demi-human races, while remaining remarkably gentle toward his own kind.
Upon reaching adulthood, he had enlisted, volunteering for the most dangerous postings on the border. He had been a fixture in every skirmish, fighting with a desperate fervor that eventually caught the eye of Pabel Baraja—one of the "Nine Colors" and the father of Neia Baraja. Pabel had bypassed protocol to promote him to the rank of Outside Investigation Captain.
The man Seiju replaced was the son of a high-ranking noble, a pampered youth who had joined the army solely to pad his resume for a future political career. Seiju's meteoric rise and "overachieving" nature had naturally drawn the ire of the aristocracy.
They had orchestrated his downfall. Through a web of internal informants, they had fed Seiju's team false intelligence regarding a demi-human invasion, effectively sending them into a deathtrap.
However, the conspirators hadn't accounted for Seiju's tactical brilliance. Despite the overwhelming odds, he had managed to lead his team back to the Great Wall. Although every man was wounded, they were alive.
The official record, penned by a bribed scribe, claimed that Captain Seiju had fled on horseback, abandoning his men to the Snakemen.
In reality, Seiju had stayed behind alone, acting as a human shield to buy his subordinates time to escape. He had fought like a man possessed, weaving through the enemy lines like a god of war, determined to take as many of the monsters with him as possible. He had only fallen when a demi-human caster struck him with a lethal, magical venom.
His teammates had been moved to tears by his sacrifice. Their loyalty was so absolute that the corrupt scribe, fearing for his life, had fled the fortress with his bribe money the very same night.
Sifting through these memories, Seiju felt a cold, sharp resolve harden within him. He offered a small, dark smile to the empty room.
The game had changed. And he was about to start making some very loud moves.
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Did u know Albedo wasnt even in the original web novel? She was only added later in the light novel to add more drama to nazarick.
Well, in this story Seiju is gonna stand against them and prioritize protecting the characters he loves. dont forget to add to ur library and comment!!