Dominance in the New World: An Overlord Fanfic

Inherited Will

Chapter 81

POV Morius, a young orphan boy in the Holy Kingdom

4 years ago...

In the broken down house, I wept over the corpse of my mother...who I knew was no longer breathing. I knew she was dead. I've seen it happen to so many others in this dangerous street.

I knew it might happen to our family...but what else could I have done in this twisted world? I was 8! Goddammit, what gods? What faith? the only thing this world cared about was power and money.

Failure to pay their 'fee' meant coming in and killing my family. As I wept, I realized that I was numb. I was crying...weeping really because my body felt like it...on the inside...I felt nothing, and that was worse.

I desperately wanted to feel sad, horrible, but my mind was way beyond that stage. I could think very clearly, but at the same time I couldn't finish a thought either. I was mad, numb, emotionless, than raging again.

I broke the broken furniture; I shook my death mother; I called out to my missing father...nothing was making me feel better. I don't know how long I just sat there with no will to move or do anything when the gang members returned.

Gang: Oi kid, move. This is our place now.

My brain was functioning correctly. I tried to tell my legs to move. If that didn't work, to shake my neck to tell them that I understand and I will comply. But nothing worked. I was stuck on the floor and my screaming mind couldn't get my obey to obey. With a sharp hit to my head, I found myself seeing black...only to wake up in the muddy alleyway outside.

Since then, I lived off by stealing and thieving. I stole bread, money, clothes, and everything I needed. Sometimes I slept in the streets, other times in sewers. A few times when I was especially lucky I snuck into empty homes that the owners weren't using for some reason...of course I was always quickly busted thanks to those damn neighbors but I was still alive, and that was all that mattered.

At least that was what I tried to convince myself. I never stopped doing 'something'. I couldn't allow myself to stop and feel the pain and emptiness of what that day brought me.

On one fateful day, I awakened my talent. One in which I didn't realize what it was until some time passed. I realized I had something akin to a permanent 'inspection' spell on people. If I wanted to, I could see everyone's name and occupation as well as their 'level' which showed their level of general power.

I remember the strongest Paladin, Remedios, walking with her troop across the street when I used my talent on her.

Remedios, Paladin

Level 42

That was the highest level I had ever seen on anyone. I myself was only Level 11 while most people were around 5 or 6. Trained soldiers and Paladins were higher but almost nobody was higher than level 30...even the Paladins who had their own troops. I used to think that was the highest point in power, until now that was...

It was a small girl, perhaps around my age. She was blond and under her cloak I saw the prettiest face I had ever seen. It was weird since someone like her would usually be known around the city, especially with those expensive shoes I could make out from under her cloak. My first impression was she was probably some noble's hidden daughter, until I used my talent on her.

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