Overlord (1)

Suzuki Satoru felt that he had lived a very unsuccessful life.

It was bad enough that his parents had died early, leaving him with no friends. He could force himself to endure spending every day like a worker ant, contributing to his boss's grand money-making scheme.

But why was he also the one being bullied in the game? Just because he had chosen a heteromorphic race when creating his character?

As he walked home, he secretly clenched his fists, then finally let out a sigh.

This world had been completely controlled by capitalism. Unless ordinary people possessed exceptional talent or tremendous luck, they could only remain at the very bottom of society, unable to see even the slightest hope of climbing higher.

Only in games could ordinary people find a trace of freedom. Speaking of games, although he was still the one being bullied there, he had met someone like-minded yesterday.

Touch Me, a man who regarded extending a hand to the weak as his personal creed. If not for his help yesterday, Suzuki Satoru might have already quit this game called YGGDRASIL.

Fortunately, he had met Touch Me yesterday. They had already agreed to venture through the game together from now on.

"Mm, it's almost time for our appointment!"

He raised his wrist to check the time and quickened his pace slightly. He had made a friend for the first time in his life; he could not be late.

After crossing two streets, Suzuki Satoru arrived before a seventeen-story apartment building. His home was Room 401, Unit Three. Thanks to his parents' early deaths, he had inherited an apartment of roughly eighty square meters, so at least he did not need to worry about a place to live.

He took out his key and unlocked the door. The moment he saw the pitch-black hole in the middle of the living room and the figure holding a rifle, tightly wrapped in something like a white spacesuit—let's call it a person for now—he dropped to his knees with a thud.

"Uh, it was that easy?!"

Watching his surroundings change in an instant, Ryan blinked behind his gas mask.

Where was the promised space-time tunnel? Didn't people say that after traveling through worlds, you would get dizzy for a while for one reason or another, or feel as though someone had smashed the back of your head with a club? Why had it been so easy for him? He had just said he wanted to cross over, and he had crossed over?!

"What a bunch of trash!"

After mentally mocking the trashy transportation methods of certain main gods and certain paradises, Ryan focused on his current surroundings.

This looked like someone's living room. Judging by the various appliances, the technology here seemed quite advanced. At the very least, if Wakanda and black technology were excluded, it was probably far ahead of Earth in the Marvel Universe of his timeline.

And judging by these familiar appliances, the owner of this world should also be human, or perhaps some parallel univ—

Bang!

The front door suddenly flew open, and an Asian man in his twenties stared at him in stunned disbelief.

Ryan instinctively aimed his rifle at him. The man immediately dropped to his knees with a thud and shouted in the language Ryan had often heard in certain adult films in his previous life, "Don't kill me!"

The air fell silent for a moment.

Somewhat dazed, Ryan gently shook his head and sorted through the information.

First, this man spoke Japanese, so this was most likely a parallel Earth.

Second, this world seemed to be technologically oriented. Ordinary people were probably not very strong, though the possibility of an underworld with supernatural abilities could not be ruled out.

Lastly, why had he crossed over into this man's home? Was it random? Or was there something unusual about this place, or this man?

He guessed it was the latter. Otherwise, how could there be such a coincidence? The moment he crossed over, he landed in someone else's living room and happened to run into the male owner returning home.

"Ahem... Well, come inside first and close the door. I'm warning you, you'd better not do anything that makes me suspicious, or else..." Ryan lifted the gun in his hand threateningly.

"Yes!" Suzuki Satoru answered briskly, then stood up and closed the door as Ryan instructed.

Though he was puzzled as to why this alien spoke Japanese and was carrying a century-old antique weapon, he had no intention of asking. Even an antique weapon could kill him with ease. For someone who lived by the principle of keeping his head down, preserving his own safety was the top priority right now.

Watching the young man's movements, Ryan's tense mood relaxed slightly.

Thank goodness! If not for the diligent teachings of so many teachers through his computer in his previous life, how could he have spoken Japanese so smoothly now? If he did not understand Japanese, wouldn't he be completely helpless?

Trying to obtain basic information about this world would have caused who knew how much trouble. Once again, thank you, teachers!

"Sit down. Let's talk."

Seeing that the young man had closed the door and no longer dared to move, Ryan coughed and pointed at the sofa.

"Okay." After cautiously glancing at the rifle aimed at him and the pitch-black hole behind Ryan, Suzuki Satoru walked to the sofa and sat down.

"Tell me, what's your name, and where is this place?" Ryan shifted slightly to ensure the young man remained within his line of sight and under his gun barrel.

"My name is Suzuki Satoru. As for this place... Earth?"

Suzuki Satoru looked at Ryan and pondered for a moment before answering. If he was an alien, he probably was not asking for the exact location. He must be asking for the name of this planet. He just did not know whether Earthlings and aliens called Earth by the same name.

While Suzuki Satoru let his thoughts run wild, Ryan grew a little angry after hearing the answer. As if he did not know this was Earth?

Well, he really did not know, but he had meant the specific location. Still, the name Suzuki Satoru sounded strangely familiar. It felt like he had heard it somewhere before. Was it just his imagination?

After frowning and thinking for a while without finding an answer, Ryan stopped dwelling on it. He turned to Suzuki Satoru, who had grown increasingly restless because Ryan had remained silent, and said, "Be more specific. For example, what country is this? What time is it now? What is the state of society? Tell me everything you know."

Suzuki Satoru hesitated after hearing that. He did not know whether he should tell him. Who knew if this alien was asking these questions because he wanted to invade Earth? If he told him now, would that not make him a traitor to the planet?

"Hmm?"

Ryan gave a meaningful hum, and the rifle barrel unconsciously shifted toward Suzuki Satoru's head. The moment the gun was pointed at him, Suzuki Satoru shuddered. He no longer had the luxury of worrying about whether he was betraying Earth, and he spilled everything out like beans from a bamboo tube.

A long while later...

Ryan frowned as he listened to the information Suzuki Satoru had provided.

This world was a parallel universe of Earth. Technology had advanced to the year 2128, and energy weapons had already matured. Its social environment was extremely hostile toward the lower classes. It would be incredibly difficult for an outsider like him to blend into this world without anyone's help. He could find ways to solve those problems, but the issue was that this world seemed to have no supernatural abilities!