I, the Supreme Overlord, Start by Enslaving the Zerg Queen

The Spear of Deicide is indeed powerful, a Semi-Divine Weapon.

But you need to be alive to wield it!

Catherine nodded upon hearing this and prepared to leave with Charles and her sisters.

As their master had previously mentioned in a story, King Norton of the Maya Kingdom was driven by greed for the Spear of Deicide, which ultimately led to a necromantic catastrophe that destroyed the entire plane, leaving behind this small pocket dimension.

The connection between this place and the Land of the Dead was too complex. Their current strength wasn\'t enough to risk getting too close to that realm.

Moreover, there was the Crimson Tide... There were too many unsettling aspects about the Serene Forest, enough to instill fear.

Fortunately, all these secrets would be buried once they left.

Until they officially exited the Serene Forest, no further complications should arise, right?

Just as Charles and the others were about to leave, the silver spear seemed unwilling. It flickered slightly, its shaft emitting streams of light.

In the next moment, it abruptly vanished from its spot and reappeared right in front of Charles.

This unexpected mutation left Charles stunned and momentarily at a loss.

"Ignore it. Though it\'s a Semi-Divine Weapon, the things it involves are too terrifying, and taking it would spell trouble." Charles said, his tone tinged with a hint of regret.

He understood that the world wasn\'t kind to reckless fools. If he took the spear, what if he ended up like that king?

Charles had the Zerg system and numerous highly potential Zerg heroes. Becoming a god was a foreseeable future for him.

Given that, the Spear of Deicide had become rather redundant.

Beneath the divine, all are but ants.

The mysterious divine from the Land of the Dead was someone he didn\'t want to provoke. Otherwise, one day he might wake up to find a necromantic catastrophe has descended upon him...

He didn\'t dare to risk it.

The women nodded in agreement and hastened their pace, carefully bypassing the Spear of Deicide.

Ha, just a mere Semi-Divine Weapon trying to unsettle my mind?

Charles couldn\'t help but feel a sense of pride as he ran.

In the Continent of Overlord, strength was held in the highest regard by everyone, and here he was, a gold-ranked Overlord, choosing to abandon a Semi-Divine Weapon.

This was nothing short of a Guinness World Record-worthy feat!

Soon, they reached the end of the tunnel.

Just as they thought they could use their spatial tools to return to the Continent of Overlord, the Spear of Deicide appeared right in front of Charles again.

Before they could bypass it once more, it transformed into a stream of light and slipped into his sleeve.

Charles was dumbfounded. What... A Semi-Divine Weapon that forces itself on him?

This didn\'t fit the dignity of a twelfth-tier entity, nor the restraint one would expect from a Semi-Divine Weapon!

Unfortunately, the Spear of Deicide remained hidden in his sleeve, ignoring Charles\'s curses.

Because it knew, once he left this place, the deed would be done. Even if Charles didn\'t acknowledge it, it would be too late.

As a former twelfth-tier entity, the Semi-Divine Weapon had high hopes for Charles\'s future.

Perhaps this lustful Overlord would achieve divinity, thereby perfecting its own flaws and becoming the God of War as a weapon.

Although this wasn\'t quite what Keisha originally envisioned, as long as divinity was achieved, everything else wouldn\'t matter!

Keisha was the former identity of the Spear of Deicide, the weapon of a fallen Twelfth-Tier master.

In ancient times, she was known by a rather famous nickname—the God Slayer.

In the endless expanse of black earth, countless Ephemeral Beings of the Underworld floated in the sky by the billions.

They served as food, and colossal monsters casually scooped them into their mouths, each gulp consuming tens of thousands of Ephemeral Beings of the Underworld.

This was a world where the land and sky were indistinguishable, teeming with terrifying undead creatures.

In the outside world, immensely powerful bone dragons, necromancers, and lich kings were considered nothing more than lowly slaves here.

From within a grand, classical hall, the occasional sound of pages turning in ancient tomes could be heard.

"Hmm... Keisha\'s aura has vanished from that accursed land. Has someone taken her?" A strikingly beautiful figure, crowned with a white bone tiara, sat quietly in a study, gently shaking her head.

She tapped her scepter beside her, and a series of light screens suddenly appeared before her.

These screens displayed all of Charles\'s experiences, not just in this lifetime, but in his previous one as well... ωе-ӏҫө?ｍҽ-!τо--&

Dimord found it all quite fascinating. She paused her perusal of the Holy Codex of Necromancy, contemplating the various aspects of the man\'s past life.

Initially, she thought he was a hero, but she hadn\'t expected his true nature to be one of lust.

Hmm, is a relationship between a human and a weapon possible?

Dimord couldn\'t help but laugh at her own twisted sense of humor.

Keisha, that woman, at her peak, was only a twelfth-tier entity. She couldn\'t possibly imagine what kind of master she had bound herself to this time. Dimord had no intention of enlightening her either.

First, this man could potentially be a contingency plan left by another deity, and until everything was certain, she couldn\'t casually descend upon the Continent of Overlord.

Second, she hoped that Keisha could successfully ascend to godhood in her form as a Semi-Divine Weapon, ultimately solidifying her own laws and becoming a God of War.

"Keisha, last time, I leveraged the power of divinity to easily annihilate you. It was an unfair victory."

"I once promised to find you a place to aid your ascension to godhood. Now that you\'ve chosen to abandon that path, I eagerly await the day you return as a god to the Death Temple and personally end the God of Death." Dimord said with a smile, casually redirecting much of the necromantic catastrophe that was supposed to be set in the Land of Turmoil.

Dimord was the master of this Death Temple—the God of Death.

She had always studied death amidst the mortal realm, eventually becoming an outlier among the gods.

Unlike other deities, Dimord sought to let her own divinity as the God of Death collapse, to achieve true death.

To that end, she had nurtured countless individuals.

The Land of the Dead was merely a test she casually prepared for her chosen ones.

...

Completely unaware that a major deity had been studying his past life, Charles was still grappling with the tattoo on his arm. He looked exasperatedly at the silver mark and said, "Hey, Spear of Deicide, there\'s no need to play dead here."

"You\'re powerful enough to form a contract without a contract book, so at least show yourself!"

They had long since left the Mysterious Space and returned to the hive. As soon as everyone else left, Charles couldn\'t hold back any longer.

He knew full well that in that illusory space, the Spear of Deicide had definitely devoured the soul of the King of the Maya Kingdom.

In other words, this spear was definitely pretending to be dead!

No matter what he said, the spear remained hidden in his sleeve.

If their contract hadn\'t been an equal one, he would have gone to Yggdrasil to detonate himself by now.

Better a dogfight among them, even if it meant his death, than to be toyed with like this.

Seeing that she wouldn\'t come out no matter what, Charles felt utterly helpless.

Suddenly, as if struck by an idea, he asked, "Even if you don\'t want to see me, as partners, I should at least have the right to know your name."

"After all, we\'re in this together now. We still don\'t fully understand the situation with that unknown divine from the Land of the Dead. I can\'t die not knowing what\'s going on!"

This time, the Spear of Deicide responded.

[My divine soul is shattered right now and needs time to recover, so I need your help.]

[You don\'t need to worry about Dimord. As long as you don\'t achieve divinity, she won\'t come after you personally. At most, she\'ll set up tests in the Land of the Dead.]

[Also, kid, I\'m way older than you. My name is Keisha.]

[You can also call me the spear soul of the Spear of Deicide. I hope in the days to come, we\'ll ascend the path to godhood together.]

Keisha didn\'t say much, but each sentence was concise and to the point, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

From this, Charles roughly understood the situation. This Semi-Divine Weapon indeed knew that divine being named Dimord—a gender-neutral name.

She needed soul energy and required him to kill enemies to replenish it.

Her name was Keisha, and she wanted to ascend to divine status with him, leveraging the innate advantages of the Semi-Divine Weapon to achieve godhood.

To sum it up, he now possessed an invincible artifact for both the early and later stages of his journey. The cost? He had to endure tests set by the divine being behind the Land of the Dead.

As for why the tests were necessary, or what would happen afterward, Keisha didn\'t say. It might even be a taboo topic.

But one thing was clear: he seemed destined for greatness.

With a thought, Charles summoned the silver spear into his hand.

Holding the spear, he felt as though his overall combat power had increased by at least one tier, reaching the upper levels of Tier Four.

It was as if the spear-fighting techniques he had practiced countless times were instantly transferred into his mind—techniques that represented a Twelfth-Tier expert\'s understanding of their life-bound weapon.

In a way, this was Keisha\'s compensation for Charles.

After all, according to Dimord\'s method of achieving godhood, she was bound to become a deity of the death faction.

But she had no intention of taking on the role of the God of Death.