"According to my scan, you end up with a severe backlash after the fight with the Multi-Arm Leviathan Lord. What exactly happened?" Vlad’s voice cut through the air like a blade, sharp and unwavering. His gaze locked on Overlord, his eyes filled with authority and curiosity. If Overlord was going to play a significant role in the war effort, Vlad needed to fully understand the extent and limitations of his power. The battlefield did not tolerate uncertainty, especially when the stakes were as high as the survival of humanity.
Overlord, standing in the body of the Divine Avatar, inclined his head slightly in acknowledgnt. Even in this godlike form, he was still the A.I. Chip Clone forged by Vlad. His Pri Master’s question was a command he could not refuse, no matter how much it might reveal about his vulnerabilities.
"I was able to alter the spiritual map of the Divine Avatar in order to awaken an ability that took full advantage of my computational capabilities," Overlord began, his voice calm and composed. "I call it Omniscient Gaze. It provides an extra-sensory perception of the environnt, extending far beyond even the most impressive supernatural sight. My field of vision encompasses the entire surroundings, detecting even the most subtle changes in terrain, movent, and energy flows."
Vlad’s eyes widened slightly at the explanation. The ability sounded extraordinary—beyond anything he had expected. He remained silent, encouraging Overlord to continue.
"The true power of the Omniscient Gaze lies in its precognitive ability," Overlord elaborated, his tone unwavering. "It allows to calculate and predict all possible outcos of a situation with unparalleled efficiency. My computational abilities are exponentially enhanced, enabling to analyze countless variables in real ti. This foresight allows to act before events unfold, ensuring maximum efficiency in both offense and defense. It was through this ability that I managed to defeat the Multi-Arm Leviathan Lord."
Vlad listened intently, his awe hidden behind a mask of control. Overlord’s words painted a vivid picture of a technique so advanced that it bordered on omnipotence. The ability to predict and counter every move, to manipulate the battlefield with such precision—it was nothing short of miraculous. Yet Overlord’s composed deanor betrayed no arrogance. He spoke of his achievent as though it were rely a calculated outco of logic and programming.
"It is like using an A.I. Chip’s scanning force and virtual simulation simultaneously," Overlord continued, "their synergy is enhanced exponentially by Divine Force to the point that it allows to predict the future. A simple glance is enough to discern an opponent’s nature, strengths, weaknesses, and potential vulnerabilities."
Vlad nodded slowly, the significance of the ability sinking in. "But it doesn’t co without a cost."
"Yes, Pri Master," Overlord replied, his calm deanor unwavering. "The power of this ability is so great that my soul and consciousness cannot fully endure it. Just using it for a few seconds left reeling with severe wounds, and the stress was simply too much for both my mind and body."
Vlad’s expression did not waver. He had expected as much. The universe demanded balance, and such an overwhelming ability could not exist without exacting a toll on its user. The stronger and more impressive the technique, the greater the burden it placed on the one who wielded it.
After a mont of silence, Vlad nodded, his mind already shifting to the next concern. He turned to the rest of the soldiers, who were slowly regrouping after the battle. Before joining them, however, he glanced back at Overlord. His sharp gaze pierced through the Divine Avatar, searching for any hidden truths.
"Are there any more surprises on the way?" Vlad asked. "More trump cards that I am unaware of?"
The ti for the final battle was rapidly approaching, and Vlad needed an unfiltered, crystal-clear picture of what to expect. Overlord shook his head, his response imdiate and absolute.
"There is nothing left, Pri Master. With the Divine Avatar now in play, there are no new cards in the deck."
Vlad nodded again, satisfied but also sowhat disappointed. He had hoped for another hidden advantage, sothing that could tilt the odds further in their favor. At the sa ti, he was relieved that he no longer had to second-guess Overlord’s capabilities.
"Then let us join the others," Vlad said, his tone firm. He paused briefly before adding, "You should do your best to display emotions or at least feign them."
"I understand the importance of morale and the figures of heroes in war, Pri Master," Overlord replied, his voice as composed as ever.
With that, the two began walking toward the army. As they rejoined the ranks, all eyes turned to Overlord. Awe and wonder were etched on the faces of the soldiers. Overlord was no longer an abstract entity, a distant intelligence that guided their civilization from behind the scenes. He was now a physical presence, a true figure of divine power who had fought alongside them and secured their victory. His re existence inspired gratitude and admiration among the troops.
Overlord’s deanor shifted as he moved through the ranks. The impassive expression he had worn earlier was replaced with a kind smile. He greeted the soldiers warmly, speaking with generals and acknowledging the efforts of the troops. His divine aura only enhanced the impression he left on those around him, solidifying his place as both a symbol of hope and a leader they could trust.
Jormungandr appeared beside Vlad as they observed the scene. The small yellow cat threw a aningful glance at the Depravita of Wrath, who responded with a subtle smile. Vlad understood the implications of Jormungandr’s gaze. Now that Overlord was no longer an abstract figure but a tangible entity, the potential for rebellion was a real and significant threat. If Overlord were ever to turn against them, it was difficult to say how much of the army would resist his influence.
Yet Vlad was not worried—not because he dismissed the possibility, but because his focus remained firmly on the Leviathans. Protocols were in place to prevent Overlord from acting against him, though Vlad knew there was no such thing as true perfection. Flaws could exist in even the most ticulously designed systems. But for now, all other concerns could wait. The war against the Leviathans took precedence, and only once the world was safe would Vlad address the potential risks posed by Overlord’s autonomy.
"Everybody, let’s move," Vlad commanded, his voice echoing across the area. "Burn all the corpses. There must be nothing left for the Leviathans to scavenge."
Though the soldiers were weary, none hesitated. They moved with grim determination, piling the remains of the Leviathans into massive heaps before setting them ablaze. The acrid stench of burning flesh filled the air, a horrific reminder of the battle they had just fought. Yet the soldiers pressed on, enduring the nauseating sll as they completed the grim task.
As the fires raged behind them, casting an eerie glow across the landscape, the army began its march deeper into the Wendy Country. Their backs were illuminated by the burning remains of their enemies, a solemn reminder of the battles yet to co.
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