My Supreme Lord System : Obey Your Lord

Hey… my name is Noel. Noel Vence.

I was just a normal university student—a hardcore otaku who spent more time reading web novels than studying. My life was simple: wake up, go to class (or skip it), binge anime, and repeat.

But that normal life shattered in an instant.

It was supposed to be an ordinary evening. I was walking home after another long day, completely lost in thoughts about the latest murim novel I had been reading. Then… it happened.

The sky split apart.

A deafening roar echoed through the city as massive, glowing rifts tore open in the air. From those rifts, dark figures emerged—monsters. Real, living, breathing monsters.

Dungeons had appeared on Earth.

At first, I thought it was a prank, some kind of crazy sci-fi event. But the screams, the blood, the buildings crumbling under the weight of unknown creatures… it was all real. Too real.

I didn't panic. Maybe it was because I had read too many apocalypse stories, but my mind adapted fast. Unlike the terrified crowds running in every direction, I immediately understood the situation. These were low-level dungeons. That meant low-level monsters. But for normal humans… this was a nightmare.

Then, my heart dropped.

Mom.

My mother was sick. My father was overseas for business, leaving her alone at home. If one of these monsters got to our house before I did—

I ran. Faster than I ever had in my life.

The streets were in chaos. Creatures that looked like goblins and kobolds were slaughtering anyone they could find. Buildings were burning, cars overturned. But none of that mattered. I sprinted, dodging through alleys, taking the fastest possible route home.

By the time I reached our house, my hands were shaking. The door was broken.

I stepped inside.

A sharp, gut-wrenching stench filled the air. Blood.

My mother's body lay on the floor, lifeless. A goblin stood over her, a crude knife dripping with fresh blood in its hands.

My mind blanked.

Something inside me shattered. My chest tightened, my breath quickened. Rage, grief, disbelief—all my emotions exploded at once. I couldn't control it.

Then, something impossible happened.

A sharp, burning sensation filled my palm. And in the next moment—

A spear materialized in my hand.

The goblin turned, its yellow eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. It snarled and charged.

I barely reacted in time, lifting the spear in reflex. The goblin's knife scraped against the wooden shaft, sending vibrations up my arms. The impact nearly knocked me off balance.

Too strong…!

Before I could recover, the goblin lunged again. I twisted my body, barely avoiding a stab aimed at my throat. My grip tightened on the spear, and I swung wildly.

The tip scraped against the goblin's side, drawing blood. It shrieked in anger rather than pain, retaliating instantly.

A sharp pain exploded in my left shoulder. The goblin's knife had found its mark.

"Gah—!"

I stumbled back, gasping. Blood dripped down my arm, pain burning through my entire body. But I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop.

The goblin rushed in for the kill.

My mind raced. I had no formal training—just instinct and the stories I had read. But that was enough. I spun the spear, forcing the goblin to step back.

For the first time, hesitation flickered in its eyes.

I pressed forward, stabbing with all my strength. The goblin dodged, but I adjusted my grip mid-strike and swung the shaft instead. The wooden handle cracked against its ribs.

The goblin howled in pain.

I didn't give it a chance to recover. I thrust forward again, this time aiming for its leg. The spear pierced flesh. The goblin collapsed onto one knee.

Adrenaline surged through me. I raised the spear over my head.

Then—

The goblin grinned.

My instincts screamed at me to move, but I was too slow. The goblin lunged one last time, its blade sinking into my side.

I gasped, my vision blurring. Pain roared through my body.

For a moment, I thought it was over.

But then—

I forced my body to move.

Ignoring the pain, ignoring the blood pouring from my wounds, I drove the spear down with everything I had.

The weapon sank deep into the goblin's chest.

It twitched. Then, it stilled.

Silence.

My hands trembled as I pulled the spear free. The goblin's body slumped to the ground, motionless.

I had won.

Suddenly—

Ding!

A blue screen flashed before my eyes.

[Congratulations! You have leveled up.]

[Level 2 Achieved.]

My breathing was ragged as I stared at the floating text.

So… this is how I became the first awakener in the world.

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Years Later…

Clapping.

The sound of an applauding audience echoed in the large hall. Bright lights, flashing cameras, and countless reporters surrounded the stage.

A well-dressed interviewer smiled as he turned towards me.

"So, this is the story of the Hero of Earth…"

I chuckled slightly, adjusting the SSS-rank hunter badge on my uniform.

"It's been many years since that day," I said, looking at the crowd. "Back then, I was just a desperate university student… Now, the world is at peace."

I looked up at the massive screen behind me, where footage of my past battles played. The endless dungeons, the monsters, the struggles… everything that led me to this moment.

"I became stronger, fought countless battles, and stood at the top of the hunter world. But it all started with one fight."

The interviewer leaned forward. "And what do you think was the turning point in your journey?"

I smirked.

"The moment a spear appeared in my hand."

The interviewer, still beaming with his friendly smile, leaned forward, eager for Noel's words.

"So, Mr. Noel, what would you say to the next generation of hunters? Any advice, perhaps?"

Noel opened his mouth to respond, but before a single word could leave his lips, a deafening roar shattered the air.

CRACK!

The roof of the grand hall exploded in a burst of debris, as a colossal hand—massive, grotesque, and covered in writhing shadows—shot through the broken ceiling. The interviewer screamed, but before anyone could react, the hand closed around him like a vice, lifting him effortlessly into the air.

Chaos erupted in an instant.

People screamed, running for their lives. The world outside seemed to melt into madness. A low, guttural growl echoed from above, and Noel's heart skipped a beat as he turned toward the source of the sound.

Out of the cloud of debris, a monstrous titan loomed—a towering, hulking figure that could only be described as a beast of nightmares. Its skin was the color of ancient stone, cracked and riddled with glowing veins of molten magma. The air around it warped with heat, as if the very atmosphere itself was bowing to its presence.

The Behemoth.

A dungeon boss. A creature of unimaginable power.

Noel's breath caught in his throat. It had grabbed the interviewer with ease, crushing him like an insect. Noel clenched his fists, his mind racing. He had faced countless monsters in his life, but nothing like this. This was an entirely different level.

Without hesitation, he reached for his spear—the one he had carried ever since that first battle.

The Behemoth's massive eyes locked onto Noel. It roared, its voice shaking the very foundations of the building. With terrifying speed, it hurled the interviewer aside like a ragdoll, sending him crashing into a nearby building, his body limp and broken.

Noel gritted his teeth. The world around him spun, but his focus remained razor-sharp. He had to stop this thing, or the entire city would be obliterated.

He dashed forward, his movements swift and fluid despite the weight of his armor. The Behemoth swung one enormous arm down, intending to crush him like an ant. Noel rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the blow, his spear raised in defense.

The Behemoth snarled, its gaze never leaving him. It swung its fist again, faster this time. Noel barely managed to parry the blow with the shaft of his spear, the force of the impact sending shockwaves through his body. His arms burned from the strain.

"You're nothing!" the Behemoth's voice rumbled, deep and thunderous. "Foolish mortal."

Noel didn't have time to think about the words. He lunged, stabbing the spear toward the creature's massive leg. The tip of the spear sank into its flesh, but the Behemoth hardly flinched. Instead, it stepped back, swinging its arm in a vicious arc, sending Noel flying through the air like a ragdoll.

He crashed into a nearby wall, his vision going blurry for a split second. Pain shot through him, but he pushed it aside. His body was battered, but his will was unbroken.

With a roar, Noel stood, his gaze fixed on the Behemoth. The creature was now closing in, and Noel could feel the earth shaking with every step it took.

This is it. I have to end this...

Summoning all his remaining strength, he charged, aiming for the Behemoth's exposed side. The beast swiped at him again, but Noel ducked under the blow, rolling past its colossal arm.

His spear found its mark—right at the creature's heart. He thrust forward with all his might, pouring everything he had into the attack.

For a brief moment, it seemed like he had succeeded. The Behemoth staggered back, its massive form groaning in pain, a deep gash running down its side. But then, with a roar of rage, it retaliated.

Its fist came down like a falling mountain, crushing Noel under its weight.

The impact sent a wave of pain crashing through him. He gasped, struggling to breathe, feeling the world darken around him. The spear fell from his grasp, his body pinned beneath the Behemoth's crushing blow.

The last thing Noel saw before everything went black was the Behemoth's monstrous face, twisted into an expression of unholy triumph.

Noel groggily opened his eyes, his head pounding with an intense ache. His surroundings were unfamiliar—no longer the wrecked city or the remnants of the Behemoth's rampage. Instead, he found himself lying on a dirt-covered road, surrounded by towering stone buildings that looked ancient. The air felt different too—thick, humid, and carrying an odd fragrance that he couldn't place.

"What...?" Noel muttered, slowly pushing himself up.

He blinked rapidly, trying to clear the fog from his mind. This wasn't the world he had fought and died in. This wasn't Earth.

He took in the sight before him—people dressed in flowing, traditional garments, their clothes rich with intricate patterns. Men and women moved through the streets with a certain calmness, as if this place was normal. The atmosphere felt serene, but also... strange.

Then, Noel looked down at himself. His clothes were nothing like the uniform he had worn in the hunter world. Instead, he wore ragged, tattered garments—a beggar's outfit. Dirt caked his skin, his hair was unkempt, and he smelled like he had been living on the streets for days.

What in the world?

His heart raced. This wasn't just a different world. This felt… wrong.

Before he could fully process what was happening, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Hey, Noel! What are you standing around for? Are you going to beg today or not? You're wasting time. If you don't hurry, you won't get any money!"

Noel's head snapped to the side. A young man, with a look of annoyance on his face, was standing there, arms crossed. He had the same traditional clothing as the others, but Noel had never seen him before.

Begging?

Noel's mind spun as he processed the words. Begging? What kind of world is this?

"Am I a beggar?" he muttered under his breath, completely disoriented. His heart pounded as the realization hit. "Did I transmigrate? Is this a fantasy world? No..."

He stood up, the realization dawning with each step he took. This was not a dream. He wasn't in his old world, and the pain from the Behemoth's crushing blow still lingered in his body—real and raw. He was in a new world, one unlike anything he had ever known.

As he walked, something clicked in his mind. The buildings, the people's attire, even the way they moved—it was all eerily familiar.

This… this place... His heart skipped. This is the world from the murim novel I used to read in my university days. How is this possible? The name this Kingdom is Kian Dynasty. And the city is Shing Han city.

His pulse quickened. How did I end up here? The confusion turned to panic, but before he could gather his thoughts, a sharp pain shot through his head. His vision blurred, and he staggered for a moment, clutching his temples.

Ahh… ahh… what is happening to me?!

Suddenly, a familiar sound filled his ears, like a voice echoing from somewhere deep within him.

Ding!

A cold, mechanical voice reverberated through his mind.

[Supreme Lord System binding…]

Noel froze. His eyes widened as the words hung in the air, an overwhelming realization flooding his consciousness.

System? He thought, dazed. What the hell is this?

But the words didn't stop there.

[Welcome to the Murim World. You are now the chosen one.]