Overlord: Sword of the Forgotten Demon

Kilineiram had finally gained his first wielder. A step toward reclaiming his humanoid form—at least, that was what he believed. Without wasting time, he called upon the system for answers.

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**[Essence is a metaphysical energy that represents a being's life force, experience, and combat potential. It exists in all living creatures, but only through battle and conflict can it be extracted.]**

**[There are three primary sources of essence:]**

- **Combat Essence** – Absorbed when Kilineiram's wielder defeats enemies.

- **Wielder Essence** – Gained over time from a wielder's emotions, ambitions, and growth.

- **Resonant Essence** – Extracted when Kilineiram and his wielder achieve a deep bond, synchronizing their thoughts and will.

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### **Carlos's POV**

I looked at the blade in my hands—its design was unlike anything I had ever seen. A beautiful longsword with a **red hilt**, inlaid with a **brilliant blue gemstone** at its base. The blade itself... it was **a void of shimmering darkness**, as if someone had captured the night sky and forged it into steel. It pulsed faintly, almost like it was alive.

This was no ordinary weapon.

#### **(C: Carlos speaking / K: Kilineiram speaking)**

**C:** *"You're conscious, aren't you?"*

**K:** *"Yes, boy. I am."*

His voice was deep, commanding—yet laced with something I couldn't quite place. Fatigue?

**C (excited):** *"What are you?"*

**K:** *"I am the great Sword Demon, Kilineiram. Due to certain circumstances, I am now bound in this form. But in time, I shall reclaim my true self. And you… you will help me. In exchange, I shall lend you my strength."*

As he spoke, I felt a strange sensation in my arms—like something unseen was linking us.

**K (thinking):** *'Huuuh… speaking like this is exhausting. It's been so long since I've had a conversation.'*

**C:** *"And what exactly can you do?"*

**K:** *"Not much—yet."* There was a hint of irritation in his tone. *"But the more enemies you slay with me, the stronger I… no, we… will become."*

There was a brief silence before Kilineiram spoke again, his voice carrying an unusual curiosity.

**K:** *"By the way, do you know of the Re-Estize Kingdom? And what year is it?"*

I blinked, confused.

**C:** *"Re-Estize Kingdom? Never heard of it. But the year is… one year after the descent of the First God."*

#### **Kilineiram's POV**

*Re-Estize doesn't exist yet?*

I searched my memories. By the time *Yggdrasil* collapsed and Ainz arrived in this world, Re-Estize was already established for 500 years. That means… I'm at least **500 years before canon**.

**K:** *"The descent of the First God… what does that mean?"*

**C:** *"The Six Gods descended to our world a year ago. A few months back, they began establishing what's now called the Slane Theocracy."*

My mind reeled. *The Six Great Gods. The original players who arrived in the New World.*

I was in **their** era.

*Shit.*

But then again, this wasn't necessarily bad. If anything, this was an opportunity. If I played my cards right, I could grow stronger before *canon* even began. I could regain my form, gather power, and perhaps—

No. The **butterfly effect** was dangerous. I needed to be careful. Any major changes I made now could ripple through history in ways even I couldn't predict.

Still lost in thought, I didn't notice the boy's growing unease until he spoke again.

**C (worried):** *"Mister sword…? Why aren't you saying anything?"*

He hesitated before suddenly becoming serious.

**C:** *"We need to move. Now! There are bandits nearby—we have to get away!"*

A spark of amusement flickered within me.

**K:** *"Mister sword? I will have you know that the glorious me has an equally glorious name—"*

Suddenly, a **thunderclap** split the sky above us, despite the clear weather.

**K:** *"I am the great Kilineiram!"*

For a brief moment, the gemstone on my hilt **flashed crimson**, filling the air with a crackling energy.

**K:** *"And with me, you shall never fear mere bandits!"*

But the boy's face didn't brighten at my declaration. Instead, his expression darkened.

**C (grimly):** *"They aren't mere bandits. They attacked my village and…"*

He trailed off, his hands gripping my hilt tightly.

Before I could respond, **a heavy presence loomed behind us.**

A **tall, gruff man** stepped into view, his leather armor tattered but well-worn. **A brutal scar ran down his left eye**, and behind him stood a group of hardened men, their weapons already drawn.

The **bandit chief** sneered, his voice dripping with cruel amusement.

**Bandit Chief:** *"Well, well… what do we have here?"*

I could feel Carlos's hands trembling. But I also felt something else—**his grip tightening.**

He wasn't going to run.

He was going to fight.

Good.

I **hungered** for battle.