The Over Lord: Rise of the New Lord
Undirectional

In the world of martial arts cultivation, there are several levels in the ordinary human body as a starting form :

*The level of body strengthening .

*Privacy of soul formation .

*Earth level of understanding .

Once the human who practiced martial cultivation reached to the five levels and passed through it, that human body would evolve to become stronger as a king or King level.

In the king's level. His strength, age and inner strength would surpass the normal limits of an ordinary human. But in practicing cultivation will become more difficult to many times.

But it is not the end, nor as the middle, because there is a higher level.

King, Lord, Master, Sovereign, Saint, immortal, God and God Exalted....

It was a long, long journey for Davendra to take Raynor to the pinnacle of true power.

It did not feel like three days had passed quickly for him to finish cleaning up the entire corpse in the village.

Davendra deliberately placed all the bodies on the field not far from the village so that there are others who can see this reservation when visiting.

'It was exhausting to dig 237 graves to bury them all.'

If only he had not improved Raynor's body structure and had not meditated to begin the growth of strength into a martial arts expert, then all this work would have been too difficult to do, due to the limitations of strength and endurance, boy Raynor Avya is no more like a 16-year-old boy in an ordinary human being.

But for now, Raynor's body strength had already progressed by leaps and bounds when it entered the intermediate stage body strengthening level and became tens of times stronger than a normal human.

"It's all done."

Davendra cleans the sweat on the forehead, and sips the coconut water to unwind.

"When was the last time I felt this tired."

For Davendra this is enough as a means of exercise and practice to strengthen the body foundation to become more stable. Something else comes to Davendra's mind after discovering another memory of Raynor Avya.

Raynor had a younger sister who was only 12 years old, but clearly, there was not a single corpse of a daughter like her sister.

During the massacre Raynor went outside the village to hunt, he did not know what happened when the massacre took place. But within half a day the entire village turned into a bloodbath with piles of corpses strewn about.

It sounds sad, but Davendra doesn't show any feelings. It's not like he doesn't care about the lives of everyone who's been killed for no reason. All this time he had stepped over many corpses and it was much more than what fingers and toes could count.

Millions of creatures from different races had already perished during his journey to reach the peak of incomparable strength. Friends, family, lovers and brothers there was not a single one left of them all.

Davendra also knew that this was a destiny that must be accepted without being able to bargain.

But there was indeed a slight sense of pity after fusing his soul into the body of Raynor Avya.

'Maybe this is what is called an inner bond.'

In front of the navel eating the two old men from the man whose body Davendra was using, he brought a lot of wildflowers from within the forest, sprinkled it over the sky and fell spreading to the ground.

"I don't know if you've died peacefully or gone on a whim, but I borrowed Raynor Avya's body, I promise to avenge you and everyone in this village."

After all the things that Davendra had to do had been done, he decided to go towards the kingdom of Losborn. The village of Maresha is located at the southeastern end of the forests of the Losborn kingdom, very remote and rarely visited by travelers.

The distance traveled quite far, passing through several villages and small towns, it would at least take five days or even more to go to the territory of the royal city.

But with the profound strength he now possessed, it was enough to fight against the demonic beasts when they suddenly came attacking.

Davendra did not carry much goods, most of the family property was burned along with the house owned by his parents. Some gold coins as a stock and a small sword that he definitely needed to take care of himself.

But accidentally when he tried to find other treasures that can be carried, a necklace shaped sculpted red tiger made him interested, including Raynor Avya's memory of the necklace is owned by the father as a valuable treasure that is always stored.

"I'll take this, may it be a lucky thing for me."

Davendra was wearing the red tiger necklace around the neck.

'At least I have promised to avenge everyone who has died in this village. I also now have a reason and a purpose for where I am going.'

Being at the gate of Maresha Village, it was the only way in and out for everyone to travel. Because this village is in a remote area, so there is only one towards the next village.

Stop for a moment to open the supply bag and take out a piece of paper containing a picture of the surrounding area. It was a map that covered the entire road to connect one village to another until it ended up in the royal city of Losborn.

Davendra read full of concentration, turning the map left and right, even flipping it backwards, but clearly he showed a confused face when it came to reading directions inside the map.

"I've never liked this picture, it all looks weird and makes me dizzy."

Feeling annoyed at himself and squeezing the map paper and dumping it far away.

Davendra was the supreme ruler who stood at the peak of strength without a single person being able to match, but on the other hand he had one personal problem which was the directional blind.

"So which direction should I go...."

One finger he licked and lifted up high, feeling the breeze of the wind blowing from the west, as if to be a clue of the path he had to follow.

"All right, I'll go there."

Davendra did not care about the path that was in sight, he was much more trusting of instinct as a guide.

'All is ready, let's start a new adventure.'

Enjoying the time when the footsteps took Davendra away into the forest by whistling, just following the direction of the wind that became his goal.

The sun slowly slid westward and vanished behind the mountains.

After Davendra had entered the forest deep enough, the night had now come.

He had already prepared with a single dagger hidden behind his waist. Ears were always attached to hear movements from all directions when there were demonic beasts coming.

More than just practice, this is an experience Davendra had during his adventure before becoming the supreme ruler. The instinct as a hunter is very honed in anticipating the attack of demonic beasts when hiding behind bushes.

There were also demon beasts that roamed the surrounding forest just low-grade beasts without needing to bother to fight back, they would leave if they knew the prey had a stronger aura.

In fact, Davendra slightly expected if there were demonic beasts to come and fight against him.

For a long time he had not felt the sensation of tension in life. This obviously got him excited.

Until a shadow came jumping showing claws and fangs from behind. Davendra was already anticipating this, moving a little backwards to dodge.

He could find a gap releasing a single dagger attack from his right hand, blasting swiftly and precisely through the heart of the demonic beast.

"The blood red wolf seems to be the territory of their flock..."

Without the need to wait for long, the body of the red wolf that had been pierced right in the chest, fell and died instantly.

Davendra quite understood the information of the red wolf demon beast.

For most of the people who had just grown a power of inner strength, dealing with a red wolf-like demon star was extremely dangerous.

His agility, strength and and speed in attacking was actually able to defeat martial experts of soul formation level easily.

But they chose the wrong opponent, even though Davendra was in a fairly weak body, but the experience of fighting was much more, so finding the gap to beat the red wolf was so easy.

But one thing made him curious...

"The red wolf is a demonic beast in the group, while this one attacked me alone, was he separated from the group."

It was as if the question was answered immediately, when the ear heard rapid footsteps in the other direction. Davendra immediately jumped up onto the tree branch and moved towards the spot from the location of the red wolf.

Not too far from his place. Davendra stood on a tree as he watched a young girl dressed in dirty clothes and torn to pieces surrounded by two blood-red wolves.

Of course it can be concluded, if the situation of the girl is in danger.