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The Strongest Overlord's Revenge

...when you are betrayed, you feel the need for revenge. When your loved one turn and stabs you in the back, you seek revenge. As an overlord Yfir Lord was the first, the first one to harness the power that many tried to conquer before, having hundreds of disciples he taught all of them an element. He was at the pinnacle of mankind. But it all came down in just one night. His sanctuary was attacked. His students, his lover, the people he protected, they all came for him, all with the intent to kill. He was a benevolent person, at that moment killiing them all was as simple as breathing. Yet he ran, and ran, and ran. Diving and sinking himself into the ocean, his last place to hide. 3000 years later He emerges from the ocean. Stronger than ever. Yet he could sense all around him auras as powerful as him, and he knew who they were... "Time to begin the massacre...:)"

Sofos · Fantasy

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Chapter 4.3

With the snap of his finger Yfir reconstructed the burned man's corpse. "What happened..., I thought I died..." looking around he noticed the shock in all of their faces. "What are you all looking at...!" but they still stared at him with shock, their mouths hanging open, until one of them spoke up "My Lord, you just burned to death, yet your alive an well...". A sudden realisation hit them... YFIR.

The all slowly turned their heads to him. In their eyes they no longer saw a man, but a god, ruling over life and death...

All Yfir did at that moment was a slight chuckle. The men flinched a bit. "What's wrong, he's alive and well, that all that matter right...:), by the way, young man, what's your name? You almost cornered Omorfia, pretty good for a mortal man."

The resurrected man stared in confusion at Yfir, then suddenly realizing he was asked a question.

"My Lord, my name is Lanza. I rule the power of storms. I protect the most Northern part of the Blizzard Kingdom."

"Hmmmm... I could help you get stronger, I need more man power here..." Yfir shot him from the tip of his finger with a concentrated beam. The moment it his Lanza he fell to the ground. Wreathing in agony, yelling, the screams didn't stop till midnight. But when it finished, he emerged a new.

Before them now stood a man of 20. Strong muscular arms, a well built body, tall but the most noticable thing was his mana. It was overflowing, even causing the nearby trees to rustle. "My Lord... I feel reborn... and this power" He took up his spear and pointed upwards. Lighting stroke and the skies rumbled. "It's beyond what I imagined... Thank you for breathing new life into this rotting body.'' Yfir looked at him. Saying that he gave him a new power that would help his current rule, the power to control lighting, Anamma. "You shall be one of few to inheret this power. I trust you..." But what no one else knew was that when Yfir gave Anamma to him, he also planted part of his own mana. With this he is able to kill him instantly if necessary. But thinking back Yfir realized Lanza probably won't, knowing that whoever he resurrects can't defy him.

"Seeing the current state of the Blizzard Kingdom, I'm appalled. I'm to busy to help you with this so I'll 'create' some help for you. But in return, why don't you all visit the Kings Chambers for a while...:)"

1 hour later...

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