Overlord but I can summon

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The next day Meliodas was already back in the Baharuth empire for work.

The wind that whispered over the Angelia Mountains carried with it the crisp breath of early morning, mixed with the scent of pine, snow, and something else, something older.

From a distance, the mountains stood like silent gods carved in stone, towering and unconquered, their white peaks cutting into the sky. Yet at the base, where the earth flattened out into a naturally formed plateau, two great powers had gathered.

A wide open space had been prepared just beneath the slope, far from danger but still offering a full view of what was to come. Dozens of elite guards from the Baharuth Empire, clad in dark silver armor stood watchfully at every edge. Some bore the sigil of the battle gods, others the golden crest of the imperial court.

Opposite them were several figures in black, silent, still, cold-eyed.

The Obsidian Chains.

It was as if the world itself held its breath, awaiting something no one truly understood yet.

At the center of this arena of power, two towering thrones carved from ebony and white stone sat facing the mountains. Upon one sat Meliodas, dressed in a sleek black cloak trimmed with gold, his posture loose but alert, a hand lazily resting on the armrest.

Behind him stood Makima, expressionless, hands folded behind her back like usual, eyes like a sea of blood behind her delicate smile, and Hisoka, who looked like a bored predator dressed in a vibrant mix of red and purple, licking his lips every now and then as if he could taste the tension in the air.

A few meters away, seated on a throne that looked less like a seat and more like a statement of imperial pride, was the Emperor of the Baharuth Empire himself.

Jircniv wore white and crimson robes laced with gold thread, and his crown, while not exaggerated, gleamed with the weight of authority.

Behind him stood his four imperial knights, still as statues, their eyes never leaving Meliodas or his guards.

The Emperor leaned forward slightly, crossing one leg over the other, his gaze fixed on the mountains for a few moments before speaking.

"So... this is where it begins," he murmured, eyes narrowing faintly. "You chose quite the location."

Meliodas smirked, not even bothering to glance over. "It's poetic, don't you think? These mountains have been a wall for centuries. A thorn in everyone's side. Today, they'll become a path."

There was a pause, and the Emperor chuckled softly, his voice rich and composed. "You speak like a poet for someone who leads assassins."

Meliodas tilted his head toward him, his grin widening just a little. "Assassins, warriors, architects, scientists… depends on what's needed."

The Emperor studied him for a moment, the smile on his lips failing to hide the mixture of curiosity and caution in his eyes. His thoughts swirled quietly. 'He was in my palace two days ago. Sitting across from me like a man discussing grain prices… and then the next day, he's getting married in Re-Estize?'

He shook his head mentally, remembering the way Meliodas had vanished back when they first met. 'Right! Teleportation magic… no incantation. No circle. Just black mist and gone.' The thought unsettled him. Few had that level of mastery. Even fewer could do it silently.

"You move fast," the Emperor said, voice calm but edged with meaning. "One day you're in Baharuth, the next you're King of Re-Estize. I must say, you continue to surprise me."

Meliodas finally looked at him, amber eyes glinting with something unreadable. "I had somewhere to be. And she was waiting."

The Emperor let out a quiet laugh. "Yes. Congratulations are in order… again. Queen Renner is… something else."

There was a flicker of something in Meliodas's eyes at the mention of her name, something unreadable—then gone just as quickly. He nodded. "She is."

The Emperor leaned back into his throne, steepling his fingers together. His expression was casual, but his mind was always calculating. He flicked a glance toward Makima behind Meliodas and suppressed a shiver.

Her presence was quiet, but it pressed down like gravity. Beside her, Hisoka let out a low hum, his fingers spinning playing cards, watching the Emperor with playful hunger.

"And now you've invited me here to witness… what exactly?" the Emperor asked, raising a brow.

"A demonstration," Meliodas replied simply. "Of power. Of precision. Of how things are dealt with from Obsidian Chains."

The Emperor frowned slightly, not liking the implication, but intrigued nonetheless. "You said it would not take long." Angelia mountains were a place if one wanted to clear, it would take weeks if not months, even with elite warriors.

"It won't." Meliodas' reply was immediate.

"You speak of clearing out the Angelia Mountains as though it were a house infested with rats."

"You're not far off, It won't take too much of our time. I thought it would be fun watching this together." Meliodas said with a small chuckle.

The Emperor's lips tightened, then loosened again. "I'll admit, I still have doubts. This mountain range has swallowed entire battalions over the years. To wipe it clean..."

"You don't have to worry about that." Meliodas cut in.

The Emperor turned his head slowly, staring at the man.

"I'm not trying to impress you," Meliodas continued, staring straight ahead now, his voice smooth, steady. "I'm showing you the future. A future where problems like these… don't slow us down."

The Emperor's gaze narrowed. 'Us...' he thought. 'He includes me. Why? A threat? An offer? Or manipulation?'

"...Then I suppose I'll enjoy the show," the Emperor said, lips curving slightly.

Meliodas had Shoko place a curtain all over the region prior to that in order to keep what is going to happen a secret, people from outside the curtain won't be able to see what is going on, so Meliodas now doesn't have to worry about spies.

The wind shifted.

At first, it was subtle, barely more than a change in pressure that only the most sensitive among them noticed. A slight ripple in the air. A bird flying overhead suddenly changed direction, squawking in disarray, vanishing toward the horizon as if fleeing death itself.

Then someone pointed to the sky.

"...There."

Far above the Angelia Mountains, a dot hovered in the vast blue. So small it could've been mistaken for dust on the eye, but it didn't move like dust.

It was still, suspended in midair as if the laws of nature had decided she didn't apply.

The Emperor squinted, narrowing his eyes. "What is that?" he asked aloud, but no answer came.

His four Imperial Knights tensed at once. Hands went to hilts. Magic flared in a subtle shimmer as protective enchantments activated. But the Emperor couldn't stop staring at that floating speck. He could feel it. The pressure. Something massive was being suppressed there.

Meliodas' smirk turned predatory. "Ah. Right on time."

Then… she lifted her hands.

The world responded like it had been waiting for the signal. A deep rumble crawled from the bones of the earth, slow and ominous at first, then growing with terrifying speed.

The ground beneath their feet quaked violently, sending startled cries through the guards and onlookers. One of the knights stepped forward instinctively, placing himself between the Emperor and the mountains.

"Your Majesty! We must move—now!"

But the Emperor didn't speak. His eyes were locked on Meliodas.

Meliodas… was still sitting. Completely unbothered. Arms crossed, back reclined. A smirk danced on the edge of his lips.

"You might want to calm down," Meliodas said, voice casual as if discussing the weather. "As long as you stay inside this zone, you're safe. I promised you a spectacle, didn't I?"

The knight looked between him and the sky, uncertainty in his posture.

And then… it began.

A sound, strange and haunting, echoed from the heavens. Like a wind chime made of mountains and thunder. And from all across the Angelia range, something started rising.

Dots, thousands upon thousands began lifting from the treetops, the cliffs, and deep crags of the cursed mountains. They looked like insects at first… until one of the guards gasped.

"Monsters… those are... those are monsters!"

The Emperor stood now, eyes wide as he watched the impossible unfold.

Every manner of creature whether it was goblins, trolls, ogres, harpies, wyverns, or chimerae, some the size of buildings, others as small as dogs, rose into the sky as if invisible hands had snatched their very existence from the ground.

There were even dragons. Not ancient ones, but lower-class breeds still capable of leveling cities… and yet they shrieked helplessly, spinning and flailing in the air as they were pulled upward.

Then trees began to rip from the earth. Stones the size of homes. Sections of cliffside. All of it torn free like paper caught in a hurricane, caught in the same invisible grip, forming a writhing spiral in the sky. The swarm rose higher and higher, thousands of bodies dragged mercilessly toward a singular point. In mere moments, the mountain range, once feared and impenetrable was emptied.

And all of it… all of them… were being condensed.

A great sphere had formed above the mountains, enormous and pulsing with chaotic energy. It blotted out the sun, casting a darkness that stretched for miles. Even the city behind them fell into shadow, causing the citizens to look up in awe and confusion.

The sphere groaned under its own weight. Grotesque shapes twisted inside, monsters clawing and writhing, crushed against boulders, trees, and each other. Some attempted to escape, only to be violently yanked back in, screaming.

Then, in the distance, the figure who started it all brought her hands together.

*BOOM*

The sound of air being crushed exploded across the landscape. The sphere began to shrink. Not smoothly. Violently. Like it was being crushed by some divine force. Blood splattered outward in a red mist. Bones snapped audibly. Wings were torn and crushed in silence.

Every second it got smaller. From five hundred meters. To one hundred. Then fifty.

The sky trembled.

The Emperor had taken a step back. His breath caught. For the first time in years, he felt something ancient inside him stir... fear.

Not fear of death. No. Fear of something he could not understand.

Something that made even the strongest men look like ants on a battlefield of gods.

One of his knights whispered, "This is no magic… this is something else."

"How is something like this allowed to exist in the world of men..." Another one gasped.

"Is... Is this the power of a god?" Many weapons fell to the ground, making collective thud sounds.

And then she threw it.

The crushed ball of death was no longer just a mass, it had become a compressed singularity of ruin, howling with the energy of ten thousand slain beasts.

When she hurled it upward, it pierced the clouds with a scream of raw force, vanishing into the heavens like a meteor in reverse.

Silence.

A long, deafening silence.

The clouds parted from the force. Sunlight returned. The Angelia Mountains… were no more. Just a broken, empty scar of earth, with nothing left but silence and rich resources to be claimed.

The guards of both nations stood frozen.

The Emperor slowly sat back down, hands clenched on his armrest. His heart thundered in his chest, but he hid it behind a mask of composure. 'What… what kind of force is that? What kind of monster is that?'

He turned slowly to Meliodas, who finally uncrossed his arms.

"Well," Meliodas said with a casual yawn, "I told you it wouldn't take long."

Makima gave a faint nod behind him. Hisoka was grinning like a child offered candy for the first time.

The Emperor stared at Meliodas.

And Meliodas… just smiled.

'Exactly the reaction I wanted.' He thought, utterly satisfied.

Meliodas uncrossed his arms, placed one hand lazily on his thigh, and with a casual shrug, spoke with a calm, commanding ton. "Originally, I told her to preserve the resources in those mountains… otherwise I'd have just asked her to remove the entire range. Would've made things easier."

His words rolled out so effortlessly. So confident. So impossibly indifferent, as if what they had just witnessed was inconvenient. A chore.

Like burning down a forest just to trim a hedge.

Jircniv Rune Farlord El Nix, Emperor of the Baharuth Empire, the Bloody Emperor himself felt his spine stiffen. His mouth opened slightly, just enough to respond. But no real words came out. Only a shaky breath, followed by a weak chuckle.

"H-Hah… y-you're certainly… thorough, Meliodas-dono."

That was all he could manage.

'Thorough?' That person just committed a mass extinction with a gesture, and the man responsible for commanding treated it like a business deal.

And then… the speck returned.

With a sudden crack of wind, the floating figure that had hovered over the mountains vanished and reappeared in a blur of speed. The pressure hit like a wall of gravity. Everyone's heads snapped toward her as she landed gently on the grass, right in front of them.

A girl.

Short. She looks no older than 15 or maybe 16. Wearing a black dress that stuck on her like a second skin. Slim arms and a petite frame. Green hair floated slightly as if the air itself respected her presence.

"This little girl... did all that...?" The Emperor felt the blood drain from his face.

She was the reward for becoming a king.

[Name: Tatsumaki]

[Anime: One punch man]

[Rank: SS Rank] 

Tatsumaki stood, hands on her hips, and tilted her head with a scowl. Her lips curled into an irritated pout as she glared at The emperor. "Litlle girl? Hah! How dare you call me little girl you weak crown boy, I'm older than you!"

Then she looked at everyone else present. "Ughhh, you guys took your sweet time watching me work, huh? Seriously? I had to pluck each of those pests instead of crushing those mountains in one go like I was doing yard work! My back hurts! And don't even get me started on how filthy and stinky some of them were. You people just sit around while I'm out there risking my precious skin."

She stomped once, a tiny foot tapping against the ground like she was a kid throwing a tantrum.

Makima blinked, slightly surprised but she said nothing. She merely observed.

Hisoka let out a long, gleeful giggle.

"Ahhh~ she's got quite the tongue for someone who could snuff us all out with a blink. I like her."

Tatsumaki turned to him with a death glare.

"Back off, clown. I don't like pervs with weird hair. Were you dressed in the dark?"

Hisoka just laughed harder.

The guards tensed. Even the Emperor's most elite warriors didn't dare draw their blades. They looked to the Emperor, but Jircniv… was too stunned to speak.

This girl was unstoppable. And clearly, completely unfiltered.

And yet...

One look at Meliodas was all it took to see that he wasn't concerned in the slightest. In fact, his expression hadn't changed. Still calm. Still confident.

Then, he spoke.

Just three words.

"Tatsumaki. That's enough."

She froze.

The air around her wavered for a moment as if her power instinctively reacted to her mood. But it immediately calmed. Tatsumaki turned her head, shoulders stiffening. She looked like a child who'd just been scolded by a strict parent.

"…Tch. Fine," she muttered, crossing her arms and floating a few inches off the ground in a silent sulk.

Silence followed.

Jircniv's jaw clenched. His heart raced. 'Absolute control... He controls all of them, they can easily kill him yet... They fear him. This level of loyalty...' A girl with enough power to make the gods jealous, and she shut up from a single sentence.

'All of my schemes. All my strategies… useless. Utterly useless.' At that moment, Emperor Jircniv finally understood the truth. Not as a ruler. Not as a tactician. But as a man.

The man standing in front of him, this calm, smiling demon was not someone to manipulate, intimidate, or rival.

He was someone to serve.

He exhaled deeply, then bowed his head slightly. "Meliodas-dono… you are truly blessed with remarkable subordinates."

Meliodas gave a small shrug. "I know, I might be him."

And behind him, Tatsumaki, despite still floating with a scowl, glanced sideways at her master.

She would never say it aloud, but…

She agreed.

TO BE CONTINUED --->

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