The Lord Is Too Overbearing

Charybdis was a creature that was born from the power of a God. She was created by Poseidon to help him in his fight against his brother, Zeus, in the Heavenly Throne millennia ago.

When his fight with his brother was concluded, she was immediately kicked out of the Heavenly Throne and sent to the Mortal World. The Demons who had just lost their Authority found her and coerced her to join their group.

She was reluctant at first, but eventually joined the Demons after being reminded of her creator’s betrayal. Poseidon knew he had messed up the moment she was absorbed into the Demon side, but didn’t do anything despite so.

Charybdis had joined a couple of war in the Age of Chaos. Not many people survived the war that she had participated in however, so the story about her was believed to be a mere myth after the end of the Age of Chaos.

“Welcome back, my friend!” Goap exclaimed lightheartedly. “It has been two millennia! How was your long slumber?”

“Goap, how dare you reach out to me after ditching me 2000 years ago?” A cold voice of a woman could be heard echoing in the next moment.

Spurt!

The water surrounding the mouth of Charybdis was shot to the air, almost hitting Goap and his Great Generals. It wasn’t an intentional gesture from her however, so Goap didn’t think he was unwelcomed.

“Now, now. You know we were in a pinch back then when that bastard showed up.” Goap put up his hands. “I wouldn’t have put you here if I really wanted to ditch you, would I? I left you here because I wanted to save you, friend.”

“Hmph! Your mouth is just as sweet as my father’s. I have learnt however that individuals like you are nothing but leasing-mongers. Leave, before you further ruin our already ruined relationship.”

“Shall I give thou my life, will thou forgive me?” Smiling softly, Goap jumped into Charybdis’ mouth much to his Great Generals’ shock.

“My Prince!”

Of course, Jerion, as the oldest Great General, wasn’t included in the group. He knew what his Prince was doing, so he wasn’t surprised in the least bit.

“Relax. Our Prince knows what he is doing,” he said calmly.

“But, General Jerion, that thing… It will kill our Prince!” Bassaret shouted.

“Don’t whine like a baby,” he warned. “Trust me, your senior, and your Prince, who is more powerful than you can think.”

Being exposed to Jerion’s sickening pressure that was enough to make him and his fellow Great Generals tremble, Bassaret stopped arguing with Jerion. All of them turned their head to Goap, and watched as he slowly fell into Charybdis’ mouth.

They gulped nervously as they racked their brain to figure out what their Prince was planning. Just as Goap was about to be engulfed by the darkness of the mouth, a powerful wind was blown out of Charybdis’ mouth.

Whoosh!

Goap stopped falling as he was suspended in the air. A figure emerged from the center of Charybdis’ mouth in the next moment, bringing him to the surface with her.

The Great Generals could only clearly see the figure after Goap and her were just a few meters from reaching the surface. She was a beautiful woman with a blue hair, a pair of blue eyes, a voluptuous chest, and a height of 12 meters.

Her waist was surrounded by ten hound heads, giving a touch of eeriness to her beauty; and instead of human feet, she had long tentacles as her lower body part. She was the perfect mixture of a beauty and a Monster.

“Thank you for not crushing me with your tentacle, Scylla.” Goap smiled as he looked at the gigantic beautiful woman in front of him.

“Hmph! You should thank your luck for I couldn’t detect deceit in your words.”

Scylla was the manifestation of Charybdis’ consciousness; they were the same entity, but they could function independently. When she left Charybdis however, Charybdis wouldn’t be able to show any sign of sentience.

In case that Charybdis was killed, as long as Scylla was still alive, she could always be revived anytime.

“What do you need of me, Goap?” Scylla asked neutrally.

“I need you to invade the Mortal World together with me. Help me retain my Authority, and together, we will exact revenge on the Gods who have ostracized us!”

“… We have failed once, Goap. I don’t think it is wise to provoke my father—”

“Stop calling Poseidon your father, Scylla!” Goap frowned. “A father takes care of his child, not abandons her! If not for the fact that I can’t produce an offspring, I would have been able to show you how great of a parent I am!”

“I call him father not because I see him that way, but because he is my creator. It is nothing that deep.” Scylla shook her head faintly. “Besides, I am referring to the gaze. Can you feel it? All of them are looking at us.”

“I know, but don’t worry.” Goap waved his hand. “We are their least concern right now. They are watching for their nightmare that will soon be or may have been born instead of us.”

“Their nightmare?” Scylla mused. “Oh… It’s about that.”

“Yes, it is about that. So, will you join me?”

Scylla looked at Goap silently for a couple of seconds before eventually nodding her head in agreement. She put him on the edge of Charybdis’ mouth in the next moment, and couldn’t help sighing softly when she saw him smiling gleefully.

Turning to the Stone pillar on her side, she squinted her eyes when she found Jerion. He merely smiled and bowed politely, prompting her to nod her head in response.

When her eyes landed on the rest of Goap’s Great Generals, she quirked her eyebrow at how young they were. She didn’t think they were ready to participate in the war yet.

“The oldest of you is merely 1879 years old. I wonder how the youngest of you managed to become a Great General.”

“I was chosen because our Prince doesn’t have any choice, Lady Scylla.” Bassaret bowed respectfully.

“Hoh? I like your personality, Bassaret.” Scylla smiled softly, whereas Bassaret widened his eyes in surprise. He couldn’t believe she could know his name even though he hadn’t told her about it yet.

Returning her gaze to Goap, Scylla asked, “What do you want me to do now? Wait for the human army to come?”

“I want you to do that,” Goap said with a smile. “Let us give the humans a little surprise.”

“It has been a long time since I last used it, so I will need, at least, a day to do it. Is that alright?”

“We have plenty of time, Scylla. Just take your time.”

Moving out of Charybdis’ mouth, Scylla entered the water. She then stood on the surface of the water, still facing Charybdis.

Goap jumped on her shoulder and watched as she spread her hands. Mana swirled in the center of Charybdis’ mouth before it was shot to the sky like a beam.

The Mana beam looked like a pillar shining in a blinding white light that was piercing the sky. The sky turned dark despite the blinding light; in fact, the entire Southern Sea Region was now as dark as if it was in the middle of the night.

…

Army Camp, BA-32.

Basil, who had been witnessing the entire event in Southern Sea Region through [Visualization], developed a dark look. He had just witnessed something that had never happened in his past life, and he couldn’t help but worry about it.

The Revival of Charybdis or what people liked to call The Return of The Queen of Terror, Scylla, had only happened in the Sixth Outbreak in his past life. Theoretically speaking, the event shouldn’t have happened until the next 4 years.

He was completely baffled by the development of the situation. He couldn’t think of a single thing he had done which had led to this development.

“The change of timeline is a little too much, isn’t it?” He muttered bitterly.

Sighing as he ended [Visualization], he turned his gaze to Iliana, who was gazing at Whitney silently. His body was preserved by a Spell; he looked no different from a living person even though he wasn’t.

Drip.

Basil’s mood turned even more sour as he noticed a tear falling from Iliana’s eyes. The incoming chaos was enough to irritate him, so seeing her cry made him want to just rush to Southern Sea Region and slew Goap, which wasn’t possible.

Standing up, he walked to Iliana’s side, and wrapped his hand around her shoulder to comfort her. She wiped her tears off her face, then turned to him to hug him tightly.

“Let’s bury him in his hometown when the Outbreak is over,” he suggested.

“He doesn’t have a hometown,” Iliana answered with her muffled voice.

“Let’s bury him in the place where all of you want to be buried then.”

“Hm. Let’s do that.”

Rubbing her back comfortingly, he let go of her in the next moment. She took a last look at Whitney before storing his body in her Spatial Bracelet.

Walking out of the tent side by side with Basil, they were immediately greeted by the rest of the students of Rehearsal Class. All of them—even Cray, who had declared he had moved on—smiled forlornly as they received Iliana’s gaze.

None of them said anything as they merely walked away with Iliana, and left Basil alone. Immediately, Edward and his siblings, followed by the Legion Commanders, who had been standing behind Cray and the others, stepped forward.

They expressed their condolences to Basil, and he merely waved it off as he asked them what their purpose of meeting him was. The three Princes looked at each other hesitantly, whereas Edward immediately answered his question.

“Our father has delivered us a message saying that a crisis is going to burst forth in Southern Sea Region. As a Prince, I am not obligated to come; however, I have decided to, and now I am asking your willingness to lead me and my army in the upcoming battle.”

As the other three Princess’ eyes widened at Edward’s straightforwardness, Basil scoffed in amusement. “I didn’t expect you to be someone who is thirsting for Military Merits, Edward.”

“No, I am not.” Edward shook his head faintly. “I have a feeling, however, that this crisis needs to be prevented no matter what.”

Hearing that response, Basil smiled sardonically. Edward wasn’t wrong, but there was no way to prevent the crisis that had already begun.