The vast realms were ruled by countless races—each vying for supremacy.
The Celestials ruled the high heavens, their divine bloodlines intertwined with fate itself.
The Demonic Clans lurked in the abyss, their power drawn from corruption and primordial chaos.
The Ancient Beasts reigned over forbidden domains, their flesh and souls older than the stars.
The Nether Spirits whispered from the void, haunting the cycle of reincarnation itself.
The Eldritch Horrors dwelled beyond reality, watching, waiting… for a time when existence would crumble.
Yet, for the first time in eternity, they all turned their eyes toward a single child.
The Silent Killer Moves
Deep within the Magnus Clan's sacred domain, where reality itself was fortified by ancient Overlord laws, an anomaly occurred.
A ripple in space. A breath that did not belong.
The Phantom of Nirvana had arrived.
No mortal, no immortal, no celestial had ever seen his true form. He was neither man nor beast, neither dead nor alive. His existence was a paradox, slipping between dimensions like a shadow without form.
For countless epochs, he had assassinated emperors, shattered dynasties, erased lineages from the annals of history.
Tonight, his target was Alexander Magnus.
A child.
A mere infant in the eyes of the great races.
Yet, even he felt unease.
He did not know why. He did not believe in fate. But the silent warnings of the abyss whispered… this is no ordinary child.
He ignored them.
One strike. One kill.
He descended, dagger in hand—a blade forged from the marrow of a fallen Primordial Beast, capable of severing fate itself.
A guaranteed death.
Or so he thought.
A Nightmare Awakens
The moment the blade neared Alexander's chest, the cosmos rebelled.
A suffocating presence surged outward, distorting the very laws of existence.
And then—the Visions awoke.
The Six Saint Visions Manifest
Golden Buddha —A divine figure of immeasurable radiance loomed behind Alexander, its boundless holy might crushing all darkness.
Chaotic World Tree —Roots of infinite creation surged from the void, binding the assassin, draining his very essence.
Eternal Dao Scripture —Ancient texts fluttered in the air, rewriting the very nature of reality.
Great Sun Divine Furnace —A golden sun ignited, its divine flames ready to reduce anything to purest energy.
Primordial Star River —A boundless cosmic river emerged, flowing through time, severing all ties to fate.
Heavenly Emperor Throne —A golden throne materialized, its presence alone forcing all beings to kneel in subjugation.
The Three Overlord Visions Answer
Overlord's War Banner —A colossal war flag unfurled above Alexander, its presence erasing all fear from the battlefield.
War God's Descent —A phantom of an ancient War God stepped forth, his aura rendering the assassin's blade worthless.
Domination Arena —The entire chamber became an Overlord's domain, where Alexander's strength soared while the assassin's power plummeted.
The assassin froze.
His instincts screamed at him. His soul was suffocating under a force beyond heaven and hell.
For the first time in his eternal career—he felt it.
Fear.
The Death of the Phantom
Alexander's golden eyes snapped open.
In that instant, the assassin ceased to be.
Not slain. Not wounded. Not even obliterated.
Erased.
The cosmos itself rejected his existence.
One moment he was there. The next—he was nothing.
The Phantom of Nirvana, the assassin whispered in fear across all realms, was gone.
A heartbeat later, the entire clan mobilized.
Magnus Tyrannos appeared first, his Overlord's might raging like a cosmic storm. He understood everything with a single glance.
Seraphina Celestia followed, her celestial light bathing the entire chamber, ensuring no lingering threats remained.
The Grand Elders, the Warlords, and the Enforcers arrived, their expressions shifting from wariness to sheer disbelief.
One of them trembled. "That… was the Phantom of Nirvana."
Another whispered, "A being who has slain emperors… destroyed entire sects… yet he was erased instantly?"
One of the warlords spoke. "Should we…"
Magnus Tyrannos silenced them with a glance. His gaze fell upon his son.
Alexander sat on his bed, calm, golden eyes still glowing faintly.
The Overlord smiled.
"The boy has awakened."
Seraphina's celestial gaze softened as she approached. "Are you unharmed?"
Alexander nodded. "It was… effortless."
Silence followed.
But one truth was clear to every member of the Magnus Clan.
This was only the beginning.
The Universe Reacts
The moment the Phantom of Nirvana vanished, shockwaves rippled across the greatest races and factions.
The Celestial Dao Court
A golden-robed oracle trembled. "Impossible… a supreme assassin, erased before he could act?"
The Abyssal Void
A monstrous voice rumbled in amusement. "The little Overlord Saint has fangs."
The Ancient Beast Clans
An ancient dragon, scales older than stars, stirred. "A true predator walks among mortals."
The Nether Spirits
A thousand wraiths howled. "The cycle is broken. He will not obey the laws of reincarnation."
The Demon Clans
A Demon Monarch laughed, eyes burning with hellfire. "If he survives, the heavens will weep."
The Forbidden Ruins
A being of twisted flesh whispered. "He grows too quickly…"
Across the infinite realms, they all took notice.
A being had awakened—beyond fate, beyond prophecy, beyond control.
His name was Alexander Magnus.
And the era of the Overlord Saint had begun.