[... You have drawn the attention of the gods…. Your wish has been granted as you stated.]
'Really? I was expecting some BS.' Vector thought, blinking at the message before it faded. But the proof was already there — he could sense the Gate of Babylon, feel it sitting somewhere just beyond his reach and yet completely within it at the same time.
More than that, he felt how it had already begun working on him. The empowerment was subtle, barely noticeable if he hadn't been paying attention. A faint warmth running through his muscles, a sharpness settling behind his eyes. It was small for now, but he could tell — every week, his capability would double.
"If this were granted, I wonder what others are like," Vector said, before pausing mid-sentence. His voice had dropped. Not dramatically, but enough that he noticed — a fuller, steadier tone than what he was used to hearing come out of his own mouth.
His Gate of Babylon was already at work, perfecting his being down to the smallest detail, turning him into something closer to a living treasure than a regular person.
"Status window," Vector said softly.
[Name: Vector Smith
Age: 17 Years Old
Race: Human
Bloodline: None
Level: 0
Ability: Gate of Babylon
Item: Everything
Mount: None]
"Mount? What mount should I find?" He stared at that last line for a second longer than the rest, then shook it off. "Anyways, let's see."
A button sat at the bottom corner of the translucent window hovering in front of him. He tapped it, and the status window shifted, rearranging itself into what was labeled the Overlord's menu.
He noticed the chat function right away — a blinking icon in the corner that practically begged to be opened — but he ignored it for now.
Instead, he went straight for the map, which expanded outward the moment he selected it, showing his current territory in a rough overhead layout. Ten thousand square meters. That was it. Barely anything. A patch of land most people would walk across without thinking twice. But he didn't care much about that for now. There were more important things to look into.
He pulled up the summons tab next, and a new set of options spread out across the window. He currently had one free Golden Gate Summon available. According to the breakdown, there were three types of summon gates — Copper Gate, Gold Gate, and Red Gate.
Copper Gate gave five free summons once a week, with the option to use coins for additional pulls. Gold Gate required Overlord Coins. And lastly, Red Gate needed something called Rainbow Coins.
Each gate was split into five tiers of summons: 1x, 10x, 50x, 100x, and 1,000x.
For Gold Gate specifically —
1x summon costs 10 Overlord Coins.
10x summon costs 90 Overlord Coins, and came with a 50% chance of pulling at least one 6-star summon.
50x costs 400 Overlord Coins, with a 50% chance of pulling at least six 6-star summons.
100x costs 750, with a 50% chance of at least fifteen 6-star summons.
And 1,000x costs 7,000 Overlord Coins, with at least a 50% chance of pulling 200 6-star summons.
"I don't have those coins. Looks like they're system-original…" Vector frowned at this. The same went for the Rainbow Coins — he didn't hold those either, which was an annoyance. His Gate of Babylon held every treasure imaginable, but apparently system-specific currency wasn't part of the deal. So, how did one even get Overlord Coins?
He searched around the menu until he found a description buried in the help section.
[Overlord Coins] — Overlord Coins are gained from trading with the Overlord System. It converts weapons, gold, and other forms of goods into Overlord Coins.
'That simple?' Vector thought.
Seeing that, he summoned a random sword from his Gate of Babylon — nothing special, just a standard blade — and tried to feed it into the system's trade function. The system rejected it instantly.
[This item has been rejected, as it is linked to a power that can call it back. Please, offer something else.]
'So close.' Vector thought with a small smile, not particularly bothered. He'd figure that out later. For now, he shifted his attention to what else the Overlord System had to offer.
There was a system store, and scrolling through it revealed a surprisingly wide selection — powerful weapons, dungeon keys, and even mines that could be placed within one's territory to generate resources over time.
'Looks like one can build a temple to increase the chances of getting higher-grade summons.' He thought, eyes moving quickly across the options. That sparked an idea, and he turned his attention inward, reaching into his Gate of Babylon.
It only took a moment. Within the endless treasury, he found exactly what he was looking for — temples. Dozens of them. Many could increase his chances of getting powerful summons by 100%, and some offered bonus summons on top of that, along with effects he hadn't even begun to sort through yet.
But then he stopped, because something else had caught his attention. Something that made his eyebrow rise slowly.
[Ring of Absolute Luck] — This ring gives the person wielding it an inescapable blessing of limitless luck, so great that it transcends the boundaries of conventional probability. Their luck is so profound that it warps the fundamental structures of reality itself. This means they can defy the laws of causality and rationality, navigate through life without fearing any consequences whatsoever, and craft their destinies according to their desires. So long as something doesn't have an absolute 0% chance of happening, this ring can ensure that it has a 100% chance of happening. Once per month, this ring has the power to take something that has a 0% chance of happening and temporarily have it become 100%.
Vector stared at the description for a long moment, then pulled the ring from the treasury without a second thought. The moment it slid onto his finger, the world around him shifted.
It wasn't violent or dramatic — it was more like blinking and realizing the picture had changed while your eyes were closed. One moment, he was standing in the middle of a damp, fog-choked swamp. The next, he was surrounded by open grassland. Trees stretched out in every direction, healthy and tall, their leaves catching light that actually felt warm against his skin. Clean water ran through a stream nearby, and the air smelled fresh — not the stale, rotting dampness from before, but something alive. Resources everywhere he looked.
After all, what were the chances that he had been dreaming all along? That in truth, he had never been in a swamp at all, but in an area overflowing with everything he could need?
"Looks like I was really dreaming," Vector said with a smile. He knew full well he hadn't been dreaming. But his luck had just bent reality hard enough to make the question worth asking, even if only for a moment.
Now, with the ring on his finger, even the weakest summon gate had become a goldmine. A Copper Gate had a 0.001% chance of pulling a 6-star. Nearly impossible odds for anyone else. For him, it was practically guaranteed.
Vector let himself enjoy that thought for a second, then turned his attention to the Overlord chat group. He wanted to see how the other Overlords were handling things — if people were panicking, organizing, or just losing their minds. But more than that, a quieter concern sat in the back of his head.
His little brother. His elder sister. His mother, who had been ill even before all of this started. The worry was there, pressing against the edges of his thoughts, but he pushed it down. He was lucky now. Luckier than anyone alive. They would be okay.
He opened the chat.
[Spiderhater] — Guys, how do we change our names? I didn't get the chance to pick a username. I mean, I hate spiders, but I don't want to come off as racist if there are spider people walking around.
[The Diet Final Boss] — Fuck you, look at my username!
[BunnySlayer] — I'm selling wood. Anyone who needs wood, contact me.
[Magic Monarch] — I'm selling clean water at the low price of 1 Overlord Coin per 5 oz.
Vector studied the messages for a while, scrolling through the steady stream of noise. Most of it was useless — complaints, confusion, people arguing over nothing. But mixed in with the garbage, he noticed a pattern.
Some people were already smart enough to take advantage of whatever resources they had nearby, flipping them into Overlord Coins through trade with other players. Selling directly to the system might not be as profitable, but selling to other Overlords who were desperate? That was where the real money was.