The Overlord: A Post-Apocalyptic Novel Read Online Free

he always did. He glared up at the atmosphere and let out a tired and begrudged sigh. "I've kept watch on these skies for years, hoping to never find that which I fear. There's much about the old world that you younger joeys don't know. I'll tell you one thing, there's no Space Wizard. He doesn't exist and never did, but there was a man like him once. Disappeared a long time ago. Whatever's left of that man, I fear he hasn't come to bring peace, but returns to pour judgment for the things that we've done."
    My concerned curiosity asked, "What man?"
    "The man who built the world as you know it, or the man who brought it down, depending on one's politics." He turned to me with grim eyes. "The one they call the Overlord."
    Abruptly, Fossil marched off before I could ask any more questions. I decided that the best way to find out my answers was to take Sentria up on her challenge. That way, I could find out what was really going on for myself. Whatever had crashed out there, it was about to set off a chain of dire events.
    There was no magic or myths as Fossil had said, just twisted science and a man who abandoned his nightmare here on Earth. Yet, after all that time, the Overlord might've actually come back. I wasn't going to miss out on being one of the first to see him. Besides, a perfectly good opportunity to do something extraordinary had presented itself. Who in their right mind would want to pass up on jet packs?

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    THE WANDERING STAR
    As for the interception of the so-called Space Wizard, I believe the events are best told by the intergalactic traveler himself. Through events that inevitably transpired, Commander Zero ended up with a mysterious journal in his possession. Left behind in the Overlord's chamber of the Lair, a couple entries shed some light on what exactly happened when he came back to Earth.
    Now a confiscation of the United Corps, the journal appears incomplete with several missing entries. Its only contents reveal nothing on what he might've been doing in space for all that time. It was as if the other entries had been purposely omitted, like there was something he didn't want people to know about. The world may never know what was actually on those lost pages, but at least his last two entries were found fully available. I think he meant for someone to find his last words.
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    I am Dr. Deadstock. In the old world, I was an energy scientist. Before that time came to its end, I was going by another title. The people called me the Overlord, but that was ages ago. Now days, I'm not really sure what I should be called. I've roamed through both light and darkness in the endlessness of the great void beyond. In doing so, I've become something of a lonely Space Wizard than anything as tangible or real as a scientist.
    When you look up to a clear night sky, what do you see? You see stars of course, but what if I told you there were stars between the stars? You just can't see them for they're as black as the night that surrounds them. In the vacuum of the consuming dark, they'll often lose their place and wander through time and space. I am such a dark and wandering star, a forbidden light. It sounds like a fairytale, I know, but I assure you it's nothing short of horror.
    These musings stem from a constantly agonizing notion in the back of my head. It tells me that I'm no longer human. My anatomy has changed from an experimental procedure. I've become my own monster. From the outside, I appear to be a man of organic matter, but underneath, I'm filled with synthetic life. My veins flow with the power of the Blood Tech and its secrets, the first human to ever make the symbiosis. I vow that I'll be the only one too.
    In my effort to keep the Blood Tech battery hidden from mankind's clutches, I took an inhuman measure to make it impossible to steal. Infused with my own heart, I have concealed the Wandering Star. The process changed me. It changed the world around me. I am unlimited now, invincible. I am the very