A Theory on Godhood: An Overlord Story

Chapter 37: Double-Edged

E-Rantel, Former Merchant's District

Touch Me watched over the flock of humans as they were slowly but surely shuffled out of the warehouse, Gazef's men doing their best to keep order amongst the scared and disillusioned.

Those lucky enough to "live" through the horrors of their city's destruction found themselves in nothing more than scraps for clothing, with dirt sullying what little they had on to create some sense of modesty.

The city guard were no better, a rag-tag group of haggard, poorly equipped men with dented armor and dull weaponry. The paladin held no doubt in his mind that if it weren't for the Adventurer's Guild supporting their numbers, they would've fallen long ago.

Crying and the moaning of the sick and dying filled the air, creating a choir of the damned. A light rainfall began to come down on all their heads, the gray clouds blackening to an oppressive shade.

How curious...To know that something else other than acid rain existed. I'd heard in some of the recovering countries that it was becoming more common, and even in some parts of Japan, but to see it like this is something else.

The weather had been like that the entire day. It would suddenly shift from a torrential downpour to a light sprinkle. Very rarely did it ever cease all together, which amazed him at just how similarly volatile the weather could be.

There were some major differences in the rain of his old world and of the new world, but given how quickly it could shift, that remained the same at least. Perhaps it was a sign that things were slowly healing back home.

If he were able, he'd take off his helmet and lean his head back to catch some water droplets on his tongue. He'd close his eyes and allow the moisture to soak in between the plates of his chitin.

Despite the current situation, he found peace in the constant plinking of the rain drops on his armor. His cape would likely get soaked through, but he didn't really care at this point. He didn't really care about a lot of things for a bit, until recently that is.

Thunk!

Touch Me looked down, seeing one of the surviving civilians accidentally bump into him. It was a portly man, having fallen straight onto his bottom when walking into the towering warrior.

"Ay', Ye'r a tall feller alright," the man grumbled, standing back up. "I rememb'r meetin' some like ye a while back. They mus' feed ye real good back where ye' come from."

"I suppose so," the paladin said, "I will admit, I ate rather well, though I couldn't say the same of everyone else back home."

"Wha' else is new?" The man replied, ambling off to rejoin his portion of the herd. The moment his thinning hair left his sight, he vanished from Touch Me's mind. He returned back to enjoying the water dripping onto his armor.

Another presence came to him then, this time not bumping into him, but rather setting themselves up right beside him. He spared a glance down to see that Gazef himself was there.

"Are you doing alright, Sir Sebastian?" The chief warrior asked amicably, watching the procession. "You're not sore or suffering from negative energy sickness, are you?"

A hollow chuckle rang from him. "Hardly. My gear is too well made, and I've never been one to get sore from such an easy fight. I've faced much worse than some undead."

Gazef grunted. "Yes, I suppose you taking down that death knight should've been a better indicator of your capabilities, but I make it a habit to check up on all my comrades regardless."

The "fight" in question was no more than a skirmish, at least for him. It'd been a long time since his glory days in Yggdrasil, but even he could remember that the undead that plagued E-Rantel were nothing more than filler.