Disclaimer: I do not own Overlord just like it

I will admit my conundrum. It was suppose to be a longer chapter but my brain just froze trying to get in that flow, that knowing what I want to write space in my mind. Hopefully this chapter isn't as confusing as people say it is, but I know some of you give me a chance because you like my imagination. Thank you and please enjoy.

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Rui was in such a hurry to catch up to Iaragon and Sanna he forgot to burn the undead corpse. He was small yet being a ninja and a mage gave him adroitness amount of stamina. This chase was tiresome. He wished something would happen. As if the gods were rewarding him for his efforts, a person went through one side of the wall to the other as if they were shot out of a ballista.

Although the person was launched fast, Rui could see it was Evileye.

"Ms. Evileye!"

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But before he could follow her…he heard footsteps.

Allom singlehandedly burned two undead corpses without the use of any fire magic. First he poured a tonic that worked as an accelerant on them. Second, he snatched one of the overhead metallic trinkets and shaved his knife on it until sparks skidded off the metal setting it ablaze. Third, he cut two ends of the long carpet under his feet so he could roll up the bodies before flames spread.

Upon finishing he trekked the way Rui and Iaragon also Sanna went.

'Just walking alone in a creepy hall all by my lonesome; not like there's anyone who can nock an arrow at me.'

Suddenly, he heard the bellowing of someone in pain. Taking a deep breath, he jogged down the hall. Although he told himself no one could nock an arrow at him, he tilted his head just to be prepared for any surprises. He jogged past the hole in the wall and the two charred undead bodies, but he wouldn't stop until he saw any sign of his friends.

He suddenly stopped, buoyed by the sounds of footsteps. He quickly posed in his fighting stance and spoke three useful martial arts: "Reinforce Armor! Monkey Arms! Lion's Heart!"

He was emanating the skills all good warriors should have, bellowing a command to the unseen things approaching.

"Any closer and I'll show you my two sharp swords!"

Anticlimactically, the ones that strolled into the area were his own party members. Sanna was in front followed by Rui and Iaragon.

"Your such an incessant goof." Sanna commented.

Allom, feeling foolish, sheathed his blades.

"Okay, I'll be the first to say it..." Allom took a moment to catch his breath—and then "We almost died and even someone with no ordain of becoming a holy knight will admit…it was Divine Intervention that we are all still alive!" he exclaimed.

"Wrong!" Sanna snapped. She frowned with her hand outstretched and her finger out then lowered her hand to talk a little less ecstatically. "We are still alive because Iaragon came up with the idea to enhance ourselves before that battle. It's that brilliant order that's why we were victorious."

"What we fought was nothing to celebrate victory over." Iaragon told them, gazing at a wall all the incandescent light seemed to be shinning on.
In that wall was a carving: IF GHOSTS DON'T EXIST IT's PROBABLE THERE IS NO AFTERLIFE

Iaragon no sooner read the heckling words of condescension than he trembled. At first he was quiet then he couldn't hide the shaking in his nape and arms. He finally laughed in a low, nervous way.

"He's using us…why can't he just kill us now?"

Rui thought it was beneficial to read what had Iaragon laughing like a leper forced into exile. He closed his eyes until only a small slit—his pupils—could read the warning one word at a time.

He stood solemnly, quietly, scratching his head under his strawhat seeing it as a question rather than a coy. Then like electricity—their storm kind not Dack's kind—it hit him.
"Because no one cared about them."

Allom and Iaragon looked at him while Sanna escaped into the gaping hole in the wall. Since Rui was so small Allom had to squat down to make eye contact.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"I mean no one cares about someone so they choose to come back. When someone cares about you it's as if your never gone…like you came back from the afterlife. Ghosts must be shown no one cares about them so they come back to scare us to remember. I mean…that's what it means…he can't be saying there's no afterlife to look forward to."

Before Allom or Iaragon could say anything about this message a beam of light cascaded through the ceiling revealing a visible path like a parallel swath. Every wall looked the same other than the wall Sanna emerged from glowing circular plates of putty she took from the recession. She tossed one of each to her three companions, sauntering through the hall illuminating it through the swath. All three were just as befuddled by her taking the lead as her creating a gaping hole in the wall. She looked back, a smirk crossing her lips in a crowd of gloomy boys.

"We have a dilettante demon to kill. Follow me."

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Evileye dashed from something long, sweat glistening, and stretching after a black caster like her. Running usually wasn't a go to for a mage also a vampire princess, but flying just made her more susceptible to being captured by a demon with a long reach.

At ground level she couldn't move away right before the tentacles lashed at her.

"Teleporta—"

She stopped; or rather she started but something vile was creating a lock on her teleportation. She was hit right on her blindside and sent crashing through the wall. She passed a stupefied Rui on the way through, and went into a room filled entirely with light, which for a vampire was utter torture.

She raised her head ready to hurt those tentacles back for the pain inflicted on her, no matter how fast her body recovered from it. After looking and waiting for a tentacle to emerge from that dinky gaping hole she crashed through she learned nothing was coming out. It miraculously stopped chasing her.

Her escape was temporary. Whoever or whatever lived in this castle wanted her to reach the door she found facilely in the middle of the hall. The door was an eerie kind of red that was unprevalent in this world, only found in her own eyes, had doorknobs in the shape of the tentacles that chased her, and had its own rafter keeping hooks in the shape of tentacles descending from the bottom.

Evileye was not impressed.

"You dilettante fool. You simpleton. I can sense your mana."

Inside was a hazel skinned demon with glasses and jelled white hair resembling a mole swiveled to a chair hoping to see another face to look at before perversing it. Although he didn't mind sitting down soaking in the opulence of his private room, he wondered why she wasn't opening the door to confront him.

'Kids these days…always have to check their hair three times before greeting their—'

Before he, who gave up sitting down, could open the door and see her from there…a giant icicle perforated through his ceiling and came crashing down on his octagonal tiles. She then descended with levitation like a cascading moonlight.

Although shocked at first, a smirk crossed his dark face.

"Welcome to my humble abode wary traveler." He greeted, his voice tinged with malice.

Evileye being the reticent black caster she was said nothing; he a lot more to rant about anyways.

"I was expecting more of you to come. In fact, I remember sending out almost a dozen invitations." He feigned a pouting face expressing his disappointment.

"Well, want to tell me who you are and what you're doing here?" Evileye told him he question she's been asking herself internally. "What is your name and this brain child you lure adventurers with?"

Compared to his flamboyant voice her voice was a lot like gravel. He stroked his chin, receding back into his bedazzled chair with gems embedded in the arm rest, he swiveled his chair around twirling I so fast he looked like a smudge in a hurricane. Finally, he jumped off his chair and shot his arms in the air, mouth so wide open all his teeth were showing including his eight fangs, two fangs adjacent to one another with four on top and four on the bottom.

"Because every good scientist needs a guinea pig."

His answer was so asinine it almost made Evileye caterwaul from its stupidity. With no answer or retort that could be counteract to this demon, she cast a spell.

"Blood Imbue Magic Arrow!"

Unlike her 1st tier Magic Arrow this one was crimson veined only purpler in color. She nocked it from her shoulder at the demon that stood perfectly straight, like she only hurled a flechette at him.

"Polymelia Tentacle Flurry: Four Tentacle Shield!"

On the upper back of the demon's back sprouted four tentacles lubed and slimy. The right tentacle near his neck caught the arrow by the tip while the other three reeled back and smashed the arrow to magic dust. He reveled in his accomplishment.

"Even my best guinea pigs can't take on an admantite adventurer without help, but I once had a master you couldn't hold a handle towards." There was clear elation on his face wriggling his six large tentacles before the staggering vampire mage. "I'm so titillated by this fight I feel FABULOUS!"