Mark jolted awake. Screaming but out of him came the cry of a child and it took a few seconds for him to realize what was happening and stopped.

He looked around a pale moon light illuminated the room, he was snuggled into a blanket and laying on top of a soft mattress, he looked at wooden bars. No a crib. He was laying in a crib. It was a simple and small room and except for a nightstand with a candleholder covered in wax and a cabinet, nothing adorned the room. The wood panels looked rugged and he could swear he smelled the tree sap still coming from the planks.

The door slammed open and a massive woman towering in the door frame a giant, rushed over and picked him up and smothered a completely baffled Mark in her bosom.

“Ow sweety are you ok!?” The woman rushed out of the room, still completely smothering him in a bone crushing hug into huge soft …pillows? Yes his brain registered them as pillows.

he looked down at his hands, small and tiny like he himself had held in his own big hand when he had held his own(?) children in his arms. Whenever they had gotten hurt when they were little. He had forgotten those tender soft memories, and for the first time in a LONG time he couldn’t stop it and he started crying his eyes out.

He had been reborn. This was (he assumed) his mother. The way she was frantically shushing him, shaking him like a pepper shaker, only made his crying worse which made the woman panic more.

Strong hands were placed on his back, Mark felt hardened calluses on his back as he was picked up.

“Calm down my love.” A deep voice resonated, and Mark was cradled in hardened arms that were very uncomfortable to be held in.

Mark was shaken out of his crying by the change. Looked up and saw a rugged handsome man with a stoic and calm face, the type that you could insult endlessly and it wouldn’t bother him.

He looked back at his mother, a comely woman, definitely not slim anymore but very charming nonetheless, Mark took great care not to look at the pillows that nearly choked him, the woman was wailing and comforted by her Husband.

“He finally woke Bradford! He finally woke! After three long years he finally woke!”

Mark was stunned, he was 3? And he just woke up after 3 years of being born?

How had they fed him? The logistics of a child not waking up and still getting fed, let alone kept around by his parents, made him dizzy.

“I know Betty your perseverance bore fruit. I knew it would”.

“Ow Bradford…” the two started smooching and for a moment Mark thought they would go to second base right here and now. He could see the sparks flying, he got smushed inbetween, one side hardened muscles and the other side, pillows. He felt both their heart rates and he wiggled to get air.

the two broke off and the woman picked him up again and carried him in her arms looking at Marks eyes.

“It took you a long time, didn’t it little one?” She cooed him.

Mark was a bit embarrassed by the cutesy treatment and turned his head away blushing.

”aaaaw he’s shy with his mommy! How cute”.

Yup totally not embarrassing being a kid with the mind of a 40 year old.

”wait why are those lips so close? No they are too big! No stop! I Don’t consent”!

but it was hopeless he got smooched whether he liked it or not.

the man walked over. And leaned in. Mark couldn’t take it and send him a glare that said “i will fucking kill you, if you dare!”

which didn’t look very threatening from a 3 year old.

But Bradford did stop and frowned, squinting his eyes and searched Mark’s eyes, “intriguing,” he muttered, a small smile tugged at his lips.

“This little one doesn’t seem to enjoy kisses Betty”. He told his wife.

”ow nonsense! he just needs to get used to his mommy and daddy.” Betty cooed. “I mean you think so”? A look of worry and big doe eyes shot at her Husband, and Mark could tell right here and now, that ‘look’, got this woman whatever she wanted, Bradford melted like a complete simp, She looked a hurt. Which made Mark feel guilty,

Obviously she had a lot of pent up love to give. “Ow FUCK! She’s getting to me already no!!! im a big strong man!” Mark wailed internally.

Mark and Bradford shared glances and Mark could swear the man understood something and Bradford smirked. Giving Mark a wink.

“You are absolutely right my dear, you keep giving that kid snuggles and all the love you have.

Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.

its a whole new world for this little one after all he must be experiencing all sorts of scary things”.

Betty needed no further encouragement and Mark got smothered again, struggle as he might, eventually he had to resign.

“Hey Bradford”?

“yes Betty”?

“now that his soul has found its way. He will need a name”.

Bradford took a deep breath and spoke, “After so long for his soul to find its way. His soul must have traveled a long distance on the aether. What name could befit such a child? Already i see intelligence, that doesn’t belong in a newborn, even if that newborn is technically 3.”

Mark pretended to not hear him, “wait a minute, why can i understand them perfectly?” He mused.

Bradford pondered. “Give me some time will you? It must be the right name”.

For a moment mark almost tried to speak but he stopped himself, obviously the circumstances of his birth had been odd and somehow he lucked out being the child of 2 absolute lovebirds by his own estimation. Every time the woman looked at Bradford her heart skipped a beat, he could actually feel the skip.

“Was that your doing Nirvana? Placing me here?” he asked silently. he felt the waterworks coming again and by complete accident he snuggled into betty, who soaked it up and almost squealed but she held it in.

“Bradford my love. You find our boy a good name you hear”? She had tears in her eyes, “we waited 3 years for him, his name can wait for a little longer”.

Bradford nodded and lighted a pipe, sat down by the smoldering embers of a hearth and threw on a few logs and hummed a ditty that his wife hummed along with.

Mark, observed it, he felt the tranquillity, bathed his soul in it and he felt his eyes grow heavy but he stayed awake. He felt it soak into his weary soul and wanted nothing more then to forget his past already.

His bitterness caught up to him. How long would this lovely couple last? He had felt very similar things between himself and his wife and that had gone to shit as well. Still he kept pushing it away not wanting to spoil or Jinx it. Instead he decided to look at the changes thrown onto him by Sadanis.

Tyrant

your role in life is simple. To dominate all life. To enslave or submit all to your will. To this end you have been given the title and discipline of the Overlord. Those of simple minds, and those that seek a master are susceptible and easy for you to control. Your words invoking euphoria with your minions when they successfully complete the tasks set before them. for this purpose you have been bestowed with the knowledge of the language of the common rabble and that of the Tyrant.

Mark who had resigned to read something like this still read the entry over and over. @Yow. Wtf Sadanis? you want me to be Sauron or some shit!?” Mark swore he heard the echoes of diabolical cackling in his mind.

“This is my fucking role in this world?” He could already see his life was going to be a constant test of character. Him giving in to power, a question of when not if. He sighed. “I would have preferred a regular dungeon crawler,” he thought to himself.

he reads on.

Overlord.

you don’t just command those beneath you, you OWN them, once the weak fools break or submit themselves voluntarily to you, full well knowing the consequences. They become bound to your very will. A young budding overlord can bind weak willed servants easily to himself by imparting a small sliver of their souls into their Minions and they will follow his or her every command.

you can dominate up to 4 minions (equal to your domination modifier) directly with your mind.

Mark looked at his parents, still humming, through slits of his eyes. “Hmm i don’t think i should mention this anytime soon. Sadanis really went all out here, holy shit!”

Ominous star

those born under the shadowed star, often awaken the ability to dominate others

Domination (attribute)

Your unnatural ability to command is feared by the masses and the kings and queens of these lands. If only they could understand the greatness of your rule, your Dominance. Add your Domination modifier to your strength and charisma score.

additionally all Attribute perks gained; add 2 of their three points to domination automatically.

Mark looked further through the description of his other attributes, which all gave detailed description on which skill sets were affected, what they did on the side etc. His domination stat besides the fact that it apparently allowed him to dominate the weak and control(?) 4 minions who had to willingly submit to him, which he doubted would happen by choice, had no further uses.

His domination attribute, simply added its modifier to his strength and charisma attribute. The Domination attribute at the moment, was a zero sum investment.

it didn’t add more or less, had he distributed the points in strength or charisma instead. But he had a dark brown suspicion…

“Wait… what is my … oow no, he let out a big fart, ow fuck no! i just took a shit! NOooooOo fuck this tiny body!”

Betty got up, “awwww look at who just made a poopoo~”

“unhand me, you woman”! He tried to scream but out came some garbled baby speak. “Il do it myself”! Still only baby speak.

“yeaaaaaah i know not very comfortable is it~”? Betty kept going, completely oblivious to Mark’s actual plight. Cooing all the way.

”No not those god damn smoochers again! I don’t know where those lips have been!”

His eyes met those of bradford who smirked and had an all knowing smile.

Wait a fucking minute! Mark squinted his eyes, This guy knows ! He fucking knows!

Bradford smirked and chuckled, “do you need a hand love?”

“Ow no, mommy’s got him. Ooo im gonna spoil him rotten.”

many long excruciatingly long embarrassing minutes later, Mark found himself, squeaky clean and swaddled up. Back in his crib.

He would have been asleep if it hadn’t been for the loud noises his parents were making in the room next door. that sweet woman was very vocal about what she wanted Bradford to do.

”Fuck me, those two have stamina. God this is going to be awkward growing up”.

What surprised him the most, was that it didn’t bother him at all, somewhere in the midst of it all he thought he would feel jealousy at the man. Or was it that he had resigned himself to the fact he didn’t actually believe it would last?

He sighs. “Can’t let my stupid past dominate me. I gotta take this chance.”

“Sadanis I promise you”, he growled,

“I will find a way to make you suffer.”

Eventually the tiny overlord fell asleep. His tiny mighty body needed rest.