My Supreme Lord System : Obey Your Lord
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Hey… my name is Noel. Noel Vence.
I was just a normal university student—a hardcore otaku who spent more time reading web novels than studying. My life was simple: wake up, go to class (or skip it), binge anime, and repeat.
But that normal life shattered in an instant.
It was supposed to be an ordinary evening. I was walking home after another long day, completely lost in thoughts about the latest murim novel I had been reading. Then… it happened.
The sky split apart.
A deafening roar echoed through the city as massive, glowing rifts tore open in the air. From those rifts, dark figures emerged—monsters. Real, living, breathing monsters.
Dungeons had appeared on Earth.
At first, I thought it was a prank, some kind of crazy sci-fi event. But the screams, the blood, the buildings crumbling under the weight of unknown creatures… it was all real. Too real.
I didn't panic. Maybe it was because I had read too many apocalypse stories, but my mind adapted fast. Unlike the terrified crowds running in every direction, I immediately understood the situation. These were low-level dungeons. That meant low-level monsters. But for normal humans… this was a nightmare.
Then, my heart dropped.
Mom.
My mother was sick. My father was overseas for business, leaving her alone at home. If one of these monsters got to our house before I did—
I ran. Faster than I ever had in my life.
The streets were in chaos. Creatures that looked like goblins and kobolds were slaughtering anyone they could find. Buildings were burning, cars overturned. But none of that mattered. I sprinted, dodging through alleys, taking the fastest possible route home.
By the time I reached our house, my hands were shaking. The door was broken.
I stepped inside.
A sharp, gut-wrenching stench filled the air. Blood.
My mother's body lay on the floor, lifeless. A goblin stood over her, a crude knife dripping with fresh blood in its hands.
My mind blanked.
Something inside me shattered. My chest tightened, my breath quickened. Rage, grief, disbelief—all my emotions exploded at once. I couldn't control it.
Then, something impossible happened.
A sharp, burning sensation filled my palm. And in the next moment—
A spear materialized in my hand.
The goblin turned, its yellow eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. It snarled and charged.
I barely reacted in time, lifting the spear in reflex. The goblin's knife scraped against the wooden shaft, sending vibrations up my arms. The impact nearly knocked me off balance.
Too strong…!
Before I could recover, the goblin lunged again. I twisted my body, barely avoiding a stab aimed at my throat. My grip tightened on the spear, and I swung wildly.
The tip scraped against the goblin's side, drawing blood. It shrieked in anger rather than pain, retaliating instantly.
A sharp pain exploded in my left shoulder. The goblin's knife had found its mark.
"Gah—!"
I stumbled back, gasping. Blood dripped down my arm, pain burning through my entire body. But I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop.
The goblin rushed in for the kill.
My mind raced. I had no formal training—just instinct and the stories I had read. But that was enough. I spun the spear, forcing the goblin to step back.
For the first time, hesitation flickered in its eyes.
I pressed forward, stabbing with all my strength. The goblin dodged, but I adjusted my grip mid-strike and swung the shaft instead. The wooden handle cracked against its ribs.
The goblin howled in pain.
I didn't give it a chance to recover. I thrust forward again, this time aiming for its leg. The spear pierced flesh. The goblin collapsed onto one knee.
Adrenaline surged through me. I raised the spear over my head.
Then—
The goblin grinned.
My instincts screamed at me to move, but I was too slow. The goblin lunged one last time, its blade sinking into my side.
I gasped, my vision blurring. Pain roared through my
