Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"Loser! I've already given you two chances!"

The hoarse roar stimulated everyone's eardrums and stirred up a foul-smelling black wind. In this gust of wind that seemed to be a domain, the holy emblem in Victoria's hand flickered and finally went out! Together with the spell it cast, it was annihilated under this terrifying power!

"A priest from Heim?" In the blink of an eye, Victoria felt as if a powerful gaze had swept over her entire body. Just one glance almost corroded her whole body. "I remember we had an agreement: no priests allowed!"

"Not to mention the priest of Helm!"

“Yes, yes, yes,” the face of the vampire Count who was being held tightly had an abnormal purple-red color, which was a sign that his body was about to be crushed alive. He gasped with difficulty, as if he was still a living person, “But, but I didn’t ask for this, I’m not the leader! My lord, please understand!”

Ron felt the gaze falling on him, and the strong corrosive feeling that Victoria had just felt was equally pressing on his shoulders, but soon, a few faint breaths slowly evaporated from Ron's brain, heart and navel, isolating him from the terrifying pressure. Perhaps realizing that his power was blocked, the being in the deeper darkness let out a light sigh.

"You are...you are not from this world?"

Ivy and several of her companions immediately cast inquiring glances at Ron, but they were not too surprised. After all, in this multiverse, this was not a very rare thing.

“No wonder you fell from the sky at that time…” The goblin hunter muttered softly and shrugged his shoulders.

"Yes." Ron licked his lips. He could feel the auras that protected him and could probably guess some of their origins. In this case, he didn't need to worry too much for the time being and could just admit it truthfully.

After all, even if he deliberately concealed this kind of thing, it would be meaningless. The other party's strength was far superior to his. Since he had already seen the clues, it would not be difficult to force the result. It would be more convenient for everyone.

"Hmm...it turns out to be you, the guy who fled here with a bunch of goblins and refugees." The being seemed to have known about Ron's existence for a long time, but this was also the reason why it was surprised. "I never thought that you could make it this far. You didn't die in the internal fight between the goblins and refugees?"

"In the face of greater survival pressure, other disputes can be temporarily put aside." Ron slowly placed his hand on the alchemy backpack behind him, but even he knew that everything in it might not be of any use. "Contradictions are divided into major contradictions and minor contradictions, and the aspects of contradictions are divided into major aspects and minor aspects."

"It sounds reasonable, but no matter which wise man said this, it is definitely not your perception. If you really understood this, you would have left the delusion land immediately instead of always looking for this place," the existence laughed coldly, "but it doesn't matter, because I also have 'main contradictions' and 'secondary contradictions' here."

"It's definitely not just good luck or bad luck that you can find this place. You should also know something about the situation in the Delusion Land. I only ask you one thing: do you want to play the poker table?"

"Like those big devils or demon lords."

When these words were spoken, not only Ron, but everyone including Gillianis was stunned. Everyone had a general guess about the other party's status, but no one expected that it would be asked so directly.

"That depends on what kind of game this is," Ron paused. "If it's the dealer taking all, then I'm sorry to decline."

“Those big devils and demon lords don’t think so,” the being sneered again, “The dealer will always win, but the players won’t necessarily lose everything—at least after losing many times, some beings are still trying to win back.”

"This is just the mentality of a gambler, and a wealthy gambler at that." Ron counted the people he had met in his mind: members of the royal family of the Hailan Empire, double believers of the devil and demon, a lord favored by the dealer himself, and a plant giant that was probably created by it himself - what about him?
His territory is an ultimate patchwork of monsters, from humans, elves, dwarves to goblins and kobolds. Although they can still live together, no one can tell how long this situation can last.

So, why did the other party invite me?
"It's simple, because you are one of the few guys who have begun to sort out the veins of delusion." In the darkness, the giant claw covered with black scales seemed to loosen the restraints on Count Richthofen. As the vampire's violent breathing gradually subsided, the voice of the owner of the giant claw also sounded, "Every successful lord has lofty ambitions and a long-term vision, but they overlook one point: before the foundation is solid, all plans for the future are nothing but illusions and castles in the air."

"Lyan is like this, he only cares about recovering his homeland; Faramar is like this, she is bent on eliminating the demons; Nuhawa is like this, he is planning to counterattack Chibwa after the 'revival'. As for this guy..." The claws pinched the vampire in his hand like a toy, and the latter immediately let out a scream, "In his pursuit of power, he caused his wife and daughter to be separated, his country to be destroyed, and his family to be ruined. He is neither human nor ghost, and he still got nothing."

The vampire wizard subconsciously shrank back behind Ron. Fortunately, the being seemed to have little interest in her and didn't care who had deprived Richthofen of his power. "Aren't all these your faults?" Ron listened to the other party pointing fingers at the losers and finally couldn't help interrupting it. "Or do you want to excuse yourself and say that these have nothing to do with you?"

"No, I had something to do with all of this. I even did some of it myself," the other man admitted without any intention of defending himself. "But you should think about this: if you are going to eat a potato, do you eat it when it is still intact? Or when it sprouts or even rots?"

"That's a truth. I'm just making sure my own interests aren't harmed."

"Then why are you telling me all this? You could just keep waiting and show up when I'm about to 'sprout'."

"Because I can't wait any longer!" Ron's question seemed to have touched the other party's sore spot, and the hoarse roar sounded again, "I have tried not to interfere as much as possible, but the result is that almost every civilization is not to my liking! Every one! The examples I cited are just the food that you know and are relatively edible. In the corners you don't know and under the strata, there are even more losers!"

"I can't even eat them. I can only let them rot and waste my time! I have a nearly infinite lifespan, but I don't have infinite patience!"

When the emotions of this being fluctuated violently, the entire delusion land trembled: "I can't care so much. Even if it's just a pot of stew, it's much more nutritious than mashed potatoes! And you, you are the most recent force to appear here, and you are still looking for the shadow of the past."

"Let me tell you in person: Very good! You are on the right track! You should keep going! Until I can take over all the power you have built!"

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I won't kill any cards that have appeared on the card table, or anyone who has sat on the chair. You are all witnesses to my feast!"

"Originally I should have shown up later, but since you found this place and my previous arrangements, it might be a good idea for me to inform you in advance: your general direction is correct, but there are problems with the details! This makes me very unhappy!"

The corner of Ron's mouth twitched. He could clearly sense the other party's impatience from the other party's tone, so... he decided to ask for clarification in order to continue to cause trouble for the other party.

"Appreciate further details?"

Is there anything that doesn't suit your taste? I'll keep working on it.

"What you should create is a real kingdom or even an empire, not a patchwork of ants - those bugs that cannot be called intelligent creatures at all, you should eliminate them all!" This "dealer" in the delusional land spoke frankly, without any regard for the face of the person involved.

"(Goblin curse)! Son of a rat, I can't stand it anymore!" Driver angrily tore off his cloak and threw it to the ground, "Ron, I'm going to fight this big ass that keeps farting!"

"What if I don't intend to do what you ask?" Ron held the goblin hunter's shoulder to prevent him from rushing forward, "What are you going to do?"

"It's very simple. Just change to someone who is obedient, isn't it?" In the darkness, a pair of eyes as dark as obsidian suddenly lit up, as if to absorb all the darkness around them. "Don't worry, although this is only the second time I have actively intervened in the development of civilization, I have seen the methods of those Abyss and Purgatory guys more than once."

"Since you are not prepared to cooperate with me, I will have to choose someone who is willing. This is an old acquaintance of yours. You probably won't have any aversion to him, right?" As the pair of eyes got closer, the voice of that existence became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared into the darkness along with Count Richthofen. "I will take this loser away. Every second he moves outside is a great insult to me!"

"As for you - except for the man from another world and the disgusting goblin, the rest of you don't care whether you live or die," the vicious voice echoed in the room that was no longer shrouded in darkness, and a tall elf figure was completely exposed in front of everyone, "Have fun with old friends."

"Mindatis." (End of this chapter)