Chapter 16: Activation Command (2/2)

Angora courteously refused after a single glance at the black bread that smelled rather sour with some grain shells sticking out of it.

Soon, the young girl happily led Angora to the guest room where he would stay.

“This room is smaller than the toilet back home.”

Angora studied his crude room and grumbled quietly after he placed his belongings by the wall after the girl had left.

It was fortunate that he was the youngest son and had often been given grief since a child, developing a strong ability to adapt. Soon, he had calmed himself and was began to summon the Overlord System once again.

“It is in the emergency of the bandit ambush that the system was activated last time. But I can’t just get a bandit out of nowhere…” Angora muttered, scratching his head. “If I’m not mistaken, there should be some way to open it even during normal circumstances.”

That being said, Angora was still confused about how he should bring out the system interface.

“Open sesame! Hey, come out! Alohomora!”

He tried every command he remembered from stories as well as every incantation from his own magical knowledge (which he didn’t master), but nothing happened.

Indeed, if the system panel did not provide the additional service of the Hitman Genie which saved him from being killed by bandits, Angora would have considered that the Overlord System or whatnot was actually his own imagination.

“There must be something I missed… what could it be…”

He was stroking his chin by instincts as he pondered heavily.

That was when a white ball of light suddenly whooshed out to his blind side. It extended a tentacle that stabbed firmly at his name before disappearing with another whoosh.

Angora did not feel its presence at all. Instead, he had a sudden idea as if given a sign by some deity, with the text on that system page flashing past his mind’s eye.

“O Master of Games, grant us new life…” He unwittingly muttered the words.

Soon, that cool gaming interface appeared before him once more!

“Success! So that’s the command!”

Angora happily jumped on the bed—it was a habit he had whenever he was delighted. The old mayor’s rather broken wooden bed was unable to withstand the impact, however, and collapsed with a crack as it slammed heavily on the floor, bringing Angora with it.

He rolled around in pain, clasping the back of his head.

“My lord, are you alright?” Vela, who had not gone to bed yet, asked in concern when she heard the commotion from outside.

Even if he was a little hurt, his self-esteem as a noble could not stand by having his own subject see him in such a pathetic state.

Hence, holding back tears and struggling against the pain, he mumbled through his lips, “I-I’m fine…”