Perfect Villain Life: Universal Job Change

Chapter 236: The Overlord of Slaughter

Watching his entire retinue of Khorne Berserkers get annihilated in an instant, Prince Liza’s expression turned grim.

It wasn’t because he mourned their deaths.

Despite the fact that those Berserkers had loyally followed him for over a century, as a prince of the Third Sovereign Court, Liza had no such thing as “human emotions.” His soul held only bloodlust and slaughter.

What truly shook him was that Qin Xian had shown him zero respect.

He was, after all, a royal heir, a direct descendant of the Overlord of Slaughter. That name alone should’ve inspired fear—even reverence.

Taking a deep breath, Liza quickly reined in his fury. His voice was low, but steady: “My lord, may I ask… has your anger been appeased?”

He desperately wanted to return to the Third Sovereign Court and report what he had just witnessed. A new Void Overlord had emerged—a being whose existence would certainly shake the balance of power in the Void.

For countless eons, there had only ever been seven Void Overlords. Now, there was an eighth.

Just as he turned to leave—

He froze.

Around him, once more, the terrifying deathflames of the Void surged forth, encircling him entirely.

Liza spun back around, and what he saw made his heart drop. Qin Xian was smiling again—cold, cruel, merciless.

Only now did Liza understand. Qin Xian didn’t just intend to kill his warriors…

He intended to kill him too.

“Wait! My lord, I’m a prince of the Third Sovereign Court! I carry the blood of the Overlord of Slaughter! You can’t kill me!”

His voice cracked in disbelief, tinged with panic. But Qin Xian’s burning blue eyes showed only disdain.

A prince of the Third Sovereign Court? So what?

From what Qin Xian had learned, the Overlord of Slaughter had over seven hundred children—Liza was merely one of many. And even that wasn’t excessive.

The Second Sovereign Court’s Overlord of Decay was said to have birthed hundreds of thousands of offspring.

In other words, being a prince didn’t mean much at all. Especially not when Liza wasn’t even a Void Lord, merely a High-Ranked Void General. His status among his siblings was far from impressive.

Even if Liza had been the favorite son of the Overlord of Slaughter…What of it?

Qin Xian was a Void Overlord. In the Void, no power, no title, no bloodline could make him yield.

The deathflames surged.

Faced with annihilation, Liza howled and unleashed his own bloodline. His body exploded in size, swelling with raw chaos and destruction. His skin ignited with Infernal Khorne Fire, and his roar shook the Void.

As the son of the Overlord of Slaughter, Liza had inherited a portion of his father’s divine fury. His strength surged, muscles turning to steel, and he charged forward wielding a titanic battle axe, every swing screaming of death and war.

But it was meaningless.

Qin Xian, in his Void Overlord state, wielded power that rivaled even an Oracle Knight at peak. Liza was a child in comparison.

With casual ease, Qin Xian parried the first blow, then retaliated with crushing force. The Void shuddered. Black tentacles erupted around Liza, binding him from every direction.

His eyes widened in terror.

The surrounding space had been completely sealed—a realm unto Qin Xian’s will. That was the true power of a Void Overlord: not just strength, but control over the laws of the Void itself.

Liza panicked.

Desperate, he screamed into the darkness:

“Father! Save me!!!”

He began calling upon the will of his father, the Overlord of Slaughter—a being of boundless power who dwelled eternally on the Chaos Wastes, ceaselessly thirsting for blood and carnage.

That god did not care for good or evil.

Even a human fighting Void creatures, if they cried out the Overlord’s name in a moment of slaughter, might receive a divine boon in exchange for their soul.

His only price was blood, and endless killing.

Every person blessed by the Overlord would be plunged into madness, their mind consumed with the urge to kill, to bathe the world in red.

Only the Third Sovereign Court could harbor such cursed beings.

But now, as Liza called out with all his soul—

Nothing answered.

And slowly… his power began to fade.

The Blessing of Slaughter was receding.

He’d been abandoned.

Why? Because the Overlord of Slaughter despised cowards.

If Liza had fought to the bitter end—if he had died on his feet with battle in his heart—his father would have descended with power unimaginable.

But instead, he hesitated. He feared. He cowered before the title of Void Overlord and chose escape over war.

So he was forsaken.

Even his own strength drained away—his bloodline dispersed, his divine spark extinguished. The moment he faltered, he became nothing.

The blue deathflames consumed him. In a blink, the prince of the Third Sovereign Court vanished into ash, erased without a trace.

A prince, slain in silence.

Qin Xian stood still, brow furrowed slightly. He could feel it now—a mighty will had taken notice of him.

The Void trembled and ahead of him, space began to fracture. And through the rent in reality… emerged eyes. Colossal, blood-red, like twin stars of slaughter.

They stared down from beyond dimensions.

Qin Xian’s expression remained unmoved as he knew what this was.

The will of the Overlord of Slaughter had awakened and it was watching him.