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Overlord: Building a Dark Dominion

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Twelve years of dedication to a city-building MMORPG ended not with a logout, but with a descent into a body that wasn't his own. Garrett wakes up in a forest in the year 38 of the New World, exactly one century before the Great Tomb of Nazarick is set to appear. He is armed with the Architect of Epochs system, a support-class survival interface that rewards territorial dominance and architectural tyranny over personal combat. While the Slane Theocracy's shadow looms and Dragon Lords guard their dying magic, Garrett must build monuments that stack reality-altering buffs, knowing that "heroic" path will only stall his growth. In a world that demands a conqueror, he will turn a humble settlement like Marlstone into a fortress capable of weathering an Overlord's ambition. The timer is ticking, and every stone laid is a prayer for survival.
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