Re-Overlord: I Can Acquire Anything!-Chapter 94: Infiltration

Igaris had only one goal tonight: to reach the man known as his father and deliver the truth.

But just then, his ears twitched as his senses catching something he couldn’t ignore.

Two voices echoed through a hallway nearby.

A tall man with a commanding presence and sharply handsome features was striding down the corridor. His thick, bushy eyebrows and confident posture marked him as someone of status. But he was stopped by a shorter man—humble in appearance, but clearly agitated and excited.

"Master! Master!" the short man called from behind, catching up. "We’ve finally located Dorothy!"

The man addressed as Master raised an eyebrow, his footsteps halting. He turned slowly with a smirk twisting across his lips.

"Are you sure this time, Alfred? Or is this just another of Roxanne’s clever little tricks?"

But Alfred didn’t flinch. His voice was confident now.

"No, Master. I’m certain this time. Our sensor traps on the city’s outskirts picked up the signal. Madam Roxanne is definitely nearby—just outside the city."

A glint of cruel satisfaction lit the Master’s eyes.

"Oh?" he chuckled darkly. "So little sister came to play rescue again..."

His smirk widened into something feral.

"But this time, she has no idea what she’s walking into."

He turned sharply. "Prepare the S-Rank Combat Units. Today, We will capture her, no matter the cost."

His voice dropped to a snarl. "Without her, that damned spirit won’t reveal another secret."

And with that, he stormed off—his footsteps echoing like a war drum.

Igaris stood just beyond the thick wall to their right, hidden in shadow.

His fists clenched tightly.

His face was a storm of frustration.

He hadn’t expected this at all. He didn’t know they’d set traps outside the city—waiting to catch Roxanne. And what struck him hardest... was the way that man spoke of her.

His own sister.

Biological siblings. Blood family.

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Igaris gritted his teeth.

He still couldn’t fully grasp human nature. Not the twisted kind.

"I have to hurry," he whispered to himself. "If there’s anyone who can save them... it’s probably him. If I face the S-Ranks again now, I’ll end up just like last time."

There was no room for error. No room for pride.

Without wasting another second, he turned and continued his path, following the map toward the underground cellar—the hidden entrance to the place where the man he once called father was imprisoned.

The night air grew heavier as Igaris followed the narrow, overgrown path marked on the map. It twisted behind the estate, far from the main gates, leading toward a long-forgotten section of the grounds.

There, beneath the gnarled roots of an ancient tree and hidden behind a collapsed stone altar, was the entrance—just as Roxanne had said.

A worn hatch, rusted at the edges and buried under layers of dirt and moss. It would be invisible to anyone without prior knowledge.

[ Earth Manipulation: Activated ]

With a wave of his hand, the soil shifted and pulled away like water, revealing the hatch in full. He knelt and touched the cold metal.

Locked. Mechanical and Runic.

A lesser infiltrator might have stopped there.

But Igaris wasn’t lesser.

[ The Architect’s Eyes: Activated ]

Golden geometric patterns flickered in his eyes as he examined the Runic locking mechanism. Symbols of energy revealed themselves, twisting like veins through the metal.

He studied them for a moment... then smiled faintly.

[ Phantom Shift: Activated ]

Instead of forcing the lock open, he simply passed through it. His body dematerialized for a split second and reassembled silently on the other side.

The air inside the cellar was damp and cold. Stale.

Only the faint hum of old Runes buzzed in the background, lighting up the faint blue lines that crawled across the ceiling like veins.

He moved stealthily, descending a winding staircase wrapped in stone and iron. The further down he went, the heavier the pressure became.

This place wasn’t just a prison. It was a containment facility.

Designed not just to hold, but to suppress.

Finally, the stairway opened into a vast chamber. Its center was occupied by a large, reinforced crystal cell. Glowing chains of Runic enforcement hovered in the air, binding a lone figure suspended within.

Igaris’s breath caught in his throat.

There he was.

The man whose blood he inherited.

The one whose fate had been twisted by love and responsibility.

The impossibly handsome Higher Spirit.

He had long black hair, chiseled face and tall stature, just like Igor.

And yet... the man inside the cell wasn’t looking at him. He stared blankly ahead, hus eyes dimmed but alive, like a flame burning low.

Igaris stepped forward, his voice calm but heavy with purpose.

"Father... I’ve come."

The man’s ears twitched as soon as he heard those words. They echoed faintly, yet unmistakably, carrying a tone he had not heard in so long.

It was the voice of his son: Igor.

It had been years and yet he still remembers the voice.

He turned toward the source, his heart suddenly heavy with confusion and hope. But when he looked, there was nothing. No one. Just the same cold walls of his prison and the quiet hum of Runes and machines.

Was he hallucinating again?

His heart ached. It had been so many years since he last saw anyone who didn’t want to hurt him. So many years of silence and isolation.

"Yes, it’s me, Father. Your son has returned."

The voice came again, more clear this time. More real.

The prisoner’s eyes narrowed. "Invisible?" he whispered under his breath.

Then his dull eyes glowed faint green. It was a minor pulse of magic, but strong enough to trigger something deep within his spirit. It finally allowed him to see the familiar yet unfamiliar young man standing before him.

Despite the heavy suppression runes on the chains, which sealed away nearly all of his magical energy, he was still able to use magic.

That alone spoke volumes about the terrifying level of control and strength he possessed, even in chains.

Far above, alarms began to blare in the control room.

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Surveillance Room, House Calamity

Flashing red lights lit the walls, casting the room in a harsh glow.

"What’s going on?" snapped a sharp-eyed officer. His voice was cold and commanding.

"Sir," a young technician repwhile his while eyes glued to the monitors, "the prisoner just used magic. He activated a spell despite the suppression."

The older man stiffened.

"That’s impossible. The suppression runes sealed him completely. No output is permitted."

Another officer added, "But, Sir.. he’s speaking. There’s a second voice... but the room only shows one life sign."

The elder officer leaned closer, watching the feed closely.

Then, his jaw tightened realising the junior officer was right. Someone else was inside the room.

He turned sharply and barked:

"Prepare full lockdown. Initiate internal barriers. Double the guards in the lower sector."

He paused, then added, "Bring out the Soul Extractors. If he’s regaining power, we’ll tear him apart before he remembers how to use it."