Re-Overlord: I Can Acquire Anything!-Chapter 85: Darkness Domain

"Malthius, you’ve received a new power, haven’t you?" Igaris asked.

Malthius nodded. "Yes, Master. It’s a Domain. And it’s all thanks to your blessing."

"Do you mind if I try to take it? Although, there’s a chance you might not lose it either," he said, uncertain whether he could Acquire it or not.

Even if he did, would it be a copy? Or would it be stolen permanently?

This needed to be found out.

"Everything is yours, Master. You can take anything you want," Malthius replied, stepping forward respectfully.

In the past, his loyalty had been at 75%, but after the blessing, it had risen to complete devotion.

Igaris nodded and activated Infinite Acquisition with a silent command. Instantly, radiant platinum energy burst forth from his palm and entered Malthius’s skeletal body, guided by his will.

This time, he focused deeply on acquiring the ability. Abilities weren’t physical—they were concepts, maybe something more. And his desire was to obtain that specific power.

Moments later, Igaris’ brow furrowed, finding nothing at first as his soul sense reached deep inside the skeletal frame through the flowing ethereal energy.

Seconds passed, then minutes.

The process was taking longer as it was more delicate this time, focused not on enslaving a creature, but on acquiring something abstract. Something specific.

And finally, he saw it.

Three floating dark orbs suspended in a small void. They were the abilities. His will guided him toward the one he sought—the orb containing Darkness Domain.

It was larger than the others, pulsing with power, radiating a dense, ominous energy.

Without hesitation, he reached for it, channeling his Acquisition energy.

A moment later, a notification echoed in his mind:

[ Congratulations! You have Acquired a new ability: Darkness Domain ]

[ Darkness Domain: A legendary ability. When activated, the user expands a 200-meter-radius domain of pure abyssal darkness, cloaking the area in shadow that negates most light-based or elemental effects. Inside this domain, the user gains overwhelming advantages: Shadow Cloak, Elemental Resistance, Space Lock, and Undead Empowerment. ]

Yes. This was it. It worked.

He could actually acquire anything he desired.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t summon things from thin air. If he could, he might as well start working as a genie.

To acquire something, the target needed to exist, present within the radius of his platinum energy.

Currently, his reach extended to a 100-meter radius.

But within that space, he was the Wishful King Satanael, who is able to steal, claim, or absorb anything he wanted.

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The morning sun cast a golden hue over the horizon, its rays piercing through the dense canopy of the forest surrounding Qyster Town.

Igaris stood atop a secluded hill, his direction changed from the bustling town behind .

His destination a border settlement serving as the last civilian checkpoint before the Federation’s military perimeter began.

According to the intel, Commander Dexter was temporarily stationed in a luxury villa there, under light protection.

Igaris moved fast, crossing valleys and plains in silence. His senses stretched outward, alert for signs of pursuit.

By noon, he reached Oyster’s outskirts. The guards near the villa were Elite Enforcers, equipped with Mechanical gear and high-frequency rifles. But they were humans, not Mechas. freēwēbnovel.com

Igaris just waved his hand. A veil of Acquisition energy rolled across the ground. Time seemed to stop as the guards froze mid-step, their thoughts overridden in an instant.

He moved past them, invisible to their dulled senses, and slipped inside.

Dexter currently stood in his study, scanning digital reports while sipping a glass of dark wine.

He wore a long blue coat, decorated with rank insignias and polished medals. His expression was cold, unreadable. The room smelled of ozone and mint.

Igaris raised his hand slowly. Acquisition energy flared around his arm like a coiling serpent. Unlike the others, this wouldn’t be simple. Dexter was a veteran. His mind would resist.

But—

"Submit!" Igaris murmured, his tough will crushing any resistance..

The energy surged, invisible but powerful. It pierced into Dexter’s mind, colliding with his will. The man’s eyes widened as he staggered, wine glass shattering against the floor. For 3 seconds, he resisted. Three seconds was longer than the most.

Then his shoulders slumped. His breathing steadied. He stood tall again, but his eyes had changed. Clearer. Empty.

"State your name," Igaris whispered.

"Commander Dexter Valtor of the Fifth Vanguard," the man replied calmly.

Igaris nodded. "Take me to the secret base."

"Yes, sir."

They left when it was evening. The guards, still frozen by the earlier wave, didn’t react. Igaris climbed into Dexter’s military vehicle, a black cruiser with stealth capabilities.

No alarms triggered. No patrols followed.

The road was long and quiet. Wind howled outside, carrying the scent of metal and ash. They passed through three checkpoints. Each time, Dexter’s credentials cleared them without delay. Igaris remained in the shadows, suppressing his energy.

By evening, they reached the base.

It was hidden deep inside the mountains, masked by terrain-altering tech and illusion barriers. The facility spanned underground, a vast compound of steel, energy cores, and containment halls.

"Get to work. Head straight to the mech stations," Igaris ordered coldly.

Dexter bowed, his expression calm and commanding as he moved like a true Federation officer. With practiced ease, he passed through several high-security checkpoints without raising suspicion.

The moment they reached the outer perimeter of the base, Igaris activated Darkness Domain.

In an instant, a 250-meter radius around him was swallowed in pitch-black shadow.

"What the hell! What happened to the lights? I can’t see a damn thing!"

"Shit, I can’t see anything!"

"You idiots, find the alarm switch! Something’s definitely wrong!"

"Yeah, right. Like I can see the control panel in this darkness," one soldier snapped sarcastically.

"Ouch! Who stepped on my foot?"

"Sorry!"

"This isn’t normal at all. Not even moonlight or starlight is getting through. I see a faint glow in the distance, but here? Nothing. This has to be the work of a monster!"

"No kidding! But what kind of monster can pull this off?"

"Does it matter right now?" someone hissed. "Just sound the damn alarm!"

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While they bickered in confusion and scrambled blindly in the dark, Igaris had already slipped past the gates.

Unseen. Untouchable.

Inside the heavily guarded base, his eyes glowed faintly beneath his hood as he moved with precision. Each step brought him closer to the restricted hangars.

Rows of dormant mechs stood silently under emergency power. Their frames flickered faintly in the minimal backup lighting, unaware of the thief among them.

Igaris walked through them like a shadow, already marking which ones he would claim.