Hunted by Characters I Drew!!

In the depths of a dark night, on a dimly lit street, Marquis Voban stood scrutinizing the information in his hand. 

"So, this is Alexander's home? It's surprisingly modest," he muttered, his gaze fixed on the villa ahead. 

Without further hesitation, Voban began to approach, though unease crept into his thoughts. 

He couldn't ignore the facts. Kusanagi Godou had managed to defeat him before—albeit, as Voban often rationalized, due to his own "carelessness." But this implied that Alexander, too, might possess the strength to overwhelm him. 

Moreover, news suggested that Alexander had slain Melqart, a feat that spoke volumes about his power. Combining these details with Alexander's apparent ease in traversing worlds, Voban suspected his adversary's abilities and hidden cards far exceeded what was known. 

"To attack or not to attack, that is the question," Voban murmured, debating his next move. 

In his prime, hesitation was unheard of. As one of the most formidable god slayers, he had always acted without concern for consequences. Yet here, in an unfamiliar world against a mysterious and terrifying opponent, he couldn't help but tread cautiously. 

"Am I overthinking? Or is it just old age making me soft?" Voban sighed, acknowledging the shift in his usual confidence. Still, he couldn't back down completely—he had to probe Alexander's strength. 

Raising his hand, Voban summoned the Power of Apollo: Legion of Hungry Wolves. 

From the glowing magic circle, dozens upon dozens of feral wolves burst forth. In mere moments, the pack swelled to nearly a hundred. 

But these were no ordinary wolves. Each beast possessed the strength to crush steel and overturn vehicles, their wild eyes glowing with predatory hunger. 

Had this been any ordinary villa, the wolves would have razed it to rubble with a single charge. 

"Go! Tear that place down completely!" Voban commanded, his voice echoing through the night. 

With a collective snarl, the wolves charged forward, a ferocious tide of fur and teeth. Their overwhelming presence felt like a scene out of a wildlife documentary. 

Voban watched intently, his confidence returning. He wasn't expecting to defeat Alexander outright with this attack, but the move would surely reveal the kind of power his adversary wielded. 

The first wolf reached the villa's gate, its maw open wide, ready to tear through the iron bars. But then— 

Bang! 

The wolf was hurled backward with a violent force, its body dissipating into magic before it even hit the ground. 

Voban's triumphant expression faltered. What just happened? 

More wolves charged forward, but the outcome was the same. One after another, they were repelled and disintegrated before even making contact with the villa's defenses. 

Marquis Voban narrowed his eyes, the air growing heavy with tension. Just what kind of power protects this place? 

"Don't tell me… defensive magic?" 

The thought barely crossed Voban's mind before more and more of his summoned wolves slammed into the villa's gate and walls. Yet— 

Without exception—they all disintegrated into nothingness. 

Gulp. 

Voban involuntarily swallowed hard. What just happened? His power couldn't even dent a single door? 

"Damn it! What kind of defensive magic did Alexander set up around this place?" he muttered in anger. 

Unbeknownst to Voban, Alexander had previously amassed a treasure trove of defensive items from the Overlord world. Every usable artifact had been meticulously incorporated into the villa's defenses. As a result, in terms of durability and protection, even the Great Tomb of Nazarick paled in comparison to Alexander's seemingly ordinary home. 

"Damn it! You won't even come out?!" 

Voban's anger flared as he glared at the villa like it was his mortal enemy. With a furious wave of his hand, a colossal tornado materialized, spiraling upward into the heavens and churning the earth below. 

This wasn't just a display of raw power. It was Rage incarnate. 

The ability Voban had unleashed was one he had killed long ago from the trinity of Chinese weather gods—Bo Feng, Yushi, and Lei Gong. This power had once enabled him to annihilate the port city of Zadar, which spanned an impressive 194 square kilometers. 

Had he chosen to fully unleash its destructive force now, the entire district would have been reduced to ruin. 

But then— 

"Ahhh! Who's causing trouble now?! I was 'this close' to winning against Alexander!" 

A sudden, thunderous roar erupted from within the villa. 

Moments later, an enormous dragon materialized, its massive body stretching between the sky and the earth. 

The dragon's fiery eyes blazed with fury as it fixated on the swirling tornado like it was the sworn enemy of its kind—a foe responsible for the gravest of sins. 

Voban blinked in disbelief, momentarily stunned. What is this? 

Wasn't Alexander supposed to be the one to retaliate? Where on earth did this enraged dragon come from?