Chapter 1: The End of an Era
"Oh well, it was fun while it lasted"
A large figure clad in an elaborate, jet-black academic gown adorned with golden and violet edges said while sitting on one of forty-one seats arranged around an circular obsidian coloured table. If one were to look closer, they would start noticing things about this figure that would make skin crawl and shivers to go up their spine. For one, it had no visible flesh or skin, only a skeleton made up bleached white bone along with a softball sized red orb floating underneath his ribcage, only barely seen behind its elaborate robes. This orb gave off an intense aura of dread that, coupled with the dark red glow radiating from inside his empty eye sockets, gave it a most intimidating persona.
This was Momonga, real name Suzuki Satoru, a heteromorph of the [Overlord] race and Guild Master of Ainz Ooal Gown. Or…whatever was left of it.
"I still can't believe nobody else bothered to show up. It's like they don't care anymore. Didn't we build the Great Tomb of Nazerick together? How could they abandon it so easily?" he said while looking down dejectedly. He knew that it was unfair to judge them like he was currently doing. All of the other members of Ainz Ooal Gown had real lives in the real world and as time went by, the real world slowly became more important to them than a world of fantasy.
"After all, many of them have other commitments now. Some have spouses and families to care for, and jobs that they need to attend…just like HeroHero". The person he was currently referring to was another member of Ainz Ooal Gown, one that had just logged off for the last time after giving his farewell to his friend and fellow guild member. Not that he could blame him though. Just hearing the fatigue in the purple slime's voice, one obviously generated from lack of sleep and overwork, had nullified any negative feelings that Momonga had for his long-time friend. At least he had made an effort to say his farewells…not like the others.
With a wearied sigh, Momonga rose from his chair, giving one last look at the guild's council table that held so many fond memories of his departed friends, and proceeded towards the chamber's centrepiece, a tall, golden staff with an ornate headpiece made from the entwining heads of seven serpents, each head holding a different coloured jewel in its mouth. This was the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown, the guild weapon created by Momonga and many of his friends and guild mates to be the symbol of their guild.
The guild members of Ainz Ooal Gown had managed to work together in order to craft this symbolic weapon. It was completed through a type of joint project that took many years and sacrifices away from their day-to-day lives to even make the attempt. For instance, it took them an enormous amount of time hunting down high level monsters to acquire the jewels in the headpiece. As a result of their guild's collective teamwork, the weapon itself was powerfully made out of a series of various powerful artefacts imbued with magical spells for its wielder to use and activate. These artefacts were in fact each collected and won by the guild members, so as to complete the creation of their masterpiece which is the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown.
To Momonga, it represented the joyful memories of his old times, when he played YGGDRASIL alongside his fellow guild members before they quit the guild and game. Yet at the same time, it also symbolized the testament of his comrades' combined efforts based on both their abilities and perseverance to completing the collection. Through gathering the collection of artifacts used to craft the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown, they had shown what visually defines their guild as well as the amount of powers contained in it overall.
"Now that I think about it though, I never actually had the opportunity to use it, even though it was crafted to be specifically used by the Guild Master", he thought while pensively rubbing a clawed finger across his chin. The reason for his never having used the very weapon that he, as Guild Master, was meant to carry and use, was due to the dangers of what its loss could signify. The destruction of a guild weapon signified the dissolution of the guild, which was why the staff was secretly stored in the most secure location with their powerful abilities never seeing the light of day, merely being adorned on a wall in the heart of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
Reaching out his skeletal hand, with each finger adorned with a different ring and ending in sharp, wicked claws, Momonga grasped the handle of the staff and gently took it out of its display case, being so careful not to bump or scratch the item that he held an almost worshipful amount of reverence for, "I suppose the others wouldn't mind me using it now. I mean, it's not like I plan on leaving the tomb. I just want to end this…while looking the part of Guild Master…"
With a bit more resolve in him, Momonga straightened himself and stood tall, using the posture that he believed a man of power and prestige should use to show their superiority over those under him. It was a stance that he had practised often while alone, believing that because of his important status as Guild Master, he should absolutely look the part, regardless of how silly he felt while doing it. It's not like there was anyone to see h-
"Looking good there Momonga, the staff suits you…even if you look like a puffed up ponce when you stand like that", a deep voice filled with amusement rang out from behind him. Whirling around and giving out a distinctly ladylike 'eep' in surprise, Momonga came face to face with the figure that had successfully snuck up on him, "Oh, it's you Abaddon-san. I didn't even realise you were in the room" he said while releasing a nervous chuckle while trying to subtlety hide the staff behind his broad, robe covered frame, like a small child who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"Yeah I only logged on like two minutes ago. You were just too busy having a tender moment with the staff", Abaddon said while crossing his arms, the amusement in his voice was evident despite his intimidating appearance.
Abaddon, real name Jonathan Dalton, was a [Dragonoid], albeit one with a relatively human appearance beside the pair of massive, golden scaled dragon wings sticking out from his back. He was outfitted in brilliant and elaborate golden plate armour that covered his chest, shoulders, forearms and lower legs, with smaller plates running along the spiked ridges of his powerful looking tail that appeared below his lower back, while two purple, silk tassels hung from his large ornate pauldrons that were shaped like a roaring dragon's face.
For a helmet, he wore an Armet helm that completely covered the entirety of his head, along with a 'Y' shaped face plate, with the eye slits being found underneath the two upwards-facing prongs. On each side of the forehead, two holes allowed his black horns to jut out and curve backwards and slightly sideways along the middle into sharp points. The whole piece, like the rest of the armour he wore, was made up of golden metal with purple highlights being added to the ridges to make the ridges and curves of the dace piece more pronounced.
Overall, he looked like a complete badass who could kick your ass six ways to Sunday. At a height of well over six and a half feet and built like a brick shithouse in all his armour, he was someone that you would want to be beside you when backed in a corner, especially if extreme physical violence and bloodshed were needed to get out of said corner.
Comically sweat-dropping at Abaddon's blunt observation, Momonga proceeded to cough embarrassingly into his fist, "Hmm-hmm, yes well, I was just…admiring its craftsmanship from up close. I never actually had the opportunity to use it, as you well know", he said while glancing up towards his friend.
"Aah, admiring it you say. Tell me Momonga, is there something you would like confess?" Abaddon asked while leaning in towards his now nervous looking guild mate.
"Confess? Confess what Abaddon-san?" he asked while taking slight steps backwards away from the steadily approaching Nephilim, "I'm not entirely sure what you're asking?"
"Well you see…", at this point, Abaddon had swiftly closed the gap between them and had placed a gauntleted hand on the slightly shorter Overlord's shoulder, "…I'm just curious about how long it's been since you've had this…curiosity, about long, hard…shafts with such weird headpieces?" he said while at the same time, a wink-wink emoji popped up next to his head, allowing Momonga to swiftly come to the conclusion on where his line of questioning was going.
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"…"
"There's nothing I can say that won't lead to you making more fun of me is there?"
"Nope. Not at all."
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"I'm just…going to keep quiet then."
"Hmm, as you wish. Just don't think this conversation is over. I'm sure Bukubukuchagama would be most displeased that you had changed the target of your affections."
"I ASKED HER OUT ONE TIME OKAY!"
After a few minutes of back and forth banter, the two friends proceeded through the guild base that they knew almost as much, if not more, than their own homes back in the real world. They had unanimously decided that if they were going to end this off properly, then they would do so in style. And what better way to do so, than in the Throne Room of Nazerick, to see the banners of their former guild mates one last time hung proudly for all to see, and to gaze once more upon the Throne of Kings.
Together, they had walked from the Council Chamber down the many corridors and passageways that made up the interior of Nazerick. The room they left was located on the Tenth Floor, also known as the Royal Suites, a floor that had been designed to contain every kind of entertainment and relaxation establishment known to man, from the ridiculously fancy restaurants, cafés, bars and clubs that were run by a Miconid called Sous-Chef, who could cook and prepare food and drink items that were able to give temporary buffs to players due to his [Bartender] and [Chef] jobs, to the arcade and theatre that contained mini-games and various cartoons and anime for players to enjoy in their free time.
Eventually they reached the Ninth Floor, also known as the Throne Room, a line of maids and an elderly, but still fit looking, butler stood at attention as they reached the entrance, a massive pair of doors framed by a grotesque demon on the door's left and a beautiful woman in a revealing white dress standing on the right. As one, the maids and butler bowed and/or curtsied as Momonga and Abaddon reached their line, only to return to their base position after both players gave them the signal to rise. They were exceptionally well made after all.
"Aah, Sebas-Tian and the Battle Maids of Pleiades. Did you know that Sebas was made to look like Touch-Me's deceased farther?" commented Abaddon to Momonga, after he gave the order for the procession of NPCs to follow.
"Hai, he told me that when he created him instead of a Floor Guardian. He said he wanted the perfect butler and bodyguard to serve the Guild Master while also having something to remind him of his father", he answered, a small hint of sadness appearing in his voice as he thought of Touch-Me, the man that had saved him all those years ago and was considered one of his greatest friends, right next to Peroroncino and Abaddon of course.
"Something wrong Momonga? You sound sad", Abaddon asked with a hint of concern. While he knew that the closing of the game had taken a large toll on his friend, he didn't want anything else to make him feel down while they only had less than half an hour left before the game finally shut down at midnight.
"Just thinking about Touch-Me-sama", he said while thinking of his friend and mentor, "I just thought that he of all people would have been here until the very end, and yet he hasn't logged on in almost three months", he added in a morosely.
Nodding his head silently in agreement with his friend's words, Abaddon strode over and looped his arm around his slightly smaller companion's shoulders and gave him a calming squeeze in order to calm him down, "Don't worry about it bro. We both know that he's always had his work and family commitments that took preference over anything else. Let's not tarnish our happy memories of him and the others by holding negative feelings towards them. It serves no purpose other than to ruin the mood, let's rather spend the next half hour enjoying ourselves instead of wallowing in self-pity okay?"
Now with a noticeably happier demeanour, Momonga nodded his agreement and proceeded through towards the doors, Abaddon, the Pleiades Maids and Sebas dutifully following behind him as the doors automatically began to open after Momonga raised his hand, his personal magic crest confirming his identity and allowing them to enter.
After a few minutes of slow walking, the small group reached the Throne of Kings that was placed at the end of the ludicrously large hall that it was situated in. the room itself was in the appearance of one large corridor that was scaled up to gigantic proportions. Artfully done pillars of white marble lined the walkway that led to throne, with a banner of each guild member placed in-between each pillar. The roof itself was unable to be seen due to how high up it went, all that could be seen was darkness that was magically fashioned to look like a clear night sky, the image broken only by the massive, extravagant crystal chandeliers that were placed in intervals to give the chamber sufficient amounts of light.
Once they finally reached the end of the hallway, Momonga and Abaddon broke off from the butler and maids and proceeded to the Throne of Kings, a massive obsidian coloured structure made to resemble an obelisk but much more elaborately decorated, with gems and precious metals being found in abundance. However, no matter how awes-inspiringly beautiful the structure appeared, it paled in comparison to the figure that stood at its base.
Albedo, the Guardian of the Throne Room and Overseer of the Floor Guardians stood patiently beside the throne that she was created to defend. Even knowing that she wasn't real didn't stop the two players from casting admiring glances at the alluring woman whose beauty was set to make her the envy of all women and the perfect eye-candy for all men. She had a small, enchanting smile on her stunningly beautiful face as Momonga walked past her and took a seat on the throne with Abaddon taking position beside him. They looked incredibly formidable standing and sitting like this.
"M'kay…now what?" Abaddon deadpanned.
"I don't know…what do you want to do?" Momonga answered.
"I don't know. I didn't plan this far ahead" Abaddon admitted while shrugging his shoulders.
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"You want to check out Albedo's settings?" Momonga asked.
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"Sure"
Using the staff, Momonga made use of the Guild Master Key that allowed him access to everything and anything within Nazerick, and proceeded to unlock Albedo's character bio. One of the things that made creating NPC's so popular after all, was the total freedom their creators had in their creation. From choosing their Character and Racial Class, to selecting the character's favourite colour in their Personality Settings, the player could literally create anything and everything they wanted, as long as they had the funds to do so of course. But when you were part of a guild as rich and powerful as Ainz Ooal Gown, resources and funding were a trivial matter, hence the ridiculously powerful NPCs that Nazerick hid within its depths.
As a large screen popped up in front of Abaddon and Momonga, both let out comical sweat-drops as they saw the massive amount of information that was put into her backstory. Though, considering who her creator was, it wasn't that hard to come to terms with it.
"Dam! I forgot that Tabula-san always went overboard with his NPC settings", Momonga admitted while scrolling through her extensive settings and character quirks.
"Yeah, he always was a fan of making their settings so over the top. Hmm, that interesting. It says here that she's a [Succubus/ Demon] hybrid. That explains her wings and horns at least. I still remember when Tabula- wait…what the hell?" Abaddon said while looking closer at the sentence found right at the end of the page, one that drew in Momonga's interest as well before he actually read what it said.
'She's also a mega-bitch and a slut'
"Tabula/Tabula-san", both sighed simultaneously.
One of the things that Tabula Smaragdina was famous for in the guild was his love for gap moe, when a character does something that contradicts with their personality and/or habits, and in the case of this poor NPC, she was made to be a diligent, loyal and hardworking Floor Guardian Overseer…but with a shitty personality.
Seeing that his friend was still distracted (he was banging his head against the throne at this point), Momonga took the opportunity to use the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown as an editing tool and activated its Guild Master Administrator Protocol, allowing him to make the necessary changes to Albedo.
"Sorry Tabula-san, but I really need to correct this mistake", he murmured as he erased the offending sentence with a wave of his hand. But rather than just saving and leaving, he was struck by an uncharacteristically mischievous thought.
'Today is the last day…it's not like anyone will notice if I make a few changes'
Momonga then proceeded to add a new sentence to her settings, "She is deeply in love with Momonga, and will do anything and everything to make him happy and to serve him to the best of her abilities"
The skeletal Overlord began to giggle softly at the prank he just pulled off without anyone seeing him do it. Even with Abaddon right next to him, who at this point had left a small head-shaped dent in the wall, 'Serves him right for always making fun of my non-existent love life', he thought sadistically, 'Now I have the hot girl going after me instead of him, the dam ladies' man', he grumbled out at the end. It was an old piece of gossip that Abaddon was a full on, modern day Casanova in the real world, and was the envy of all the men in the guild due to the beautiful girls that he had dated in the past.
Dismissing Albedo's settings with a wave of his hand, Momonga called over to his friend who had finally stopped destroying his IQ points, "If you're done there, is there anything else you want to do? Or should I start worrying about the tomb's structural integrity?" he deadpanned while looking at the various dents and cracks along the walls.
"Ha-ha, if you're not careful it's gonna be your ugly-ass face that's gonna be used to redecorate the place", Abaddon growled out, yet the amusement and playfulness in his voice was unmistakeable.
"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try!" Momonga cried out and then proceeded to list out the number of times that he had kicked Abaddon's ass in their duels and sparring matches in the past, to which Abaddon brought up the times that he had done the same to Momonga, leading to the two friends to banter back and forth over the topic of who was the cooler and more powerful player, an old and much visited topic to be sure.
This was the kind of thing that Momonga and Abaddon had missed so much in the last few months. Being two of the only guild members who made the effort to protect and maintain Nazerick to retain its unconquerable status, meaning they had to shoulder the responsibilities of the rest of the guild in keeping their base running, something that usually took the whole guild to perform.
After all, one of the downsides of owning such a powerful Guild Base was the extreme amount of upkeep, maintenance and resources it required to run optimally, such as gold and various loot items that powered the wards and multitude of defences that Nazerick boasted, meaning that players had to constantly 'loot farm' in order to keep up the enormous demands of the base.
While an almost full-time job for the two players, both shouldered the responsibility with grim determination, neither willing to allow the home of their guild for so many years to fall to disrepair and ruin, and thus they both spent a few hours every day roaming the various realms of Yggdrasil to replenish and in some cases, overflow Nazerick's treasury with the loot items and gold they obtained through their efforts.
It had even gotten to the point where Abaddon had finally convinced Momonga for the two of them to raid the various Guild Bases owned by the opposing guilds that had plagued Ainz Ooal Gown since its formation as a Heteromorphic Race only guild. His reasoning was that with the steady decline of players that still remained online, most if not all of the Guild Bases would be undermanned, unguarded or even abandoned of players to guard them.
With the two of them working together, they had cleared out seven bases of the more renowned guilds, Abaddon's theory having proved to be correct in that most of the bases had been either empty or had only one or two players that they had managed to defeat. With these small victories, the two had cleared out the guild bases of everything of value, increasing Ainz Ooal Gown's Treasury to astronomical levels and eventually reaching the Rank One Guild in terms of monetary wealth.
Though, these achievements had been overshadowed by not having anyone to celebrate their successes with.
Eventually the banter between the two dialled down until both remained in a comfortable silence, both seeming to appreciate the peace that they could enjoy in each other's presence. In both their cases, their respective jobs in the real world drove them into exhaustion and the few moments of peace and enjoyment that they had in-game was deeply treasured.
"How much time do we have left?" Abaddon asked.
Looking at his menu bar, Momonga brought up the clock that signified when the game when automatically shut down. Currently it was on 23:48:38, "Just under twelve minutes, according to the clock", he answered with a sad sigh.
"Well if that's the case, would you mind humouring me for a minute or two?" the draconic knight asked while rubbing his head embarrassingly.
"Sure thing Abaddon-san. What do you need?" Momonga answered instantly, his curiosity having gotten to the better of him and making him wonder what his friend would want now right before the game closed.
Lowering his arm, Abaddon walked to Momonga's left and starting browsing through his inventory, "Well…you know how when you started playing Yggdrasil from the beginning, you started off as a [Skeletal Mage]?" Momonga nodded in confirmation, "Well one of the things that always fascinated me about races like [Undead] and other mutated species is what they looked like in their human form, like…you know, before they became a skeleton and all that. For instance, with your avatar, you were able to customize how your skeletal body looks in the customization menu, but bear with me on this, what if your skeletal appearance was originally a human that became a [Skeletal Mage]. How cool would that be?"
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"Well uhhh…I've never really thought about it too much to be honest, though your thought on it actually sounds pretty interesting", Momonga said while pensively scratching his chin, "I suppose, theoretically of course, that if I were to give myself a backstory, my origin would most likely be that of a human who eventually evolved into my current form after becoming a [Lich]. So, in a sense, I would actually have had a human form before I became a skeleton. After all, [Liches] and other [Undead] aren't born. They evolve or are created through Black Magic."
"Exactly! Now, imagine you could actually have a way that would allow you to change between your [Human] form and your [Overlord] form at will, without any of the Racial Penalties that would come with it. And no matter what form you're in, you would still have the same powers as your [Overlord] form" Abaddon added excitedly while pulling out a small object from his inventory, an action that went unnoticed by Momonga who was still weighing the pros and cons of this kind of ability.
'Yes…if only I had this ability a few years ago. I wouldn't have always worried so much about PKers and Heteromorph Hunters. I could have levelled up and gotten more powerful without always-', "Aah…Abaddon-san…what are you hiding behind your back?" the skeletal [Overlord] sweat dropped from his non-existent pores from the [Dragonoid]'s poor attempt at trying to hide an object behind his powerfully built and armoured frame.
Momonga was right in his assumption though, for his friend was indeed hiding something from him, though said object was small enough that his method of trying to hide it was…questionable, at best.
"Well you see my fine, skeletal comrade", Abaddon gestured theatrically with his non hidden hand, "A few days ago, I happened to come across a small undiscovered cave system in Niflheim where I eventually beat an admittedly low level dungeon boss to clear out the cave entirely, when low and behold, a mystery loot item not seen or heard of before until now, popped in as a reward, and I, as the true master Dungeon Clearer in this guild-", in the real world, several people suddenly sneezed loudly while Momonga himself grew a large tick-mark, "- decided to look through the Loot Item Compendium to see what I found, and around half an hour later, I found it!", at this point he held up a small, nondescript iron ring with one sing red ruby embedded in it, "I present to thee, the Blessed Ring of Freyja!"
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"And aah…what is it exactly?"
Waving his arms theatrically, Abaddon replied, "Well you see my fiendishly, flesh-less friend, this ring, forged and crafted from the golden locks of the Lady Freyja herself, was gifted to the-"
"Oi! Twenty words or less dammit! We're on a time limit, remember!?" Momonga shouted out while slamming his fist on the throne's armrest.
Visibly deflating after having his elaborate elucidation interrupted by his friend who was now impatiently tapping a clawed finger on one of his crossed arms, the dejected dragon knight hastily continued with his now drastically shortened tale, "It's a ring that allows creatures of darkness and evil to regain their pure forms without losing their racial powers and attributes."
Momonga, even though he couldn't display it with any facial expressions, was quite shocked by this explanation. Feeling that there must be some kind of catch for having this kind of power, he asked, "So what you're saying is, that if someone of an 'evil' or 'dark' race were to put on that ring…they would become…purified, in a sense, and revert or evolve into a race that is more positively inclined, all the while still keeping their race's attributes and powers and not suffering any penalties? Did I get that right?"
"Pretty much yeah, that's the gist of it. Apparently it was developed to be a Stealth Tool to allow races like [Undead] and other [Monster] races to move around freely without constantly being harassed by other players. However, it's pretty much only an external disguise, and anyone with a strong enough Observation Skill will be able to tell that it's a disguise", Abaddon explained while toying with the ring.
"So, judging by how thorough you were in your explanation and how excited you seem to be, you want be to try it on and be your guinea pig to see how it works". Over the years that the two had played Yggdrasil together, Momonga had always been used as a test dummy for all the crazy schemes and experiments that Abaddon concocted in his twisted yet brilliant mind. His reasoning being that he needed somebody trustworthy (gullible) who would see the benefits of what his creations and ideas could bring forth (naïve), and because of Abaddon's persuasive personality and Momonga's innate desire to make people happy, he was unable to say no to his deranged lunatic of a friend (lil' bitch)
"Hit it right on the head there ol' buddy, ol' pal of mine! Now stop dawdling and slip on dat bling boi!" Abaddon shouted excitedly while jumping up and down like a small child, though the look was somewhat spoiled in that he was A) Not a child, B) A giant, heavily muscled man, and C) Decked out in enough heavy armour to make a Warcraft character green with envy.
Sighing in resignation, Momonga reached out and took hold of the ring. Now that it was closer, he was able to notice a few details that he missed when he first appraised it. For one, instead of being a plain band of metal, it was actually covered in minute symbols and runes almost invisible to the naked eye. Seeing as he was an avid fan of the game's lore and the various mythologies that were incorporated into the game, he was able to recognise a fair amount of said runes as being the language of Vanaheim, the realm of light and prosperity, meaning this particular piece of jewellery most like was suffused with a fair amount of holy and light magic.
"And ah…how exactly does this work? Do I just slip it on and hope for the best or do I have to say an incantation…" he trailed off uncertainly as he waited for Abaddon to continue where he left off, and began to pray that he actually knew what he was doing, for once.
"Yeah man, when I looked it up all it said was that you just had to equip it and it would do the rest. Oh, and don't worry about receiving any damage because it's a Holy Item, it has a passive block on it that prevents it from dishing out any attacks or debuffs to the wearer", he reassured his now significantly calmer looking friend who then slipped the ring up to his first digit, only to look up with and stare emotionlessly at his long-time friend, "If I die because of this, I will flood your computer with enough obscene porn and hentai to make Peroroncino-san blush. Understand?" his tone of voice, along with the chilling scowl his skeletal face always wore were more than enough to send a metaphorical chill down Abaddon's spine. He may have been a softie in real life, but in the game, Momonga could be seriously scary as hell when he wanted to be.
"That's seriously messed up on so many levels but, sure. Now stop procrastinating and put the dam thing on already!" Abaddon shouted excitedly, resuming his childish bouncing and eagerly watching to see what would happen.
"Okay, here goes nothing I guess…" Momonga said before he took a deep breath, and before his common sense could knock some…sense, into him, slipped the ring on, only to be engulfed in a blinding white light that appeared so suddenly that both men could only do one thing in that situation…
They screamed like little girls.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Hello loyal readers, LordApllo98 here with Chapter 1 of my brand new story. Fret not though, this will not be taking over from my other story, The Devil Gamer, I merely plan on writing a few stories at the same time, around three or so.
Overlord has always been a guilty pleasure of mine and one of my biggest nerd/fan thoughts is what would the series have been like if another guild member/s had been brought to the new world with him, in terms of decision making and other actions that happened in the anime and manga.
Another quirk of mine was how funny it would have been if he wasn't a skeleton when he was reincarnated, and was instead a flesh-and-blood man who wouldn't be able to shrug off the advances of women like Albedo so easily.
Be warned though for I will be introducing a lot of OCs to this story and I won't be following the storyline. Some things will be added, some will be left out and the whole timeline/plot will become completely whack.
So yeah, thanks again for reading. Favourite and Follow if you enjoyed it and please feel free to send any comments on what you think of it so far. Just be aware that flamers and trolls can bugger off unless they have something decently constructive to say without sounding like a complete douche.
Until next time, this has been fun and I'll be starting the next chapter for both stories soon.
LordApollo98 out!