Alright, let's make ourselves an Overlord fic, eh folks?
Gonna be honest, at first, I did intend for this to be an OC/SI fic, as stories like that are my personal bread and butter. Upon seeing just how flooded this site is with those exact stories however, and also seeing just how much the community as a whole hates them, I decided that perhaps a different route would be a better idea. And so, I wrote a story revolving around the second most over saturated theme in the Overlord fandom. Albeit, I hope that this one will be a slightly more light hearted take on the genre.
Hope you guys like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Overlord. It is the property of Kugane Maruyama and so-bin.
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'Goodbye, Yggdrasil.'
Opening his eyes to look at the forced logout screen that he was sure awaited him, Suzuki Satoru instead turned his head side to side, surprised to find himself staring into an empty black canvas rather then the main menu of Yggdrasil. 'That's strange. I thought we were just going to be sent back to the login screen? Did the forced logout just completely shutdown my Navgear?' Questioning this, Satoru reached up his hands to take hold of his headset. However, a strange, heavy, cloth like sort of barrier prevented this, keeping his arms from raising any higher then his shoulders. 'What the- what's going on? What is this thing?'
Moving his arms around wildly in an attempt to shake off whatever it was atop of him, Satoru was eventually able to free his arms from the cloth prison, having found a rather large hole directly at the centre of his chest. Leaning forward, the salary worker reached up to remove his helmet. The games automatic shutdown was most likely the cause of his screen being a pitch black sea of nothing, and so manually removing and powering off the device would most likely be the only way of fixing it.
Sure, the product label warned that removing the gear while it was still powered on could damage the system, but that didn't particularly bother Satoru at the moment. All that he cared about was regaining his vision. And besides, who cared if he did end up breaking the machine.
Without Yggdrasil, the device was practically worthless to him.
Reaching for the helmet, Satoru was surprised to find that, in place of cold, metallic hardware, was yet more strange cloth. Once again surprised, the confused salary man pressed down against the cloth, trying to search for the gear underneath, yet only feeling his own short, messy hair instead.
"What?" Now truly perplexed as to what was going on, Satoru began to feel around his body and turn his head side to side, desperately searching for an answer to his question never ending list of questions.
Was he still in Yggdrasil?
'No, I can't be. Its already been more then a minute since they were supposed to shutdown.' Looking to the corners of his vision, Satoru was able to confirm this belief, as both his in game HUD and toolbar had disappeared, leaving him in absolute darkness. 'So does that mean I'm just at my home screen?.. No, If that were the case, then why aren't my other apps and wallpaper here instead of just a bunch of darkness? And what is this thing on top of me?'
"Lord Momonga, are you alright?"
"Wha- Who's there?!" Recoiling away from the sudden voice, Satoru looked towards it, unable to see just who it was that had called him 'Who the hell's in my apartment?! Did they break in?! I-Is that why there's a bag over my head?!'
"L-Lord Momonga, It is I, Albedo, Overseer of the Nine Floor Guardians and your devoted servant." Hearing this, Satoru suddenly stopped in his movements. Albedo? The NPC he'd just been sitting next too? "Is everything alright? Why have you hidden yourself within your robe?"
'M-my robe? Is that what this is?' Reaching up, the confused salary man searched for the edge of the hood of his cloak. Eventually grasping the soft material between his hands, Satoru tore away the blinding cloth, finally regaining his vision and revealing his surroundings to him.
The sight that greeted his now uncovered eyes brought a look of shock upon the young man's face.
Standing before him was possibly the most beautiful women Satoru seen, with deep raven hair that flowed down her back, and soft, porcelain like skin the carried not so much as a single imperfection upon it. Staring into her golden eyes, Satoru felt a blush come upon his face at the women's close proximity.
Backing up in his seat, Satoru suddenly looked around, noting how he was in fact not in his Navgear chair, but rather, still sitting upon the Throne Of Kings. Looking around quickly, he too noted how the Tomb Of Nazarick surrounded him on all sides.
'What's happening? Why am I still in the game? Did the shutdown get delayed?' Thoughts going a mile a minute, Satoru was suddenly cut off by a gasp to his side. Looking back, the young man was met with the beautiful women, Albedo, now that he got a good like at her, staring at him in a mix of shock and horror. Grimacing slightly, Satoru did his best not to show his pain.
While it wasn't the worst reaction a women had ever had upon seeing him, it certainly wasn't the best either.
"Lord Momonga... What's happened to your beautiful self?"
"Hm?" Looking at her questioningly, Satoru turned to look down at himself, a gasp of his own emitting from his mouth at what he saw. Sitting atop the Throne Of Kings was not Momonga, his in game avatar, but rather, a scrawny, pale skinned, humanoid body. HIS body. Staring at himself in shock, Satoru did his best to come up with a rational explanation for what was going on. Seeing his supposed shock, Albedo took a frightened step towards her transformed lord.
"Do you... Do you not know?" Hearing the shock in her voice, Satoru once again met the succubus' eyes. Seeing just how much worry and compassion was behind them, a sudden bolt of shock paused his mind.
Albedo was talking. Albedo was showing emotion. Albedo was displaying conscious thought.
Hitting Satoru like a truck, these realizations once again left the poor salary man in a stupor, unable and unsure how to react to this knowledge. Albedo was an NPC, a program controlled by the Yggdrasil's computer, something that should absolutely, most definitely be unable to display such genuine emotions. Not only this, but even for a player controlled character, displaying facial features and emotions was impossible, Yggdrasil's engine simply being unable to handle such complex and minute details with its limited hardware.
'This is impossible. She looks so... real.' Unconsciously reaching a hand towards her, Satoru felt a need to touch the succubus, as if to confirm that she was there.
"Lord Momonga, What can I do? How may I help?" Reaching forward, Albedo took hold of Satoru's outstretched hand, causing the already on edge man to just about blow a gasket at her sudden and gentle touch. Even through her glove, Satoru could feel just how soft her skin was. Leaning forward even more, Albedo continued her questioning. "Are you in pain? Need I call a healer?"
Still fixated on Albedo's soft clutch, Satoru looked at her hand in shock, unable to form a response to the maiden's line of questioning do to her close proximity and physical contact. Following his gaze, Albedo let out a sudden gasp as she realized what he must be looking at.
Quickly backing away, the beautiful women prostrated herself before Satoru, once again causing him to blush up a storm, knowing full well that he was undeserving of such respect.
"I apologize, my Lord Momonga! Please, punish me as you see fit for daring to dirty your majesty with my filthy touch, no matter your current form!"
'Gah, stop doing that!' All ready on the verge of a mental collapse, Satoru did his best to look anywhere but at the bowing maiden before him. Looking around, Satoru was suddenly took notice of the room's other occupants. Standing off to the side at the bottom of the stairs, Sebas and the Six Pleiades watched on as well. Though they weren't moving, it was clear that all of them seemed to be tense, eyeing him with varying looks of curiosity and concern.
'Ahh! They've been watching this whole time!' Screaming internally at the embarrassment of the situation, Satoru searched his mind, desperate for something, anything he could grasp onto to help him calm down, to help him take control of the situation and right himself again. 'Alright just... just calm down... I can't give in to panic...'
"Panic breeds failure." Eyebrows raising as the words suddenly filled his mind, Satoru looked up towards the ceiling, almost able to hear the words of his former guild mate sound out in his ears as they played over in his mind. "One must always have a composed and rational state of mind. Calm your heart and broaden your outlook. Don't let your thoughts take you prisoner. Keep your mind quick, Momonga."
Remembering the words spoken to him in confidence long ago, Satoru looked towards the other occupants of the room, doing his best to steel his mental state and regain his composure, just as his guild mate had once said.
'Thank you, Squishy Moe.' While his confusion, embarrassment, and panic were still far from gone, by repeating the mantra over and over in his head, Satoru slowly began to suppress the negative emotions.
Bringing himself back into the moment, Satoru looked down towards the still prostrating form of Albedo before. Every instinct telling him to curl up into a ball and blush at the unwarranted act of submission, the barely composed salary man fought against his body and rose a benevolent hand towards her.
"N-No, that won't be necessary, Albedo. I thank you for your concern." Doing his best not to stumble over his words, Satoru spoke as a powerful leader referring to an underling. Looking up, Albedo looked at her ruler with gratefulness, a hint of concern still seen behind her eyes. Seeing this, Satoru avoided her gaze, her concern still making him feel rather awkward.
Opting to look at his feet, Satoru once again took notice of his human form.
Sitting atop his thrown with a bare chest and a mess of cloth atop his lap, Satoru felt a blush once again surface atop his face. Grasping at the cloak, he pulled the cloth up to cover his torso.
'Wait...' Pulling the material closer to his face, Satoru took in it's appearance, it's colour. 'This is...'
Laying in Satoru's hands was the cloak of Momonga, his in game avatar. Flipping the material over and over again in his hands, he heard the sound of metal clinking against the ground. Looking down at his feet, Satoru took note of eight, intricately carved rings that had fallen to the floor.
'Those are my in game rings.' Raising an eyebrow, Satoru did quick count of the circular jewelry. Noting how one was missing, the confused salary man looked towards his hand. Sitting atop his left ring finger, it's red stone gleaming in the light, was the guild ring of Ainz Ooal Gown. "Why didn't this one fall off?"
"Milord?" Looking up from his hand, Satoru once again took note of the concerned form of Albedo before him. Taking in his current situation, the contemplating man made to get up. For now, he needed some time and privacy to cool his head and try to figure out just what was going on.
"Albedo." Meeting the kneeling woman's gaze, Satoru did his best to exude an aura worthy of respect while regarding the succubus. Looking towards her lord with admiration, Albedo awaited her masters orders. "I will be retiring to my quarters for the time being in order to process this phenomenon. For now, remain on stand by before reporting to my quarters within the hour, but do not inform any of the other NP- Uh... Guardians or servants of what has occurred here. Understood?"
Bowing her head, Albedo acknowledged her master's orders. "Of course, Lord Momonga. I shall speak not a word of this occurrence until your majesty says otherwise."
Nodding, Satoru stood up. "Good, then If you'll excuse me, I'll..." Pausing, the previously composed man felt a sudden draft go through the room as well as a weight settle at his feet. Raising an eyebrow, Satoru looked down, a look of horror settling upon his face upon seeing just what was resting beneath him.
"L-Lord Momonga!"
Having completely forgotten that the robe no longer fit him, Satoru had stood up without holding it, leaving the luxurious cloak to unceremoniously drop down to his feet, and leaving both his upper and lower body...
"Phew, phew~" Ignoring the wolf whistle that had emitted from one of the more daring Pleiades, the embarrassed leader of Ainz Ooal Gown quickly reached down to the floor, desperately pulling the overly large robe back up to cover himself. Blushing furiously, Satoru looked back up, coming face to face with the frozen gaze of Albedo. More embarrassed then he'd ever been before, Satoru raised his hand free hand quickly, instinct guiding his body as a light suddenly surrounded him, his body slowly disappearing within it. Making use of his guild ring, Satoru teleported away, desperately escaping the embarrassing situation as fast as his enchanted ring would allow him too.
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Kneeling whilst staring directly forward, Albedo looked towards the spot that her lord had been standing not a moment ago. A deep crimson blush upon her face, the succubus finally, slowly began to stand up. Still mildly hunched over, the leader of the floor guardians seemingly muttered something over and over again under her breath.
Reaching towards the spot where the transformed Momonga had just moments ago stood, Albedo bent forward, her head stoping just where her master's waist would have been.
"It was right here... Fffffnnnnnnn!" Inhaling deeply within the empty space, a rather disturbing grin broke out across the women's face as she wrapped her hand around a seemingly invisible object in mid air. Seeing just what was going on, Sebas decided it was time he step in, lest the Great Hall see more disturbing sights then it already had that day.
"Ehm!" Clearing his throat, the head butler gained Albedo's attention, the succubus quickly snapping from her day dreaming and turning to face her subordinate. "Albedo, If I may ask, might you perhaps shed some light as to what just happened?" Standing up from her spot at the foot of Nazarick's throne, Albedo began descending down the staircase.
"At first Sebas, I was unsure. I had merely been standing at Lord Momonga's side when out of nowhere, his body suddenly disappeared within his robe as if he had shrunk." Recalling the incident from her point of view, Albedo watched as Sebas calmly nodded his head.
"That's what it looked like from down here as well. And then, he removed his robe to reveal his new form, correct?" Watching as Albedo nodded, Sebas brought a thumb up to his chin, an inquisitive look coming across his face as a thought occurred to him. "And, most importantly, it would appear our lord had no idea as to how this occurred. Do you have any theories as to what's going on, Albedo?"
"Why, isn't it obvious." Watching as a blush and lewd look slowly dawned upon Albedo's face, the head butler of Nazarick raised in mildly concerned eyebrow. "Lord Momonga took on such a bizarre form so that we may finally... finally... Kyah!" Squealing in an incredibly girlish manner, Albedo looked away while grasping her cheeks, unable to control her wild fantasy. Able to deduce just what the succubas had in mind, Sebas did his best to not let his internal disgust present itself.
"Are you... certain, those are his intentions? Milord Momonga seemed to be just as surprised by his transformation as the rest of us." Swiping a hand to the side to dismiss his idea, Albedo haughtily turned her head to the sky.
"No, I'm certain! Despite being the absolute picture of perfection in his normal form, Lord Momonga is without the... capabilities to produce an air whilst maintaining it. As such, he has reduced himself to the body of a lower life form for the sole purpose of finally bedding me. Why do you think he flung off his robe to the floor upon before leaving? For theatrics? No! That was to show me just what I must be ready to endure upon meeting with him in his bed chambers!"
"Actually, I think Lord Momonga had simply forgotten that his clothes no longer fit him before standing up. He did seem rather embarrassed by the-
"Yes, that must be it!" Wrapping her arms around herself, Albedo let out a strange cooing noise as she quickly began making her way towards the Great Hall's exit, completely ignoring Sebas' own line of thought in favour of her own far less rational one. Noticing this, Sebas stepped forward.
"Albedo, just where are you going? Did Lord Momonga not instruct you to remain here on stand by until called?" Looking back at Sebas with shock, Albedo stopped in her tracks.
"Do you jest? You can't seriously believe that I'd be willing to present myself in a sensual manner while looking like THIS, do you?" Gesturing towards her immaculate and unblemished form as if it were a mere pile of filth, Albedo once again began making her way towards the door. "No, if this is the night Lord Momonga and I finally commit ourselves to one another, then I must be perfect. Perfect!"
Exiting the Great Hall of Nazarick, Albedo continued speaking to herself, leaving Sebas and the Pleiades alone in the large room, each not sure just how to react to the situation as a whole.
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Appearing in a flash of light within his own room, or rather, the room of his alter ego, Satoru collapsed backwards onto his bed a moment later, absolutely and completely exhausted by all that had occurred only within the last ten minutes.
"What the hell is going on?" Sighing to nobody but himself, Satoru stared up at the extravagant ceiling above him, taking in its intricate design with only mild interest.
A million thoughts flooded his mind as he felt fatigue slowly overcoming him, the cushion filled bed beneath him not doing any favours in helping him to stay awake. On top of that, If he truly was in his human body, then that meant he had gone more then twenty hours in a row without sleep. Wanting desperately to give In to rest, Satoru felt his eyes slowly closing, the extravagant room around him slowly fading from view as-
'No!' Shooting up, Satoru sat forward atop his bed. Shaking his head side to side, the salary man brought himself back to reality. 'Rest can come later. Right now, I need to figure just what's going on.'
Standing up, Satoru took hold of his robe before striding towards a mirror standing in the corner of the room. Standing before it, the determined ruler took in his appearance.
Plain. Unkempt. Dull. Lacking any and all forms of grace or refinery.
'Yup. Definitely me.' Confirming that not only his consciousness but also real world body had been transported into Yggdrasil, Satoru began brainstorming.
Roughly ten minutes ago during the server shutdown, he had appeared inside the game, sitting exactly where he had been during the shutdown. As if that hadn't been confusing enough, he had appeared in his real life body, rather then as Momonga, his in game counter part. Had he awoken like that, then things would've been far more explainable.
But he hadn't. His very flesh and blood had somehow come to be within the Tomb Of Nazarick, which in and of itself had become real as well. The animated movements, touches and sentience displayed by the NPC's were all proof enough of that.
'Maybe the server shutdown messed with my gear, short circuiting the plug while it was still attached to my nervous system and keeping my consciousness trapped within the game while heightening my senses of touch and sight... No, even if something that far fetched were to happen, then only my mind would have remained within the machine, not my physical body... What if...'
A thought suddenly coming to mind, Satoru looked down at his hands. Specifically, at the ring of Ainz Ooal Gown that adorned his finger.
"What if... This is real?" It was a ridiculous thought, but not one Satoru was so sure he could dismiss. (Somehow), it made more sense then him simply being stuck within the game. After all, if that was the case, then why had everything suddenly become more realistic. Thinking the idea over a bit more, Satoru looked back at himself in the mirror.
This idea needed testing. If the world had in fact become real, then a survey of the entire Tomb of Nazarick would be necessary to confirm that things had changed from they're digital counterparts into the real thing.
Stepping towards his door, Satoru stopped as he felt a breeze once again brush against his body. A light blush coming to his face, the ruler of Nazarick turned back to his mirror.
Perhaps the survey could wait until after he had some proper clothing.
Looking at his ring again, a thought came to Satoru's mind. If he had been able to use his equipped item, then did that mean he still had access to his stored ones as well? And perhaps even the ability to use his own magic? A slight smile making its way into his face at the thought of casting spells, Satoru did his best to keep his giddiness under control.
Calming himself, the salary slowly reached forward. In Yggdrasil, all he had needed to do was reach out in front of him to open his item box. So hopefully...
"Yes!" Space shimmering around his hand, the very air seemed to ripple as Satoru's arm suddenly disappeared, coming back seconds later as the grinning salary man pulled it out of the strange portal along with a simple brown cloak. Smiling at his success, Satoru quickly put the cloak on around him. It lacked any and all forms of status buffs, but for now, all it needed to do was protect his modesty.
Upon dawning the cloak however, the salary man's bright smile faded.
Just like his standard Overlord robe, this cloak was also far to large for him, the opening at the front meant to show his skeletal chest now revealed his entire torso, while the length of the sleeves left his hands where the elbows should have been. Hell, nearly an entire foot of the cloak lay at his feet. Looking at himself in the mirror, Satoru couldn't help but to compare his current form to that of a child wearing they're parents clothes in an attempt to look grown up.
Contemplating the strange situation, a look of realization suddenly came across Satoru's face as a harrowing though came to mind. Reaching forward again, the inquisitive male pulled another robe out of his item box before clothing himself, once again left standing in an over sized outfit. Continuing this process with multiple different cloaks, items, and armour sets, Satoru eventually collapsed to the ground, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips.
As he suspected, not a single one of them fit. Looking himself in the eyes through the mirror, Satoru spoke to himself.
"I'm not Momonga any more." Though it was obvious just by looking at him, the thought had only then fully occurred to Satoru. In the world he'd been transported too, he had ceased to be an Elder Lich, having become a human, flesh, blood and all.
"Alright... This... This is bad." Doing his best not to hyperventilate at the realization, Satoru slowly pulled the last robe off of him.
He was no longer an Elder Lich. This meant that not only did he no longer fit the clothes and equipment meant to be worn by a far larger body, but also, he may have lost access to the traits and spells affiliated with his undead form as well. If that was the case then... he was powerless. Nearly every spell he had learned had been for the sake of making his undead class more powerful.
Here he was, supposedly in a world where the NPCs he and his guild mates created long ago were now vastly more powerful then him and had come to life. And, where life came, so did freedom, the freedom of choice. Who was to say that any of the guardians and servants of Nazarick remained loyal to him? Especially considering his current appearance. Hell, the only reason Albedo appeared to recognize him as Momonga was because he had transformed right beside her.
'Albedo...' Thinking back to the encounter, a blush appeared upon Satoru's face upon remembering just how mortified he had been. Her soft touch, her perfect skin, her flowing hair, her-"Aaaggghhhhh!"
Running his hands through his hair, Satoru stopped the flow of impure thoughts before they could get any worse then they already were. Getting back on track, he thought back to the interaction with the succubus, doing his best to ignore the more vulgar parts of the conversation in order to focus on the interaction.
She had seemed concerned. Caring. Genuinely worried for his well being upon his sudden transformation. Traits that a loyal servant would definitely have. And seeing how she had agreed to obey his order when he left...
"I can trust her." For now, it seemed that he'd be able to trust in Albedo, at least enough to have her meet him in his room for some basic questioning. And judging from how much time had passed, she would most likely be outside his door within a matter of minutes. Looking down at his still nude form, Satoru brought a hand to his chin as a thought came to mind.
While it made sense that he had lost access to his magic and equipment as and undead, that didn't necessarily mean he had lost everything. Sure, he had spent most of his levels learning Lich and Necromancer skills, but that didn't mean he didn't have a couple spare points put into basic elemental and none race specific spells.
So perhaps...
"Create Greater Item!" Throwing his hand forward, Satoru imagined a robe and outfit similar to what he had worn previously, but with a few modifications so that it would fit and be compatible with his current body.
Standing there in silence, Satoru patiently awaited for his spell to be cast. Nearly a minute later, he continued standing there, the spell having still not gone through. Squinting his eyes, he nodded his head as if confirming something.
'Just as I thought. High level magic like that is out of my reach right now. But what about...' Thrusting his hand forward again, Satoru pictured a far less extravagant uniform with far less perks then what he had previously imagined.
"Create Lesser Item!" A flash of light suddenly surrounding him, Satoru shielded his eyes as a weight began to settle atop his body. Seconds later, the flash died down. Opening his eyes, Satoru let a smile come to his face.
Just like Momonga, a deep black cloak with a hood and purple accents adorned his figure, though it now lacked the gold trim. Beneath it, a white tunic and simple brown trousers with boots made up his figure. Though the loss of his typical extravagance in Yggdrasil was disheartening, Satoru was just happy to finally be clothed. Not only that, but the realization of his theory being confirmed let a whole other wave of ease calmly pass over his heart.
'So, I'm not completely powerless.' Looking over his form, Satoru began to put together all his assembled information. 'I may no longer be Momonga, but I do have access to his items, equipment, and magic. What I can use however, is dependent on my current class, species and magical capacity. I think anyway. I'll have to test out just what all I can do with this body. Wish I still had my status screen though. That would make this a whole lot easier.'
Nodding to himself, Satoru took a look around him, taking in his personal quarters. It wouldn't do well to be testing spells willy nilly in his bed chambers. "Maybe the arena on the sixth level? That would be a good place to-
"Lord Momonga, I have arrived and have sufficiently prepared myself for what is to transpire. May I enter?" Hearing a knock and a voice from beyond his door, Satoru looked towards it. Giving himself a quick once over, the young man headed towards the heavy oak frame before opening the door. Going to speak, Satoru once again found his tongue stuck in his throat upon taking in the waiting form of Albedo. Still as beautiful and life like as she had been in the throne room, the blushing salary man noted how a deep shade of crimson played across her own face as well. Looking her over, he also noted how the ends of Albedo's hair seemed to be wet.
'She must've just been taking a bath. That's why shes so flushed.' Clearing his throat, Satoru addressed the succubus. "I-I'm glad you made it Albedo. I require your assistance." Smiling, Albedo bowed her head.
"But of course, Lord Momonga. I live but to serve you."
'Ugh, why does she have to talk like that?' Still not used to the overly respectful tone, Satoru stepped forward, shutting the door behind him. "Well then, I need you to accompany me to the stadium on level six." A look of confusion suddenly coming across Albedo's face, the succubus questioned her master's orders.
"The stadium?" Confused by to the sudden change as to what she believed was about to transpire, a look of shock and an even deeper blush suddenly came upon Albedo's face. Surely her lord didn't intend to do... "That", in the stadium? Even for her, such a thing as what Satoru was suggesting seemed to cross a line.
And yet...
"Ohhhh!" Collapsing to her knees, Albedo let out a rather suggestive sounding moan. A small part of her, deep within the reaches of her mind grew only more excited at the thought, of her master taking her out in the open, where any passer by could see them. Panting, the succubus looked up at her master with a disturbing look in her eye. "If that is where you wish it to occur, Lord Momonga... Then let us go." Standing above the gasping maiden, Satoru stood with a look of shock and embarrassment on his face, a blushing colouring his entire head a shade the rivaled even Albedo's.
'W-Why the hell is she moaning like that?!' Looking away from the beauty's lust filled gaze, Satoru did his best to calm himself down, both mentally and physically, before speaking again. "W-Well, um... Alright then. I mean, If your that hung up over it, maybe I can just do this in my room, but I'm afraid I'd break the furniture in there with what I want to test-
"AAAAAHHHHH!" Interrupted by Albedo releasing yet another moan, Satoru brought a hand up to defend himself as the succubus clutched at her shoulders, her body shaking. "Oh, to think that Lord Momonga has such prowess that he could risk ruining a room's very foundation with his movements alone is... Is almost to much to handle!" Steam almost coming out of his ears do to his rising body temperature, Satoru decided that leaving the succubus alone for the time being may perhaps be the best option. Though he had wanted the loyal NPC to stay alongside him as a means of identification and protection from other guardians of Nazarick that either didn't recognize or no longer wished to serve him, in her current state, the blushing salary man wasn't so sure Albedo would be able to do either of those things. Clearing his throat, Satoru raised his left hand up in preparation to use his ring.
"Lord Momonga... Take me now!"
"W-What!" No longer able to control her body, the blushing Albedo threw herself at her lord, grabbing hold of Satoru just as the surprised man activated his guild ring, transporting he and the succubus to the sixth level's Coliseum and leaving the previously noise filled hall quiet.
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Sans even half of the power he had before, as well as a passive buff that let a socially anxious person such as himself survive in such a world, just how will our protagonist fare in these circumstances. Shall he thrive, or shall he fall? Will he take to the front lines, or sit in the back while letting his far stronger servants shoulder the burden in his place? Will Satoru hang onto the memories of his guild mates and the pride they took in their creations, or will simple human lust get the better of him and lead the salary man to do the unspeakable? Find out in the next exciting chapter of I Am Satoru.
So, all kidding aside, I get that this chapter might've been a bit confusing, and that it might have had a rather abrupt ending, but I felt like if I tried to cram the whole first 4 chapters of the light novel into just 6,000 words, I'd be doing the source material an injustice. Thus, more explanations and such will follow in the next chapter which should be up soon. Though coming from me, that probably doesn't mean much.
And as I said earlier, while this chapter might have come off as a bit angsty, I'm probably gonna keep things a bit more humorous and light hearted rather then then the, "going full blown dark fantasy/Now that he's got a dick, he's gonna be sexing up all the ladies," type of story that is more common with these type of fics.
Other then that though, I'll do my best to update this as frequently as possible alongside my other two works. If your a fan of my writing and desperate for more content, then by all means go check them out. Make sure to leave a review if you have any criticisms or ideas that could help the story, or even if you just want to leave a kudos. All support and criticisms go a long way in making these fics as great as can be.
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