Firstly, I wanted to say that this is my first fanfiction, and English is only my second language. So don't expect anything revolutionary from this fiction. It sounds grim, doesn't it? However, please do give me a chance. Secondly, I wanted to make a couple of points clear:

1. This is not a Self-Insert fanfiction. This character is an original one, as I am not a 50 years old man and I don't condone any of his decisions due to their occasionally questionable morality. His avatar in Yggdrasil is a little overpowered, but I will try to balance him somehow with some limitations.

2. Sadly, I don't have the necessary time to update this fanfiction frequently. I will try to upload a chapter at least once a week, which length will be based on how much available time I will have. Nevertheless, in case of a missed upload, I must ask you to be considerate, during exams at least.

3. I would like to know your thoughts concerning this story, so please post a review. I am not against criticism either, as any objective opinion will hugely help me in improving my writing style or the plot.

4. I don't own Overlord or any of its characters.(OBVIOUSLY)

Thanks for giving my story a chance and I hope you will enjoy it.

"-I hope that our companies will continue their productive cooperation and I am sincerely delighted to be your partner for future deals, Mr Marchand. Truly delighted to do business with you again."

"- Have a nice evening, Mr Jiang. Thanks again for this generous offer."

Hua Jiang, a powerful individual in the Chinese military Alliance, is now at the risk of bankruptcy due to his own sheer idiocy. With the invention of a new alloy, his industrial facility and mines became basically useless and lost most of their commercial value. The iron reserves are expected to end already by 2200 even with the government efforts to fund the Eco-Steel Research Program developed by EF. This senile old man did his best to influence the political figureheads of China into putting economic sanctions on the European Federation and the USA, to prevent a crisis in China due to the loss of one of its most profitable state industries. However, now as this material proved to be much more durable and light, the Chinese politicians can't deny anymore its advantages. Realising that he will lose his influence over the Asian Bloc weaponry production, he comes to me, one of the main shareholders of this corporation, with hopes to buy a couple of my assets. He is pathetic but also a hilarious failure as a person to behold. Nonetheless, his offer was quite enticing for me as it gave me control over a bunch of his assets in SGEC, a former state-owned Chinese corporation.

I stared at his leaving back for a moment and then looked through the large window panels of the conference room, at the inconspicuous dawn in the once esthetically pleasing scenery of Brussels, the grey smog and skyscrapers now covering the majority of the view. I sighed, saddened by how grim our future on this planet looked.

After I left the room, I approached Ms Hoffman, my secretary, and asked her to call my driver to announce him that I will be waiting at the entrance in about 10 minutes. She was a petite woman, with pale skin and long black hair, always dressed elegantly and with a serious demeanour. As an employee of this corporation with more than 15 years of experience behind her back, she knew most of my peculiar traits and preferences that I generally kept hidden from the public. She had reminded me of my first love during college, at her interview. Francesca Rossi was her name as I remember. She was definitely one of the finest gals in the campus. However, unfortunately, I didn't want to have a sincere relationship with her, maybe due to my distrust towards people or the thought that this adventure was simply useless for my aspirations. And like that, my bachelor life continued. I would often have affairs with women only to satisfy my sexual desires. In the case that my partner wanted something more serious, I would simply sever my ties with her.

I entered my office and took a sip of my already cold coffee. In the room, there is little to no furniture left because my company is moving its headquarters to the centre of the city. I stared at an old piece of paper enclosed in a rudimentary wooden frame on my desk. It was the contract of the acquisition of my first business, a supermarket, bought with the money inherited from my father. I was an innocent child back then, who stubbornly thought that he was better than his parents. Sadly, after years of blood, sweat, and tears shed for his dream, David hardened and became a cold-blooded and cynical individual that valued in people only profit. The child started playing the role of a successful but righteous man when truly he was introverted and lonely, so lonely that he was not loved by anyone. He renounced everything to reach success. And why did he do all those sacrifices, making his life void of happiness in the process? He had just never wanted to be considered mediocre ever again. He always desired to be someone special in the 15 billion people that inhabit Earth. He dreamt of making a positive change in this world, and he dedicated his whole existence to reaching this seemingly impossible goal. Nevertheless, he continued his futile struggle for his ambitions, despite his loneliness. Unfortunately, that child resides still deep inside me. Although I consider these aspirations foolish, I will fight for it despite all the odds. I desire to free this God-forgotten land from its poverty and war, to surely shape it into a better place. After 40 years of my fight for this lost cause, I still can't relinquish it...

My thought was suddenly interrupted by the somewhat irritating voice of Ms Hoffman.

"-Sir, the car is waiting for you downstairs."

"-Thank you, I am leaving, Ms Hoffman. Please ask the janitor to clean the mess in the conference room."

I took my coat, I said my goodbyes to my secretary and pushed the button to the lift. As I was waiting for the arrival of the elevator, I was approached by a tall, bald man dressed in a bland grey suit.

"-Delighted to meet you again, Mr Marchand.''

"-Ohh, Mr Meijer, It's been a while, lively as always as I see. By the way, how is your newborn son?"

"-Healthy and energetic as always. My wife is quite busy now. It's stressful as hell with him. At least now he knows how to eat properly by himself."

"-I bet he will be a vigorous lad in the future. He has a good example to follow." I said smiling. Oh, the elevator arrived.

"Mr Meijer, we can have dinner sometime in the near future, in a restaurant near the Centre Plaza. The food there is quite good. I want to meet the boy that everyone is talking about. " I chuckled. "See you later."

"Farewell, Mr Marchand" He waved at me grinning.

Willems Meijer, the Finance Head of Veto, is quite an interesting fellow. Being smart and ambitious at 43 years, he got a high position in a fairly big corporation. Willems is polite and experienced, loves his family and is loyal to firm's values. This employee seems perfect, doesn't he? However, I dug deeper, as I always do. In result, I found more than enough to be content. He had a secret affair with his secretary, a couple of charges due to drug use during his adolescence and amusingly even a rape case. Now that I know about his skeletons in the cupboard, why didn't I fire him? I simply didn't find it necessary as his past, in my opinion, doesn't overshadow his limitless potential.

So why do I need this information? In case, that his loyalty to the enterprise will waver, I would need to provide the necessary motivation for him to be again fully devoted to the company. And what better incentive does exist in the world than the fear to lose his loved ones?

Finally, I arrived at the first floor as I heard the iconic sound of the elevator stopping. Even now at the ground floor, there are workers taking out furniture and loading them into the lorry. The process is taking way too long. It was supposed to be done by Friday. I think I will call the construction company to complain about their lack of proper staff. I should wear my facemask, almost forgot. Huh, it started raining again with the same old, acid waste, that we get every damn day. Suddenly, a boy in tattered clothing stumbled into me. I wanted to stop him, but he had run away. At least, I didn't have anything of value in my pocket, just a couple of cryptocurrency coins on my card, which for me means nothing of importance.

I greeted the driver and entered the car, a brand new model of the hovering sports cars from Volsault. I never experienced the poverty and hunger that these children experience. I was born into a wealthy family of past oil magnates that invested their money into the metallurgic industry. I was raised by my father, with the thought that I will inherit his enterprise in the future. I was always a bird in a cage. "Smile", "Be polite", "Be the first" and most importantly "Don't disappoint us" were the phrases that I would often hear from my mother, words that would shape me into the person that I am today. During my childhood, I would go discreetly to a local computer centre, that had a collection of relics that were proudly described by clerks as games of the 20th century. During those times, I discovered my "sinful" addiction for video-games. I felt free for the first time in life. During my student years at the university, unfortunately, my father died in an accident. Even though I hated his pragmatic views on the world, I always loved him, as strict as he was. My family, including me, was devastated by this loss. My mother died shortly after due to a terminal disease perhaps caused by her sorrow. In the aftermath, I was alone in this world as I was the only child of my parents and my uncles and aunts never really cared about me.

As we passed by an abandoned old building, I grumbled under my breath: "Brussels sure has changed a lot during these 40 years..."

The capital of the European Federation is just a shell of its former self. Most of its historic buildings were lost during the third world war and the Anarchist Revolution in 2090. Beggars and riots at every corner of the city is a truly beautiful sight to behold. Ok, I should stop being sarcastic. It's quite depressing as it is, no need to worsen it any further.

Finally, we arrived at my two-floor penthouse near the Central Park. I am so damn tired. This day of work proved to be much more nerve-racking than I thought. Those delegates from Russia were so stubborn about the tungsten trade deal that I wanted to annul everything. I ate some of the tasty salmon cooked by my maid today, took a shower and called one of my business partners to wish him my congratulations on his birthday. Ah, it's hard for a 65-year-old man to work that much. As the rich stratum of the society has a life expectancy of 150 years, this age doesn't seem that much. With the help of modern medicine, my body is as healthy as a 30-year-old youngster's one.

Now that I finished everything that I planned for today, I think it's time to relax a bit and do something that would lighten my mood a bit. I entered my VR capsule and opened Yggdrasil for the last time in my life.

Some of the references: Volksault- Volkswagen + Renault, EF- European Federation, SGEC- SGCC basically the State Grid Corporation of China but Enterprise instead of Corporation.