How's it going, guys?! This will be my second Fanfiction that I have made, my first one having a twist to the popular series: "Fairy Tail."
As you should guess, this will be my first Fanfiction regarding Overlord. So please…
Expect me to make mistakes in regard to the whole process of the game mechanics in YGGDRASIL and the new world that the Tomb of Nazarick find themselves in.
In light of that, I will be taking my time with each of these chapters; more so than I do with my other Fanfiction (which takes me roughly two weeks for each chapter on average).
As always, I would appreciate a comment telling me if I screwed up somewhere I wasn't supposed to, or some tips that would help me in the future. Because the world of Overlord is MASSIVE.
Now, I should just stop here and let you get on to the good part, or so I hope it will be good.
Prologue:
"I can't believe you two talked me into playing this stupid game…"
"What are you going on about? We didn't talk you into it, you lost a fucking bet!"
"You know what, Amber?! I wouldn't be stuck here if it weren't for D'Marcus fumbling the fucking ball right in front of the in-zone in the 4th quarter!"
"Yo, Connor. Calm down buddy. I know you didn't want to play this game because you tend to ceaselessly grind every single game you have, but don't take your anger -spurred only by your big mouth- out on us. You made the bet, and you lost. Be lucky that we didn't shave your head again like last time."
Connor felt the top of his head, brushing his hand over the black bristles that dotted it like little blades of grass; a reminder from a few months ago when he was sure he had better accuracy than his lifelong friend, John, at the shooting range.
Growing up in a small town in South Carolina, USA, there really wasn't much for children to do outside of using the internet in any shape or form. At the time, the year was 2125 when Connor moved to that small town. His father played a big part in a business firm developing new software for computers, that way they could run faster, do more, etc.
Because his dad spent most of his time in his office, on his computer, Connor -despite being the age of 6- developed a knack for following in his father's footsteps. However, his mother had other plans for him.
She ended up restricting his internet usage to weekend-only, that way he would actually go outside and talk to the other kids in his school. Probably one of the biggest concerns for a parent is to see their child becoming a social outcast because he/she doesn't talk to anyone.
Because of his mother, Connor grew a hypocritical distaste for those who would constantly be playing videogames like it was their job. And for many, it was.
In fact, it was rare for someone to have a hobby that DIDN'T include some form of internet connection.
It was because of Connor that John found interest in American Football, hunting, and other people; despite the fact that John was 10 years older than Connor. To be honest, a 10-year-old Connor just showed up at John's door, one day, and demanded him to leave his house and to hang out.
How her son made friends with an adult was something that didn't add up for Connor's mom.
Now, being the solid age of 19, Connor had to decide on what he was going to do with his life. Because he lived a more physically-active life than most of his peers, he maintained an excellent physique at 6 feet 4 inches tall. Of course, he never measured himself in centimeters (since he lived in the United States).
His father was originally born in China but acquired U.S. citizenship when he moved to California. There, he met Connor's mom, who came from an African descent. As the story goes, they fall in love and they have little Connor.
Because of his mixed parents, Connor was a little darker than the typical Caucasian skin and had dark hair like his mother and father. But for some reason, despite his parents both having brown eyes, Connor had blue eyes.
"I know, I know…" Connor groaned.
"Look," Ashley said through the game chat. "I know you don't enjoy these types of games, so my fiancé and I decided on designing your character. You do have the 3-D file I sent you, right?"
"Oh yeah, I keep forgetting that you're getting married… Umm. Yes I do have it… wait, what the fuck is this?!"
"Well, since you like listening to old music and enjoy things of the past, we thought it was best to make your character inspired by things in the past that WE liked."
"I'm having trouble keeping up with everything I'm seeing, so you're going to have to explain everything in detail. And I swear, you two. If there is something in here anime-related I'll make sure you don't hear the end of it."
"Hahaha!"
Connor slammed his forehead on his desk, realizing that they would somehow insert things he didn't like on his character. It's just for a bet. It's just for a bet. It's just for a bet.
"Okay, we decided to allow you some breathing room and let your character be the same height and weight of your actual body -as well as maintaining your blue eye color."
"That's good at least…"
"Alright, Connor. We decided to give you a 2B-design for your head. Are you looking at the head?"
"Yes…"
"Okay, you're going to have 6-inch long white hair, with a black bandage similar to the one that 2B has in the game, Nier: Automata. Of course, you have your left eye and mouth visible."
Connor grunted.
"We thought it would be cool to give you a ghost-like appearance, since our 2-person guild is lacking speed and stealth."
"Would that explain the green cloak? Oh yeah, didn't you say that there was this huge issue with a group of three people leaking all the bigger guild's weaknesses and important information? Isn't that why you kicked everyone out of your guild you didn't personally know?"
"We'll get to the cloak in just a bit, and that's a yes to the last two. Those three people showed us that we need to be cautious about the very little information we have as to what the game gives us. There is still so much we don't know."
"You never told me what happened to them. Did the game's creators or something punish them?"
"No, the creators of YGGDRASIL never believed in stepping in for these scenarios. But don't worry, people got so mad that they continued to spawn-trap them every time they respawned. Forcing them to quit the game."
"Oh."
"Okay back onto the topic at hand. Connor, as you can see, you have black shoes and pants. No big deal there. However, your cloak is inspired by the Scouting Regiment's cloaks in the old anime, "Attack on Titan." Likewise, we added a sneaky little feature to your arms."
"Are those, hidden blades?"
"You bet your ass they are. Of course, all the little gadgets are not going to be in the initial Character Creation Menu. Instead, I will use my Mechanical Engineering degree to fix that problem."
Connor rolled his eyes. There Amber goes, spouting how great she was. He knew he had to get the two back somehow; and he had the perfect plan for that. When they were making his character, they stressed the importance of picking a race that WASN'T a human. Humans made up the majority of YGGDRASIL, but the more powerful individuals were the ones not human.
Of course, in spite of that, John and Amber made their characters both devils. Giving them access to more powerful abilities then normal Humanoids. However, since they both chose Heteromorphic races, they were limited to only a handful of job levels. John chose to level his ability to fight, while Amber chose to level her resistance to fire, poison, frost, and anything that would hinder her movement -basically making her a walking tank.
A few years back, the two had created a guild called The Runners. Where they found the potential in helping other people deliver things to different places. Their names exploded throughout the talks of smaller guilds, allowing them to easily trade with one another. How Amber put it, they were "like Amazon."
Of course, they had to be unbiased to everybody, and they only did the job they were paid to do. On some occasions, John and Amber were offered payment if they could successfully infiltrate a rival guild to steal important items. Not once did they ever accept such a deal.
Because of this "friendly" policy, not a single guild dared to attack any of them. In fear of having every other guild attack them if the word got out. Even if it was known that either of them was carrying a World-Item, no one was going to attack them.
It took a lot of time for John and Amber to explain what World-Items were to Connor, but he eventually got the gist of it all. There were 200 total World-Items in YGGDRASIL, and only 20-ish were ever found.
And 11 of those 20 were all owned by a single guild, one John and Amber explicitly said to stay away from. That guild was Ainz Ooal Gown.
Made up of 41 members, all Heteromorphs, they were easily one of the top guilds in the whole game; despite their small size, compared to the other guilds. Not only did they conquer an entire dungeon made for people with an 80+ level, but they made several extra floors afterwards. In addition, the members created their own NPC's to defend the guild. The level of each NPC varied as to what job they served. If they were a Floor Guardian, they were level 100. If they were one of the maids, they were around level 50-60.
Just recently, 1500+ players banded together and tried to take down Ains Ooal Gown by invading their home, The Great Tomb of Nazarick.
It became apparent, that Ains Ooal Gown was going nowhere.
When the more powerful guilds caught wind of The Runners, they requested that they run VERY dangerous runs to acquire rare items in dungeons; however, Ains Ooal Gown never requested any work from them. In return, they not only paid in gold, but gave John and Amber rare items that would help them in the future. One of these items was a burlap sack that ignored the norm of item restrictions and allowed an infinite number of items to be stored in it.
Of course, John and Amber made two more sacks. One for John, and most recently, the other for Connor. Having created 2 extra sacks, the trio worked like a community chest. If someone were to store something inside, anybody with the other two sacks could take it out. Not only did this allow easy transportation of very important items, but it also allowed them to run suicide dungeon runs. Where they would run in just to grab an important item and throw it in the sack before they would eventually die. Only to come back and speedrun the dungeon again just to get their sack back.
There were some occasions when John and Amber ran into members of Ains Ooal Gown in a dungeon. Being an avid fan of the guild, Amber kinda lost her shit when she got to meet Lord Touch Me.
One of the reasons Connor didn't want to play this game, is because Amber wouldn't stop talking about it. She would drone on and on about how the Combat Maids, otherwise known as the Pleiades, are so "fucking dope."
Her favorite being Lupusregina Beta, which actually concerned Connor.
Connor wanted to call it an obsession, but he knew that it would hurt her feelings. So he kept it to himself.
Coming back to reality, Connor shook his head.
"Yo, Connor, you there, dude?"
"Yeah. What did you say?"
"I asked if you were ready to create your character."
"Alright, sure. I'm going to make him human, though."
"That's fine, we expected you to."
"Wait, what?!"
"Mmhm. We have some special plans for you..."
"Yo, this is fucking weird! It's like I'm in a new world!" Connor yelled, spinning in circles and taking in his surroundings of the forest the three were in. "No, but seriously. What did you do to me? This kinda hurt a bit." Connor pointed at the 6 oval-shaped crystals that were embedded on his chest, in a circle around where his heart would be located. All 6 crystals were the color grey.
"Well," Amber said. "Consider those to be very useful in the near future. Now, if you look at your wrists, you know how you can unsheathe your hidden blade by rolling your wrist back?"
"Yeah."
"Well, if you touch your thumbs to your palm, something will happen."
Connor did as instructed and immediately felt a stinging pain in his forearm. Determined to find the reason behind that, he looked at his hands. Apparently, small glass tubes had sprung out from behind the hidden blade and pierced through Connor's skin and into his veins. Similar-looking tubes also sprung out from the same place, but in the other direction. These singular tubes, one on each wrist, were around 6 inches long.
"What is this?"
"Hush, Connor. We need to see if this works first… Okay, Connor. Go ahead and stab me with them right here," Amber stated, pointing to her exposed gut.
Connor didn't know why, but John and Amber were in what they called their "Human Forms." Despite the two of them having brown hair and red eyes -John having shorter hair and Amber having hair that went to her shoulders- the prominent ram-like horns stood out like a sore thumb. John was wearing a suit of metallic armor, one that seemed to relay the type of role he played. Whilst Amber was wearing a brown leather bra with matching leather pants. Amber was known as the simplest out of the three.
"You sure?"
"Positive."
Connor rammed the glass tube into Amber, and immediately her red blood started to get sucked through the tube. As soon as her blood entered his body, Connor was met with a wave of nausea. He almost fell to his knees but was barely able to stand up. After what seemed like an eternity, the blood transfusion stopped, and the tube shot back into its respective spot. Connor finally fell to one knee and threw up.
Suddenly, his chest began to glow a bright red. Looking down, he saw that one of the grey crystals had turned red.
"It worked! It worked!" Amber yelled, jumping in the air.
"Wait, we have to be sure. There's still the possibility of us being scammed," John stated. Without warning, John raised his right hand towards Connor.
"Hell-Fire!" he yelled, an orange magic circle forming in front of his hand. Black fire flew out from the circle and was heading towards Connor.
"Wait, what?!" Connor screamed as he was engulfed by the flames.
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"See, I told you it would work, John!"
"I'm happy it does work."
"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL WAS THAT?! AT LEAST GIVE ME A FUCKING WARNING IF YOU'RE GONNA ROAST ME LIKE A FUCKING STEAK!" Connor yelled, shaking on the ground, stunned -but not injured in the slightest- from what happened.
"Look, we needed to know if the item would've worked. What it does is that it takes the blood of whatever person you want it to, and it will give you a select few abilities the person has. Basically, their blood combines with your own. So now you're human with just a bit of devil in ya!" Amber explained.
"So, that means…?" Connor mumbled, standing back up.
"It means that you inherited Amber's ability to resist a lot of things. I blasted you with all the MP I had in that one attack. Hell-Fire is a 6th, no wait… 7th tier magic spell. That would've killed anyone who didn't have any resistance against fire."
"And I assume that's good?"
"Don't play dumb, Connor. We also know that you can resist poison now, since I took the liberty of ordering a very poisonous snake to bite you a minute ago."
Connor looked down to see a black snake, its mouth still on his leg.
"You know? I keep forgetting you have that Beast Tamer job level..." Amber stated. "Also, did we get through everything so far? I know we hooked him up to the Vampiric Adapter, and gave him our little Storage Sack, but I feel like we are forgetting something."
"Oh yeah," John snapped his fingers in front of his face. "Forgot about this bad boy."
John pulled the item out of his sack and held it up to Connor.
Connor squinted at John, "you got me… a fucking choker?"
"This isn't just a choker, it's just a small necklace that's hard to take off…"
Connor raised an eyebrow.
"Anyways, this little guy is worth over 2 million gold."
"Is that a lot in YGGDRASIL currency?"
"Yep!"
Connor didn't see how the "small necklace" was worth more than 2 million gold. It honestly seemed like a thin, black, leather choker, with a diamond inserted in the middle of it.
"How is it worth that much?" he asked.
"Well, because we did a little favor for a certain guild… we got a bunch of level 100's to make this item for us." John walked over to Connor and spoke in his ear, "you can call this item 10th-tier. Which is the highest attainable tier you can receive, other than Super-Tier."
"The fuck?! What does it do, then?"
"Since YGGDRASIL is heavily influenced by the game, Dungeons and Dragons, we decided to make this item in regards to that game too. There is a certain time where you roll a 20-sided die, and if you land on a 20, then everything goes absolutely right, with the addition of something even better happening."
"So I'm guessing it boosts your abilities and everything else by a factor of 20?"
"I… a… well… no… not exactly. First of all, this doesn't multiply your actions by a factor of 20. It's a chance that you land on a 20, but there are 19 other sides to land on. If you land on a 1, and you're in the middle of combat, you're fucked beyond belief. Everything goes absolutely horrible."
"But that sounds worthless, why is it worth that much if there's no guarantee for something good happening?!"
"Well, I'm not really sure. You would have to be very lucky if you get a high number with this thing. Hence why we call it the Bullshit Band. Because it's bullshit."
Connor snatched the choker out of John's hand and put it on, "well… I guess… I need to get lucky."
One year later…
"I knew this was going to happen… I knew it… every time I play a game I enjoy, it always has to end..." Connor was sitting in his room when he got the news: YGGDRASIL was shutting down, and soon. He wished he received the information sooner, because he was on vacation in California for the last week.
"Connor?! What do you want for breakfast?" his mom yelled from downstairs.
"I'm not really hungry right now, so I don't mind what you get!"
"Okay!"
Connor closed his door and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Servers shut down in 3 hours… I wonder if I can… No, that's dumb…"
He made his way over to the console, sitting in the middle of his room, that was made exclusively for YGGDRASIL. "What do I have to lose?" Connor laid down on the seat and grabbed a helmet that sat underneath it. There was a cord attached to the helmet, and he guided said cord behind his head, where a hole was bored into the back of his neck. He inserted the cord's plug into the hole, and he was met with a screen displaying various tabs in front of his face.
He reached out with his arm and selected the tab that said YGGRASIL.
"I spent almost a whole year running their fucking guild ever since they got married. Only for the game to shut it all down."
Connor was pulled out of a black screen, and into a grassland, a feeling of familiarity coming back. "So this is where I was… I'm quite the ways away. What were my stats again?"
A screen flew up in front of Connor.
Hmm… level 59…
Job: Guild Leader of The Runners…
Absolutely no racial level despite the fact I've got devil blood and fish blood running through my veins…
No residence… big "shocker"…
Ha… Chaotic Good Alignment…
Sense of Justice: 374…? I swear I thought it was lower… whatever…
Job levels…
Ranger… 15 lv
Survival Expert… 10 lv
Luck… 5 lv
Rogue… 5 lv
Merchant… 5 lv
Duelist… 5 lv
Paladin… 10 lv
Other…
Health: 75...
MP: 50...
Physical Attack: 75...
Physical Defense: 48...
Agility: 100...
Magic Attack 10...
Magic Defense: 30...
Resist: 100+...
Special: 50...
"HOLY FUCK. Now that I realize it, I had no idea what I was doing with my character. I'm only level 59 and I've wasted so much time on this game."
Out of instinct, Connor placed two fingers in his mouth, and whistled quite loudly. Turning around, he was face to face with a skeleton horse.
"Wow, that was fast. Almost gave me a good scare, there."
Connor walked over to the skeleton horse and began to stroke its back, "how's it going, Steve? Aren't you glad I'm giving you more attention than your previous owner?"
Of course, the horse didn't reply or move -typical NPC's in YGGDRASIL.
"C'mon. We have to be somewhere…" Connor stated, looking up at the top right of his view -seeing the timer counting up from 22:25:15. "And we gotta hurry too."
"Man, with everything Amber told me, just looking at the place gives me chills. I wonder if any of them are online, at the moment…"
It took Connor more than a couple of hours to reach his destination, leaving him with a little over a minute to spare. Nevertheless, he had finally arrived at The Great Tomb of Nazarick; which was something he had never done before.
Connor got off of his skeleton-horse and walked onto the stone pathway that led to the structure in the center. Littering the ground were the corpses of fallen players who made the poor attempt of getting their stuff back.
"Screw walking, I don't want to activate any traps."
Connor outreached his arms and faced his palms behind him, "BOOST!"
Suddenly, a rush of air flew from his palms and Connor was sent flying in the air. Seconds later, he landed on top of the massive staircase in the middle of the Tomb. Admiring the structure, he turned around and gazed at the night sky.
Connor sat down as the timer got ever-so-close to the end.
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Everything faded to black.
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Hope you liked the Prologue! Have a wonderful day, everyone!
-DMS