I do not own Overlord


"Is something wrong Lord Momonga?" Albedo repeated her question.

Momonga wasn't sure what to say, his brain felt like it was short-circuiting.

"Please excuse me for a moment." Momonga gazed at her as she leaned in close to him. A faint but wonderful scent tickled his nostrils which sent his brain into overdrive. 'There shouldn't be any sense of smell in the game, my tactile sense are also responding as if I was in the real world something is really wrong here.' He thought as he tried to pull up a menu once again.

"The GM call function isn't working..." He muttered out loud as he cursed the developers of Yggdrasil.

Albedo frowned and got on one knee. "This GM call magic you speak of is beyond my comprehension, please forgive me for being unable to assist you Lord Momonga."

'We are having a conversation...this isn't possible.' Momonga thought as he watched Albedo's features and mouth move as she spoke. Yggdrasil didn't allow NPCs to speak all that much, there were default voice lines that one could use that allow NPCs to scream in pain or make combat noises. Some people might go overboard and voice lines for them but the function was complicated and used up a great deal of data space.

"I forgive you Albedo." Momonga responded much to the woman's delight. He found himself wanting to see the boundaries of the NPCs and what they were capable of. His gaze drifted to Sebas and the Pleiades who were still kneeling before the throne.

"Sebas!" Momonga shouted grabbing the attention of the butler of steel. Sebas looked up, his expression earnest but serious. His face was as realistic as Albedo's which meant this wasn't the case of one NPC acting realistically. In Yggdrasil the orders one could give an NPC were fairly simple, follow, go there, tank, heal etc. But what were they capable of now? "Leave the Tomb and check the surrounding area within a half-mile radius. If there are any intelligent life-forms, negotiate to bring them here on amicable terms. Take the Pleiades with you but try to avoid combat."

"It will be done, my Lord." Sebas got up and walked out of the throne room with the Pleiades following him.

"Albedo…come over here for a second." With the others gone Momonga felt more confident about experimenting with his current situation to try and figure out what was going on.

"Sure thing Lord Momonga." Albedo practically hopped over towards him like a giddy schoolgirl.

"Two forms." Momonga said as he felt his features change as he resumed a human form. His emotions also felt more sporadic but he quickly reigned them in. He removed his armored gauntlet from his right hand and looked at Albedo.

"Give me your hand for a second."

Albedo offered her hand to him and he gently grabbed her wrist. He could feel her warmth and even her pulse. He could also feel the heat rising to his cheeks due to the fact he was touching a woman, even if she was an NPC. 'No NPC should have a pulse, and I shouldn't be feeling the warmth...this isn't right...'

There could only be two explanations for his current situation. Either the developers released a huge patch that somehow trapped him in a hyper-realistic Yggdrasil II, or Yggdrasil had become reality somehow.

Both of those ideas were crazy. Technology that could make him feel these sorts of things was expensive, neither Yggdrasil or his gaming setup were made to allow these kinds of sensations. Also trapping someone in a game with no way to log out was highly illegal, the few cases where it had happened in the past had resulted in massive lawsuits and new legislation that imposed steep penalties on companies that did those sorts of things. Technically speaking forcible, non-consensual participation in a game was viewed as kidnapping by the law, and the inability to log out was forceful confinement. No company would ever risk such things.

The other explanation was also crazy but it was looking less crazy with every passing minute of realism he was experiencing.

'One more test.' Momonga thought as his gaze shifted to Albedo's ample chest. R rated actions were strictly forbidden in Yggdrasil, even some PG-13 actions were forbidden. The game could impose small twenty four hour bans on minor offenses such as touching an NPC inappropriately while touching another player inappropriately could result in a permanent ban. 'Come to think of it Peroroncino got quite a few twenty-four-hour bans, screwed up the ranged dps on a few raid nights because of it...'

Albedo had been silent during this entire ordeal, her face beet red. Momonga looked up into her eyes and saw them burning with desire.

'I have to do this...for science.' Momonga gulped as he spoke his next words. "Albedo...Can I touch your ch-chest?"

The atmosphere froze solid as if winter had arrived in the throne room. After those words left his lips Momonga felt like he would die of embarrassment. He had no experience with women but even he knew that wasn't something you say to lady whether she was real or an NPC.

"You don't mind...do you?"

Utter failure.

'You blew it you stupid noob!' Momonga chided himself internally, he felt like he would cringe himself out of existence in that very moment.

"Of course not, touch me as much as you wish!" Albedo declared as she puffed her chest out in a provocative way.

Momonga felt himself heating up and he couldn't help but feel a bit aroused by the situation. He placed his gauntlet back on his hand before reaching out to touch Albedo's chest, if he used his bare hand he might actually pass out from over stimulation.

His hand met Albedo's chest and he squeezed gently causing Albedo to let out a lustful moan. Such an act in-game would cause a GM to appear nearly instantaneously to view the situation and determine what punishment a player would face or if it was just a casual accident. He allowed himself to grope her for several seconds, trying his best to avoid a nosebleed as Albedo moaned under his touch. Once he was certain no GM was going to show up he released her breast.

Reality hit him like a ton of bricks…

"This is real." He muttered out loud, that realization made him forget about his embarrassment and arousal in regards to Albedo. A million thoughts began running through his head. 'Oh God, what am I going to do? Is my real body dead or will it starve to death? I have work on Monday...will my boss or coworkers check up on me? Will my body survive until then?'

"Yes, this is really happening my lord." Albedo declared, bring Momonga out of his internal conflict. "My first time...Would you like to take me right here or would you prefer to take me to your quarters? I can take off my clothes unless you would prefer to rip them off of my body."

"Now is not the time for that." Momonga said as he tried to calm down the lustful demon.

Albedo's demeanor changed instantly as she bowed before her ruler. "Please forgive me, my Lord! I didn't mean to overstep my bounds."

"I forgive you completely Albedo." Momonga replied much to Albedo's glee. Despite all the evidence showing that this was all real he still felt like he needed to test one more thing. Something that would determine if this was real.

'I could try eating.' Things like taste and smell were altogether banned from games such as this, not to mention the technology for such things wasn't available to the general public. Only the super-rich could afford such luxuries. Yggdrasil had a system for eating but it was for the sake of restoring lost HP or giving beneficial buffs to the player.

'If only there was a way I could access my inventory.' As if sensing his thoughts a small black portal appeared in front of him just like it would in game. He reached inside and imagined what he wanted and sure enough, he pulled out some mana-enriched bread. It was a simple food that someone with the cooking profession could make, it was fairly cheap and gave some decent buffs making it the perfect food for grinding mobs. One only needed high-quality food for dungeon clearing.

"Lord Momonga if you are hungry I could have the chef and sous chef prepare you a meal." Albedo said as she watched Momonga prepare to eat the bread.

"Its fine Albedo, I'm not all that hungry, this is just a snack." He brought the food up to his lips and took a bite.

It was delicious.

He wasn't the best judge of food since his meals were tubes of nutrient paste on the best of days. However, the bread in front of him tasted so real and so flaky he couldn't help but think it delicious. He quickly devoured it and had to resist grabbing more food out of his inventory. Instead, he focused on the fact that his ability to taste and feel food slide down his throat and into his stomach was the final proof that everything around him was real.

Momonga stood up and turned to Albedo. Now that he knew that all of this was real he needed to test everything. He needed to check his magic, items, weapons, and see how the other guardians were affected by the world becoming real. He was also curious about the situation outside the Great Tomb of Nazerick but he would wait until Sebas returned.

"Summon all the Floor Guardians with the exception of Gargantua and Victim and have them meet me in the fighting arena on the sixth floor in an hour. I will alert Aura and Mare myself so there is no need to contact them."

"Of course, I will see to it personally my Lord. Although if this something concerning all floors perhaps it would be best if Victim sent a subordinate in his stead, perhaps Lady Avacyn?"

"Avacyn..." Momonga didn't often think about the NPCs he had created with the aid of his friends. Pandora's Actor was the only guardian he saw on a regular basis since he had to deposit his daily earnings from farming in the treasury. 'Pandora's actor in the treasury, Avacyn, Tathamet, and Ungolia on the eighth floor...then theirs Mairon who serves under Shalltear on the first three floors.'

Pandora's actor was the only NPC Momonga could claim to be entirely his own. Most guild members loved to create NPCs to embody their hobbies or passions such as Tabula making Albedo, Nigredo, and Rubedo to be the embodiment of his favorite hobbies. The only thing Momonga ever felt passionate about was the members of his guild. Momonga made Pandora's actor as a living love letter to his guildmates, which is why Pandora's actor had the ability to shift into all forty-one members of Ainz Ooal Gown and use their abilities, albeit at eighty percent power.

After creating Pandora's actor he made the remaining four NPCs with his friends help. He had created Avacyn with Touch Me, Tathamet with Amanomahitotsu, Ungolia he created with Ulbert, and Mairon was a joint effort between him and Tabula.

Even with him sharing the creation of NPCs with his guildmates he had still felt guilty about hogging so many of their guild bases levels so one day after getting a large bonus at work he bought back five hundred levels of data for the guild base using Yggdrasil micro-transactions. His guildmates had logged on one day and found an additional five hundred levels of data for their base.

They all knew it was Momonga who had about back those five hundred levels, but they decided to drop the subject since they didn't want to argue with their stubborn guild master.

"No, its fine, just have Victim informed about what's going on later." Momonga replied simply. "The meeting will mostly depend on what Sebas finds out about our current surroundings."

"As you say, my Lord, I shall inform the other floor guardians." Albedo bowed and quickly left the room to fulfill her new assignment.

Once she was gone Momonga put his head in his hands. Left alone in the throne room he came to terms with what had just happened.

"Okay...everything in Nazerick is now real and the NPCs are alive." Momonga said out loud as he stood up from his throne. "Might as well get to testing my magic in the combat arena."

He stood up and looked at his fingers. In Yggdrasil, you were only allowed two rings by default, one on each hand. However by doing a few micro-transactions, you could buy the ability to put a ring on each finger, a must have if you took combat seriously.

'Yggdrasil could really be pay-to-win, at least the game itself was free...' Momonga thought as his eyes focused onto one ring in particular. The Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown allowed one to teleport anywhere in the Great Tomb of Nazerick. The only exceptions were individual bedrooms and the Throne Room.

Momonga exhaled deeply. He looked at the Ring, usually in the game an icon would appear that would allow him to use it, however, he simply felt like he could use it. He closed his eyes and willed himself to the sixth-floor Amphitheater.

When he opened them he was standing in the amphitheater, surrounded by the stone walls of one of its entrances.

"Wow, it really worked." He looked at the ring with wonder. "Man, if I had something like this back on earth commuting to work would have been easy." He would have saved a lot of time and money, not to mention he wouldn't have had to wear protective goggles or a ventilation mask to hide from earths pollution.

Momonga shook those thoughts from his head and focused on the situation at hand. He was in the entrance to the main amphitheater, a dimly lit passage made out of stone. At the end of the passage was a gate with metal bars which opened up to the main arena.

He walked towards the gate which opened up like a set of automatic doors. His nostrils became aware of a permeating scent, the scent of earth. Momonga now knew what a forest smelled like. He walked into the arena until he was in the center. The coliseum that he and his friends built was glorious beyond description. Yamaiko had taken charge of the design and based it on the Coliseum in Rome during the imperial period. Momonga had never seen the coliseums on earth but he knew that the one they created here surpassed it.

He looked around at the various seat, more than could be counted. In truth there was no reason to make so much seating, it was a huge waste of resources and took him and his friends months to farm the materials and even longer to construct the Coliseum.

Yet it had all been worth it.

"If only you could all be here now." Momonga muttered as he gazed at the Coliseum and the night sky above him. Being underground the sky above him was artificial. However, it was made with a lot of data so it was very realistic with a natural day and night cycle and constellations.

This place was meant to be a place where enemy raiders would converge. This was the place where all raiders ended their raids on Nazerick. The only raid to ever get past this point was was a 2,000 person raid which had made it all the way to the eighth floor. Momonga remembered him and his friends sitting in the VIP seats and watching as would-be raiders were slaughtered by the NPCs and mercenary monsters they summoned.

"Good times..." He looked around for the dark elf twins who were supposed to be the guardians of this place. Suddenly Momonga felt someone looking at him and gazed towards the VIP box.

"Hold it right there!" A female voice called out as two small forms jumped from the VIP box. A jump from that height was the equivalent to a drop from a six-story building, the figures made a feather-light landing with one of them even doing a flip mid-air. The acrobatic feat wasn't due to magic but rather physical technique.

The two figures were Aura and Mare, two dark elf twins that Bukubukuchagama had created. With golden hair and dark skin as well as hetero-chromatic eyes they were the picture of childhood innocence.

Aura pointed at Momonga in a dramatic fashion. "Who are you and why are you here? If you're of Nazerick state your business and who your Overseer is. If your another raider come to plunder this holy land then prepare to fight!"

"Y-yeah..what s-she said." Mare muttered in agreement.

"Do you not recognize me?" Momonga looked himself over and had to resist face-palming. He had only ever used his human form a handful of times, There was no real reason for assuming the form outside of role-playing purposes. While he had the same armor on as his angelic form his human face really did look quite different.

With a mental command Momonga instantly began changing shape, his human features dissipated and his two wings sprouted from his back. Unlike last time he was prepared for this and managed to balance himself easily. 'Looks like I'm getting used to this body of mine.' He thought as he flapped his wings a few times experimentally. Aside from the wings his angelic body felt identical to his human form, he reached up and felt his face and sure enough, he had a mouth, nose, and ears. He would need to experiment with his angelic body later.

Once again he felt a sense of calm permeating himself. Ever since coming to terms with the fact that the world he was in was real he had been fairly calm but now all the doubts and worries washed away.

'Is it because my angelic body has different functions to my human once?' He shook those thoughts aside and instead focused on the two young elves across from him, both of whom gazed at him with utter shock.

Upon seeing their Master both Aura and Mare got onto one knee and kneeled before him.

"Please forgive us Lord Momonga!" Aura pleaded as she gazed at the ground. "We didn't recognize you and therefore failed to show the respect a supreme being such as yourself deserves."

"F-forgive us..." Mare agreed in a timid voice and he gazed at the ground.

"There is nothing to forgive, now rise up both of you." Momonga said in as nice a voice as he could manage. He had never really dealt with children before and he was trying to sound friendly. "You only did your job of ensuring that this floor was secure. If anything I am pleased by your attentiveness."

Seeing that their Lord was happy with them they both got up and adopted a more friendly and relaxed attitude as they walked over to Momonga.

"I would like the two of you to help me with something." His gaze shifted to the scythe, the guilds weapon. He needed to test its capabilities along with his own. It wouldn't be good to not be able to use magic.

"Is that the Scythe of Ainz Ooal Gown?" Aura asked with wonder evident in her voice as her blue and green eyes gazed at the guild weapon with reverence.

"It's beautiful." Mare agreed as he gazed upon the scythe as if it was a holy artifact.

"Indeed. Crafted by the past members of this guild this weapon is a testament to their power. The weapon is made from a blend of every single type of prismatic ore melted together and forged by the guilds smiths. The nine jewels that adorn its head are each a God level artifact taken from the ultimate world boss of each of the nine realms. Its blade-" Momonga went intro great detail about the scythe embracing his inner nerd and the pride he felt at holding a weapon that his friends had put so much effort into creating.

After his explanation, he looked at the two of them and smiled.

"How would you like me to test it out? I'm having the guardians assemble here soon for a meeting so we have some time to kill."

Over the next half hour, Momonga tested his magic and was amazed by the results. In Yggdrasil, you needed to use a manually select each spell to cast it and more advanced players needed macros but now He simply needed to focus on the spell he wanted to cast and he could cast it. It was the type of control he had always dreamed of while playing the game. He could simply feel his own MP and attack range...it was truly magical.

He summoned numerous monsters and found he shared a mental connection with them and could command them quite easily. He had Aura and Mare spar with them so he could better understand how Yggdrasil's combat system now functioned in this world. Whether friendly fire was enabled, how buffs and debuffs worked, he soon found out everything he wanted to know.

Afterward, he had Aura and Mare spar with a summon from his scythe, a primal fire elemental. He watched the two of them spar with the creature. As level 100 NPCs Aura and Mare could have fun fighting the creature while not risking injury to themselves. Still, Momonga made sure to be ready to desummon the monster in case things went awry.

While the two were fighting he decided to try out his message spell. He couldn't connect to a GM or an administrator but he was still curious if the spell could connect to anyone else.

'Is there something you need Lord Momonga?' The voice of Sebas asked cordially.

'It connected?' Momonga thought in surprise. It looked like message worked in this new Yggdrasil. 'How is your mission going?'

'There appears to be a slight problem.'

'What is it Sebas? Are there hostiles from the swamps and bogs coming our way?' Nazerick was located in one of the deepest and most dangerous parts of Helheim, a swamp filled with powerful mobs of monsters. One couldn't even locate Nazerick unless they were on foot since the dungeon was cloaked by aerial surveillance like many dungeons were. Not to mention the numerous status effects the poisonous bogs caused.

If Yggdrasil had become real then the hostile monsters surrounding Nazerick could be a real problem.

'That's just it Lord Momonga. Nazerick is no longer located in the swamps of Helheim. We are on a large grassy plain. All I can see are endless grasslands as far as one can see, there aren't even any man-made structures.'

'Very well. Have the Pleiades guard the entrance to the tomb along with undead from the first level of Nazerick. I've assembled all the guardians to the sixth-floor amphitheater, come here as soon as you can and we will decide what our next move will be.'

'Understood my Lord.'

Momonga turned his attention back to the twins as they finished off the primal fire elemental. The two ran back to him with looks of excitement and happiness on their faces as if they'd just had fun at a theme park. Although he noted both seemed to have sweat a great deal.

"That was so much fun!" Aura declared happily.

'I-It really was f-fun Lord M-Momonga."

"I'm glad you both had fun, however, it seems you both look like you've overheated a bit." He opened up his item box and pulled out an item known as Bottomless Pitcher of Water. The game had a hunger and thirst mechanic so a bottomless pitcher of water was a huge quality of life upgrade. He would often use it to rehydrate his character and his mounts.

The pitcher was made out of a beautiful transparent material just like it had been in the game, although he noted that the pitcher had water condensation outside of it in the form of little droplets, indicating how cold and refreshing the water was. Those graphical features hadn't been present in the game. After finishing his observations of the pitcher he pulled out three glasses and offered two of them to Aura and Mare.

"Here, you don't want to get dehydrated."

"Wow, thank you Lord Momonga." Aura cheerfully accepted the glass while her brother took his with a 'thank you' so quiet Momonga barely heard it.

Momonga took his own glass and held it up in front of him, curious if this body of his could even drink. In the game, angels could eat and drink to regain health and get buffs. Although it was noted in the Yggdrasil lore that technically Angels simply absorbed energy from the universe in order to survive. He was curious which would win out, lore or game mechanics.

In his angelic form, he had a face and mouth so he should be able to drink the water in front of him. He brought the glass to his lips and drank, sure enough, he could feel the cold water going down his throat and into his stomach.

'I really need to test out this new body when I'm alone and see what's going on with it.' He thought as he finished his glass of water. He took the glasses from Aura and mare and returned them to his item box along with the pitcher.

Suddenly the sound of a gate opening drew all their attention to a magical gate in the center of the arena. Out of it stepped a young woman with silver hair and red eyes.

Momonga knew who it was instantly. Aside from Pandora's actor the NPCs he had the most interaction with was Shalltear Bloodfallen and Mairon as both were level 100 NPCs who defended the tomb against invaders on the first three floors. By the time his guild members had quit the game Yggdrasil itself was falling in popularity so they were never raided again, however that didn't stop lone wanderers from trying to invade the tomb for easy loot. It often fell to Momonga, Shalltear, and Mairon to repel the lone invaders.

Momonga watched as one guardian after another appeared. As he watched them he couldn't help but wonder what he would do now. If the game was now real then the guardians should be loyal to him, however, would they be disloyal and rebel if they didn't like him? He watched the guardians make small-talk with each other as they awaited the return of Sebas and he knew that they were real judging by their interactions with one another.

Shalltear, Albedo, Demiurge, Cocytus, as well as Aura and Mare. The only two who weren't here were Victim and Gargantua. Victim was too valuable to take away from the eighth floor when all the other guardians were here and Gargantua wasn't one for talking since it was a mindless golem.

'If this is real should I even try to return to earth?' He wondered. He had no friends beyond acquiescence at work, his friends had quit Yggdrasil and were so busy with their lives they barely had time for him, and he had no family ever since his parents had died.

Momonga was broken from his musings by Shalltear approaching him and bowing before him.

"Greetings my Master, the sole being that I cannot conquer." Shalltear said as she licked her lips, her red tongue sticking out among her otherwise pale skin. "You're as beautiful and perfect as ever my Master..."

'Wait...what?' Momonga thought as he looked at Shalltear. He had never had a woman hit on him before so this was a new experience. The only woman in his life was his work colleagues who he retained a somewhat friendly but very professional relationship with, and the girl down at his local convenience store who hated him so much she dropped change into his hand to avoid making skin contact with him.

"Its good to see you as well Shalltear, Its good to see all of you." He turned to the rest of the Guardians in an attempt to make the atmosphere with Shalltear less awkward. "I've gathered you here today to apprise you of our current situation, Sebas should be along shortly to give us an update. Sure enough a few seconds later Sebas entered the amphitheater, after bowing to Momonga he began updating the Guardians of their current whereabouts.

"As I told Lord Momonga we are currently located on a grassy plain. The swamps of Helheim are gone and there doesn't seem to be anything intelligent in the immediate area. The only forms of life I encountered were insects and small animals such as rabbits. "

"That is unfortunate." Momonga said as he began thinking. If this was a new world the first thing they needed to do was secure their location. "The swamps of Helheim were extremely unpleasant but also gave the Tomb a natural defense. Albedo and Demiurge, I will entrust the two of you with reinforcing Nazerick's defenses and strengthening our information gathering. I want to know more about this world we've been transported to. Whether it be another of the Nine Realms of a new world entirely."

"Yes Lord Momonga." Albedo and Demiurge agreed in unison.

"My Lord." Demiurge spoke up. "I would like permission to use winged units to scout the area. Avacyn's Angels would be extremely useful. Also for ground patrols using Mairon's subordinates might be useful since the Wraith knights are excellent mounted units, although it might be best to hold the Four Horsemen in Nazerick for defensive purposes."

"Permission granted." Momonga turned to Mare. "Mare would it be possible to conceal Nazerick?"

"It would be difficult if we use only magic, however by covering the walls with dirt and vegetation we could make Nazerick appear as a hill."

Albedo turned to Mare with an angry glint in her eyes. "You would suggest covering the walls of sacred Nazerick with dirt and moss?"

"Albedo don't make needless remarks." Momonga ordered.

"Yes, forgive me Lord."

"Cover the wall of Nazerick with dirt and make it appear as a hill." Momonga ordered. "Also be sure to use magic to grow vegetation upon the dirt to make us match with the surroundings. Also if this truly is a grassy plain then creating several dummy hills around the area would also be a good idea. A lone hill on an otherwise flat plain might seem suspicious otherwise. We will use illusions to cover up anything that the hills cant."

"It will be done."

"If this truly is a New World I want everyone on alert until we figure out what's going on." Momonga looked at each of the Guardians and considered his next words. "Before I have you leave to accomplish your task I have one question for each of you. First, Shalltear: What kind of person do you see me as?"

"A concentration of beauty. You're the most beautiful person in all the nine realms and any worlds beyond. You embody all that is alive and all that is death, perfectly balanced into a single flawless form."

"Cocytus?"

"You. Are. Strength. Personified. A. Leader. That. Is. Fit. To. Rule. All."

"Aura?"

"Merciful and exceedingly considerate to those you rule."

"Mare?"

"I think you're s-super nice."

"Demiurge?"

"You are wise in judgment and possess unfathomable wisdom which you exercise in your rule."

"Sebas?"

"You're the Leader of the Supreme Beings, and the merciful one who stayed with us when all others had left."

"Last but not least Albedo."

"You are the ruler of the Supreme Beings and our exalted master, as well as the man I love."

"I see. I understand all of your thoughts. I'm entrusting you to fulfill the job roles my friends had. Strive to be ever loyal." Momonga teleported away as the Guardians bowed humbly before him again.

Momonga appeared outside the Throne Room and began making his way to his personal chambers. Although there was no real point to it he and his friends had made numerous rooms for their avatars to stay in while. After a few minutes, he arrived in his room let out a deep breath.

"Why do they all think so highly of me?" He wondered out loud. "How much do they know? Were they aware that they were programs and that Yggdrasil was a game? How do they perceive their life before all of this?

Worst of all what if he didn't live up to their expectations? They all thought so much of him, especially Albedo who was madly in love with him.

"What should I do about Albedo? I'll never be able to face Tabula again…."


"Three days." Momonga muttered as he stood in front of a mirror in his bedroom. It had been three days since he was transported to this new world from his video game and he had spent most of those three days touring Nazerick and getting used to this new body of his.

Currently, he was naked in his angelic form and observing himself in the mirror. In Yggdrasil Lore angels took many forms, however, the highest angels in the celestial order had obscured forms since they were embodiments of Light and sound from the Light-song. Despite being made out of light his form was like looking at a shadow person. His skin and everything about him looked like darkness that was solidified to a humanoid form, he had glowing blue eyes but otherwise, all his features appeared to be made from darkness.

He also studied his body's functions. His angelic form didn't require food or water but could consume them for pleasure. He also didn't need to use the bathroom anymore, he simply assumed that his angelic body absorbed all the energy from food and drink and dropped the subject, though he did still have a penis and found it was fully functional. He did require sleep albeit much less, he was able to function for an entire day on nothing more than a power nap.

There wasn't much to say about his human form aside from the fact that it functioned as a human would. He needed to eat, drink, and sleep like an average human. He even had to use the bathroom if he stayed in his human form long enough. He actually became rather fond of his human form and would spend his free time in it as much as possible.

He even began to like its appearance, although he wished he looked more manly.

"Who was it that Bukubukuchagama said she used as an inspiration for my design? I think it was Sephiroth..." He knew it was a character from an ancient Final Fantasy game but he couldn't remember the specifics. He also knew the Yggdrasil devs were inspired by Sephiroth since the final angelic bosses in one of the dungeons were the Ten Archangels of Sephira. One of his guildmates had even named Victims home on the eighth floor Sephiroth.

The only thing he wished to change was his silver hair, Bukubukuchagama said silver was a good color for him since it would match the grey smoke of his blue ethereal wings, however, he didn't much care for it. His hair was also extremely long going below his shoulders and onto his back a bit. In real life, he kept his hair short and neat so he really wasn't used to having so much long hair.

Nazerick technically had stores, a nail salon, a bar, and even a hair salon. However, the person who cut hair was Neuronist Painkill, the Nazerick torturer. He had made it a point to meet with her at one point and while he found her appearance nightmarish she was actually rather pleasant despite her tendency to talk so damn much. In the end, he didn't want his hair put in the hands of someone like her and the thought of her creepy hands and tentacles touching his hair terrified him. So, in the end, he decided to just deal with his long hair.

"At least I'm kind of handsome in a pretty boy way. I looked pretty average back on earth." He grabbed a black silk robe from a nearby chair and put it over himself. The feeling of silk with a high thread count made him relax. Ever since coming to this world he was treated like a king by the NPCs. His quarters were so luxurious they honestly made him uncomfortable. While he enjoyed taking actual baths in the Nazerick bathhouse and sleeping in an extravagantly comfortable bed he found the lavishness of the decoration in his room rather overwhelming.

However staying indoor had made him rather stir crazy. Even the vastness of the sixth floor had lost its luster. He needed some fresh air and a chance to stretch his legs. He took off his silk robe and adorned himself in his god-tier armor and walked out of his room. Upon exiting his room he saw Narberal Gamma who he had dismissed earlier while he changed his clothes.

The Pleiades battle maid bowed. "Lord Momonga what is it you require?"

"I'm going outside for a bit." He answered simply.

"Please let me gather together an armed escort."

"That won't be necessary." He cursed the fact that his ring didn't allow teleportation in guild bedrooms, otherwise he could have teleported straight to the entrance.

"Please reconsider, if you were to come under attack we wouldn't be able to shield you from harm."

She made perfect sense but after days of being attended to constantly all he wanted was some time alone outside of his bedroom. "Your loyalty pleases me but this is something I must do alone, that's my final decision."

Narberal's face was like stone but he could tell she wasn't happy with his choice, regardless she bowed obediently.

Momonga walked until he reached an area his ring could work and immediately teleported to the first of Nazerick's floors. The Mausoleum was built like a tomb with numerous graves and sarcophagi which held numerous traps and undead monsters that would attack enemy players. He walked along the stone pathways until he came face to face with three monsters.

The Demon Lord of Wrath, Envy, and Avarice. They were powerful creatures summoned with special mercenary contracts, each was between level 70 and 80. Upon seeing Momonga each of these great demons got onto one knee and bowed before their master.

"Lord Momonga?" Demiurge called out from behind the three demons as he bowed before his mater. "What brings you here, and without an escort?"

Momonga had been caught red-handed, however after days of being surrounded by an entourage he didn't care anymore, he wanted some time away from Nazerick. "I needed some fresh air and I wished to gaze upon this New World with my own eyes. I've been reading your reports but reading about something and seeing something are two different things."

"I see, as expected of a wise leader." Demiurge agreed. "However I must insist on an escort for you."

"It was my understanding that the area surrounding Nazerick has been secure within a two-kilometer radius." Momonga answered simply. "I trust that you have all made the area secure enough for me to wander, I promise not to stray out of the secured area."

"I'm pleased and honored that you trust in our ability to secure Nazerick...regardless I must insist you have an escort. Even if theirs the smallest chance of harm coming to you we must be there to act as your shields."

Momonga had to resist losing his temper. "Very well, I will allow you alone to escort me."

An elegant smile played across Demiurge's face. "I appreciate you granting my selfish request Lord Momonga."

They said nothing else as they left the tomb, Momonga stepped out into the open air of the outside world and felt his breath escape him.

Back In Yggdrasil Nazerick was located in Helheim, one of the nine realms. It was a land that was eternally dark and cold and shrouded in a perpetual night which made for dismal scenery.

But here was different.

Gazing up at the stars, he sighed in amazement and shook his head several times as if he couldn't believe it. The sky before him was absolutely perfect, so clear he felt he could see every star in the night sky. That meant the sky here wasn't polluted like the earth was, there would be no need for breathing masks here.

Momonga shifted into his angelic form, he felt his wings sprout from his back and he gave them a good flap. Next thing he knew he was airborne.

He had flown a few times in Nazerick but he was fairly restricted inside the Tomb, even on the larger floors. But out here in the open, he could fly as far as he wanted. He tested his speed and maneuverability and found he could maneuver his wings extremely well. Flying was as easy to grasp as running.

Eventually, he felt he had ascended enough and found himself hovering in the night sky. He gazed at the sky and the world below him.

Momonga sighed as he spoke. "I wonder what Blue Planet would say if he could see this..." He remembered his old friend, the romanticist who loved nature above all things. Blue Planet had started playing Yggdrasil to experience nature in the virtual world since it was impossible to experience on the polluted earth. Blue Planet had designed the night sky on the sixth level along with most of the forests and vegetation.

Momonga was broken from his thoughts by the sound of wings to his side. He turned and saw Demiurge's who had changed into a more frog-like form with wings on his back. Demiurge had ten points in the job class shape-shifter so it was easy for him to turn into numerous useful forms.

"Being able to see an entire world with nothing but the light of the moon and the stars in the sky...this world glows like jewels in a treasure box."

"Perhaps it is a box of jewels. This world must be beautiful because it contains jewels for you to adorn yourself with Lord Momonga." Demiurge answered with what seemed like flattery.

"Perhaps you're right." Momonga answered Demiurge's reasoning made as much sense as anything else that had happened so far. "Still claiming a box of jewels for myself seems greedy. The Great Tomb of Nazerick, my friends and all their creations should be adorned as well." The guild had never been about selfishness, unlike most guilds which were torn apart by the desire for loot. Ainz Ooal Gown was different, loot had always been shared and greed was looked down upon.

"That's an attractive and selfless idea my Lord. You need but say the word and Nazerick's armies would claim this world for you without hesitation."

Momonga chuckled softly at the melodrama, it seemed as if Demiurge had taken after his creator. Ulbert always was one for dramatics.

"We can't be certain that we are the only ones here, perhaps this worlds denizens are stronger than us, we must proceed carefully...but taking over an entire world does sound like fun. It was also the dream of Ainz Ooal Gown to conquer one of the nine realms in Yggdrasil. Perhaps I can make that dream a reality in this world." He turned to Demiurge. "Still there is something more important to do..."

"Might I ask what troubles you Lord Momonga?" Demiurge asked curiously.

"Hmmm...My main goal should be to spread the name of Ainz Ooal Gown throughout this world." Over a dozen of his friends had appeared to wish him one last farewell before logging out one last time, perhaps there was a chance some of them were stuck here as well. At the very least Tabula and Herohero could have been trapped in this new world.

"Conquering this world would spread the name of Ainz Ooal Gown faster than anything Lord Momonga."

"Perhaps..." Momonga gazed at this beautiful world before him and closed his eyes.

'Still...what's the point of holding the world in your hands if theirs no one around to show it off to?'


Momonga sat in his main office gazing at a mirror three feet in diameter. Rather than showing his reflection the mirror showed the grassy plains that surrounded Nazerick.

Momonga lifted a hand and swiped the mirror to the right and sure enough, the image moved to the right.

The Item was a mirror of remote viewing. Since it would show a specified location it was an item useful for pvp since one could spy on enemy players. In Yggdrasil, it had limited uses but in this New World, it seemed to have no real limitations on distance. He used it to scan the surrounding areas but he couldn't find any signs of sentient life. He saw wild animals such as rabbits and the occasional deer but otherwise, he saw nothing of note.

To his side Sebas was watching him, like any good butler he was waiting on Momonga should he need anything. However, Momonga couldn't help but find being waited on a bit weird.

"Sebas could you please bring me a snack and drink? I get the feeling I'll be at this for awhile." Currently, he was in his angelic form and thus felt no hunger or thirst but he still enjoyed the taste of food and the feeling of cool liquid going down his throat. It helped him focus and broke up the tedium of using the mirror.

"Of course my Lord, is there anything, in particular, you are craving?"

"Anything that would be easy to eat while I work, perhaps a snack platter. As for the drink something cool and refreshing like cola."

"I'll see what the chefs have available."

An hour later Momonga was eating a snack while viewing the mirror when he finally stumbled upon the first sign of intelligent life since he entered the New World. Specifically, it was numerous wheat fields laid out in such a way that it was obvious they weren't wild wheat but were rather being cultivated.

Eventually, he found a village, the word pastoral came to mind when looking at it, it seemed like the denizens of this world weren't terribly advanced. Either that or this was a very poor region without technology. The buildings were simple but seemed well made. Most were wood with an occasional stone one. As he zoomed in he saw something was off. People were running around and going from one building to another.

"What's going on? Is this some sort of festival?" Momonga asked as he zoomed in.

"No, that's not it my Lord..." Sebas moved in from the side to view the mirror, his steely voice matched his piercing gaze as he watched the mirror.

Knights in full plate were brandishing swords at simple villagers who were fleeing for their lives.

It was a massacre.

Villagers were falling one by one as Knights cut them down, men, women, and children were being killed indiscriminately.

Momonga felt angry.

'What's wrong with me? I would have probably would have fainted at the sight of blood in the real world. Instead, when I watch this I don't feel fear or disgust...only anger at the unfairness of it all.' Momonga wasn't a naive fool, he had lived in a cruel world. Earth was a dog eat dog world run by mega-corporations where the rich got richer and the poor were trampled upon the same way the knights were trampling the villagers.

Momonga watched as one man, in particular, was cruelly beaten and cut by the knights. He was an older man and as he lay dying Momonga managed to hear some of the words the man uttered in his last breaths.

'Please...my daughters...'

Momonga felt like he had been stabbed in the heart with a shard of ice. He recalled his own childhood, his father had passed away when he was young to the point where he only had a few foggy memories about the man. His Mother, however, died shortly after he graduated from elementary school. In order to support both of them and pay for his education, his mother had been working double shifts at a factory all the while trying to take care of him.

One morning when she should have been resting she got up early to make him his favorite meal. She collapsed in the kitchen right before him, her heart had given out. He recalled running up to her side as she breathed her last breath. He could still remember her last words.

"Satoru...my son..."

Momonga shook that memory from his mind. His mother had been dead for years. Her ashes kept in an urn next to his fathers in the living room of his apartment.

He looked back at the screen and saw two young girls running from a couple of knights, no doubt the man's daughters. The older one was assisting the younger one as they tried to flee into the woods.

"What will you do Lord Momonga?" Sebas asked curiously, breaking Momonga from his thoughts.

"I don't like running into a situation without knowing all the facts. This could be a war between two nations and getting involved could endanger Nazerick." He knew the smart thing to do would be to ignore this situation, but seeing so many innocents slaughtered infuriated him. "Hmm, If it were two armies I could ignore it but such a slaughter is hardly fair..." He looked a Sebas and couldn't help but be reminded of Touch Me, his old friend would have gone to help without hesitation.

Momonga got up from his chair and grabbed the Scythe of Ainz Ooal Gown which had been hovering by his side.

"Are you going to help them Lord Momonga?" Sebas asked as he watched his master who was checking over his equipment.

"Yes, saving someone who is in trouble is common sense." Momonga responded as he readied himself for battle. "Isn't that what Touch Me would say?"

The Butlers usually steely demeanor shattered for a second and he allowed a smile to adorn his face. "You are most right Lord Momonga, that's exactly what my creator would say in this situation. However I beg that you wait so that I can assemble an escort for you, we do not know the enemies strength."

"Not an option, every second wasted more of them are slaughtered. Go find Albedo and have her meet me at the village, be sure she is ready for combat. Also, have troops trained in stealth follow in after us."

"Then allow me to escort you, my Lord. I am a capable combatant."

"No." Momonga answered firmly. "I need you to relay my orders and bring the security level of Nazerick to maximum. Don't worry Sebas, I can always flee with teleportation magic should the worst come to pass."

He lifted his scythe in front of him.

"Gate!"

Momonga traveled by way of the most reliable teleportation spell in Yggdrasil. His view changed and he found himself standing in a small clearing within a forest. He saw the two girls he had been watching earlier. The older one, the elder sister had shoulder-length hair in a braid. Fear had drained the blood from her healthy tanned skin. Her eyes brimmed with tears and blood flowed down from an open wound in her back where a blade had cut her. The younger sister held onto her older sister as her body trembled in fear.

Momonga looked coolly at the knight standing before him. The knight's blade was red with blood, no doubt he was the one who had cut the elder sister. The Knight stood still as he gazed at Momonga, no doubt he had been thrown off by Momonga teleporting in.

Momonga had lived a non-violent life, aside from video game violence he never so much as hurt a fly. Yet for the first time in his life, he felt the urge to fight and he felt no fear, only anger. He flapped his wings as he activated one of his passive-use abilities.

Fear Aura

His Job skills in Enochian Mage allowed him to use up to three different types of auras which could debuff enemies or buff and heal allies. He chose a fear aura which on top of causing fear in enemies debuffed them and made them more vulnerable to certain types of magic.

With his preparations complete he lifted his free hand, stretched it out, and promptly cast a spell.

"Drain Soul."

The spell he used was one of his favorites, a powerful ninth tier spell meant to cause massive damage or instant death if the targets resistances were low enough.

He watched in amazement as the soul of the Knight was sucked from his body and was dragged to Momonga's outstretched hand. The Knights body crumbled yet his souls flew across the ground as its humanoid form grasped at the earth as it tried to resist being pulled towards Momonga. The souls fighting was futile and soon it arrived in his outstretched hand where it took the form of a small grey gem.

This jewel was a soul gem.

Soul gems were a resource that his job class of Soul Mage used. Soul gems were a secondary class resource he could use when casting spells. By sacrificing one he could strengthen a spell, or reduce the mana cost of a spell, and by sacrificing enough of them he could even use some super tier spells without sacrificing experience points and even allowing him to bypass the casting limit of some of his super tier spells. Some of his unique Soul Magic spells required soul gems to be able to cast in general.

'I'm holding someone's soul in my hand.' He thought as he gazed at the small gem. He had thousands of them in his inventory, perhaps even hundreds of thousands. He made a point to harvest the soul of every creature he killed back in Yggdrasil. He used to farm them for hours before his guild raided since they were so useful to his class.

He stopped his musings and turned to the other knight. The sisters were still huddled and seemed utterly terrified. He couldn't blame them given the circumstances and made it a point to help them once he finished off his opponent.

He felt much more confident now that he knew his magic would work on these enemies, and that he had a chance at defeating them.

He saw the other knight seemed to be panicking as he took several steps back while holding up his sword and shield in a defensive manner.

"Monster!" The Knight yelled as he backed away in fear.

"Monster?" Momonga asked as he put the soul gem into his inventory. "The only monster I see here is you. What kind of man try's to kill little girls but doesn't have the nerve to face me?" Momonga decided to use a middle of the road spell, a simple damage over time spell would be good.

The Knight dropped his weapons and began running away but it was too late.

"Final Breath!"

Momonga exhaled a fog-like smoke which coated the ground in front of him and flowed swiftly to the Knight who was fleeing. It soon overtook him and he could only scream as he fell to his knees.

The man's flesh began to dry out as his body began to rapidly decay. He let out a mournful wail as he fell to the ground and curled up as his body failed him, after a few seconds all that was left was a body that looked akin to a mummy, only his armor and clothes remained unaffected.

"Pathetic, and that was only a weak fifth tier spell."

Seeing his opponents were so fragile made all the worry drain from Momonga's body. He now knew he stood a chance in this New World. There was a possibility that these two opponents were fairly weak but it was a load off his mind to know that he stood a chance against any enemies that might show up.

'Still...I should create some summons to serve as my shields, no point in getting cocky now.' Momonga thought as he thought of the right spell to use. He had numerous summons, they were one of the main reasons he had created this character build in the first place. He needed a good defense so his mind was made up.

"Create Middle-Tier Undead: Death Knight."

When the spell was used in Yggdrasil the monster would simply appear out of thin air, however here it seemed to work differently. A black fog oozed out of thin air and covered the body of the knight whose soul had been taken. The corpse began to flinch and move as its body distorted. Momonga heard the two girls shriek but ignored them so he could focus on what was occurring before him.

A black liquid glugged noisily out of the slit in the knight's helmet as the dark ooze covered the knights entire body. It was like watching a human get preyed on by a slime. Once the darkness enveloped the entire body the knight's shape began to warp and change.

After several seconds the body expanded to impossible proportions and the ooze faded away revealing the Death Knight.

The Death Knight was easily seven in a half feet tall and his body was insanely thick. In his left hand was a tower shield that covered three-quarters of his body and in his right hand, he held a flamberge. Usually, such a large sword was held in two hands but the Death Knight wielded it as if it were a longsword with his right hand alone. His entire body was covered in black armor which looked impenetrable with spikes jutting out from numerous places such as his shoulders. On top of his head, he wore a great horned helmet that covered his face, only revealing two eyes that glowed with a red light full of hatred. A raven black mantle covered his back as he stood by awaiting orders.

"Impressive...and it used a dead body...very different from Yggdrasil." Momonga muttered as he looked at the body of the other knight he killed. "I wonder if a desiccated body like this would work as well?"

He cast the same spell over the other knight to the same results. It created a Death Knight identical to the other one, he now had two powerful servants.

Momonga was about to send them into the village but realized that might not be the best idea. Death Knights were the equivalent of a level 45 monster, however, most of that was because of their defensive skills. He decided to test out his abilities a bit more and give his Death knights some support.

Momonga pulled out three souls gems from his inventory. He decided to summon a few angels to back up his Death Knights. By using souls gems in the summoning his angels would be buffed and last longer without despawning. The threw the souls gems into the air and began casting his spells, with each spell one of the gems shattered and its power unleashed.

"Summon Middle-Tier Angel: Maiden of Death."

"Summon Middle-Tier Angel: Principality of Protection."

"Summon Middle-Tier Angel: Archangel of Judgment."

Three angels came into being within the clearing, Momonga heard gasps of wonder from behind him, no doubt the girls he had saved. However once again his focus was on his newly summoned minions.

The Maiden of Death appeared as a female angel covered in black armor with flowing black robes with intricate golden designs on them. Her face was obscured by shadows and her glowing blue eyes pierced one's very soul. Ghastly grey ethereal wings were present on her back and she gave off an aura that seemed to chill the air around her. In her armored hands, she wielded a large black scythe.

This summon as meant to be a dps summon whose agility and speed made it hard for an enemy to hit, the perfect summon for harassing enemy players. The Maiden of Death could also turn incorporeal when not attacking making it very hard to damage through normal means. Its level was 40.

The Principality of Protection appeared as a male angel encased in white armor, giving it the look of a holy knight. On its left hand was a tower shield made of a silver alloy that glowed with holy light and in its right hand was a mace made out of silver that glowed with a white light. This angels wings were large and appeared to be made out of feathers that glowed with divine light.

This summon was meant to be a support summon that would heal and buff allies, as well as cast protective magic on them. It could also slow down and debuff enemies and shackle them with holy magic. It's attacking stats were basically useless unless it was fighting undead who were weak to holy magic. As a defensive buffer it was level 50 summon but in terms of attack, its power was equivalent to a level 10 summon, unless it was facing undead in which case its attack power was doubled.

The Archangel of Judgment appeared as a male Knight in golden armor with giant wings made out of fire. It wielded a greatsword with both hands and the blade of the sword glowed red with heat as flames radiated from the blade. A halo made out of flames hovered above its head giving it a regal appearance.

The Archangel of Judgment was a frontline offensive summon with equal defensive and offensive capability. Unlike the Maiden of Death who dodged attacks, the Archangel of Judgment was meant to face enemies head on. Its only special ability was its aura of Fire resistance which buffed allies fire resistance while debuffing the fire resistance of enemies, allowing its flaming sword to deal more damage. Its level was a measly 30 but its all-around balance made it useful as a distraction.

Momonga looked at his summons and could feel his connection to them. He pointed in the direction of the village.

"Go to the village and defeat the knights attacking it while protecting the villagers. You may kill the knights but be sure to spare about a dozen of them, including their leader. I want them alive and coherent for interrogation."

"The sinful will reap what they sow!" The Maiden of Death screeched in a bone-chilling voice as she flapped her wings and went to the village.

"The Innocent will be protected my Lord and the sinful will be detained to await your judgment." The Principality of Protection stated in a regal tone before flying off.

"Judgment has come, they will be purified...IN FLAME!" The Archangel of Judgment stated as it flew towards the village.

The Death Knights said nothing and instead turned towards the village and sprinted after the angels.

"I didn't expect the angels to be able to talk..." Momonga muttered as he watched his summons head towards the village. Technically angelic summons in Yggdrasil had voice lines that they would say at random when in combat, but aside from that they were usually silent. "So are they sentient like the other NPCs? I need to research this later."

Momonga turned to the two girls who were gazing at him with looks equal part amazement and fear.

Momonga waved at them.

"Hello there."


Authors note

Amazed by the overwhelmingly positive response, thank you all for the reviews.

Credit to Mathew5641- He created the spell Final Breath and suggested it to me. If any of you have ideas for spells feel free to Pm me or leave them in a review.

Sorry if these chapters are a bit long, I have trouble writing a decent flow and they tend to drag on. I know I can skip a great deal of this stuff but I kind of want to rewrite certain parts of the Light Novel, especially ones where minor changes happen.

Someone said I should use Japanese terms like -san, and -sama. I won't be doing this because it really doesn't translate all that well in terms of grammar and proper English honorifics and titles. Also I think its weird for everything to be in English but still use Japanese honorifics.

Many of you are curious about the four new NPCs. The names of them are the biggest hints, if you're a big enough nerd you can probably tell what they are like based on the name and the guild member who helped Momonga in creating them.

Also as you may have noticed Ainz Ooal Gown the guild is higher in the rankings then they were in the Light Novel. Momonga's better character build along with several other events allowed the guild to gain a higher rank and numerous other things.

That's all for now, please leave a review and feel free to leave suggestions. I can't promise I'll use them but I will promise to read them.