Authors note: Oh no! It would appear that images don't show up on . NUUU! :( . Anyways! I really do appreciate the 2 suggestions I got from metallax and Guest(once you come up with an avatar name tell me and I shall replace it with guest). This chapter isn't going to reveal much more about the outside world so it's gonna be mostly based within Nazarick walls. The reason why? I WANT YOU ALL TO GIVE ME TONS OF SUGGESTIONS ON THIS NEW WORLD! Trust me I will read them in the review section. Thx! So don't expect any large details in this chapter. :)

P.S. Also I changed my avatar portrait to a picture of my screen displaying the map on google docs. xD So SEE?! I did put an image down for it. But nothing works these days. :( -Started 2/22/2018- .

Chapter 3: Need some Painkiller? :)

Deep within the center of Pillage Lake, there stood what seemed to be an octopuses bloated gray corpse. It wouldn't have seemed all that strange in water. But this ~creature~ was far deeper than the lowest depths of the lake. This was Neuronist Painkill, delighted to see so many creatures caged up, ready for "questioning" at her disposal. There were many aisles and aisles of cages, 99% of the thousands of cages were empty, and they had been for years. They stopped being used once the supreme beings got bored of capturing and learning about the small Yggdrasil critters and monsters that no one else paid much attention too. All of the cages made from enchanted black prismatic lord metal (Very cheap but was impossible for anything, even damage type characters to break it at a level below 45.) were stacked onto eachother only ending once it reached the ceiling, which in here was 30 meters. The cages continued to stretch in zig zag patterns across the room. Some were large enough to hold 50 meter large dragons (But not strong enough to hold high level yggdrasil dragons.) while others were so small, a human could get their thumb stuck in the tiny door. Neuronist pranced up to a stone chair. There laying was a young blonde boy. More specifically, an elf. Although there was blood covering his forehead, and a little bit smearing through his ragged cloth covered chest. He had been revived and had his most recent memories wiped upon Momonga's negative response to the whole situation. She was told not to bring any attempts to harm him, ~but she wanted to so badly!~ But she also dares not to object the will of a god.

1 hour earlier: The Throne Room, Floor #10

All the pleiades were nervously staring straight at Sebas's and Momonga's eyes as they were being scolded for not messaging them before beginning an attack. Even worse. Entoma had insects bloated with what would have been elves...well only...after you put together the chunky puzzle pieces that were scattered amongst hundreds of bugs. While there was some good news, such as the elf Solution had on her shoulder. Which they accidentally killed, had some kind of new magical spell that was unknown to Momonga , the pleiades told him that the elf had one shot a level 11 shield beetle.

Momonga while still very angry about the whole situation, he was more curious to test something out. "WHY DID YOU ENGAGE IN COMBAT WITHOUT MY PERMISSION PLEIADES?!" A sudden green light overtook his thoughts and he calmed down. 'This is starting to become more and more frequent!' He thought while a fragment of his anger was still remaining.

Narberal stopped standing in the straight line, she took a step forward and bowed onto one knee. All the pleiades saw what she was doing and followed her motion. Narberal then began speaking in a nervous tone as she tried to apologize to her lord the best way she could. "M'Lord, Forgive us for misunderstanding your holy words of wisdom and hope we did not disrupt any of your infinitely supreme plans. For we were under the foolish belief that you had stated, "Only retreat if the opponents show even the slightest advantage." So we decided to test their power with an attack, oh how foolish we were to not have messaged neither Supreme Lord Momonga nor Master Sebas."" Narberal and then the other pleiades persisted to take a full bow, putting their beautiful flawless faces into the soft and stainless golden laced red carpet of the Throne Room. All saying in unison without looking upon their lords image."Show no mercy to these foolish ones."

Momonga was flabbergasted! 'Oh right *cough cough* I guess I do remember saying something similar to that!' He was embarrassed, yet had no intention of letting these living, breathing, and most treasured NPCs, that had so much loyalty and respect for him, to see it. So he began clearing his throat to say. "*cough* Umu….Y-Yes I do believe we have a misunderstanding here, I forgive you all for this slip up of mine, but as I will try to not let it happen again. You as well will always avoid any further issues in the future." All of the pleiades, even sebas turned to Momonga, batted their eyes once in his direction.. and jumped up slightly while gasping in surprise, at the moment he said "this slip up of MINE" for they could not imagine a supreme being such as himself to ever make even the slightest mistake. Narberal mumbled this under her breath, and she knew everyone else must have been thinking it too. "What...such a….compassionate Lord."

"Now onto more important matters! Pleiades arise! Solution set the elf in front of me, then along with everyone else, get the other two elves you had mentioned before OUT of those beetles stomachs and back into top condition!"

"Yes m'lord! Your will shall be done!" They excitedly said in unison with the thought in mind 'Lord momonga is so fricki'n cool!'

Momonga turned his head to Sebas whom was standing at his side not saying a word for the past 5 minutes. "Sebas assist them and make sure no mistakes are made."

Sebas hesitated for no more than a mere moment to leave his current position of protecting lord Momonga. "Of course, as you wish Lord. But would you like me to call in any protection for your exalted well being?" He stated with an almost uncharacteristically caring manner.

"No Sebas, I wish to be alone. You may come back within an hour."

Sebas straightened his back and held his head up with his previous stone face of pride and dignity. "Understood My lord." He walk out of the room and that was the end of it. Momonga was rid of everyone's gaze as it felt like they were staring him down in an unreadable, uncomfortable, and nearly unrecognizable to their true emotions, way. "Haaaaaah, one less thing to worry about." He turned to the (now clearly a male) elf who was laying passed out on his belly in front of him. Placing his skeletal hands on his shoulders, he raised him up until it looked like he was standing on his own two poorly covered feet. Except not a single muscle in his body flinched for a natural reaction.

Momonga closed his non-existing eyes to do exactly what he had truly been curious to try out since he heard news of the elves.

He tried casting a spell to determine what his stats and build must be. After casting [Greater Discern Enemy] (A second tier spell)it felt as though a large darker-than-the-abyss hole appeared within his mind. Then the elfs full character analysis appeared within it. 'Well this isn't how it worked in the game.' Momonga thought.

Race: Tomb Elf Name: Harlum Lovefolk: The Useless Surplus / My only friend (Isabelle)

Job: Wheat Farmer (More like sit around and eat wheat foods.)

Residence: The Community of Tomb Elves, A forest, Next to Tomb Lake.

Allegiance: Minor Good Sense of Justice: 5

Current Status: Deep "Sleep".

Total Levels: (8)

Racial levels: (4)

Acute Sensory (1)

Night Vision (1)

Talent Holder (2)

Job Levels: (4)

Farmer (1)

Terramancer (1)

Mage (1)

Adept Mage (1)

-0- -50- -100-

H.P.: ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒-(Status: Weak from revival.)

M.P.: ▒▒▒▒▒-(Status: Nearly Depleted)

PHY. ATK.:▒▒(5 pts.)

PHY. DEF.:▒▒▒▒▒(10 pts.)

AGILITY:▒▒▒(8 pts.)

MAG. ATK.▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒(15 pts.)

MAG. DEF. ▒(0 pts.)

RESIST:▒▒(5 pts.)

SPECIAL:▒▒▒▒▒(10 pts.)

Total Ability Points: (53) .

The image disappeared from within Momonga's inner thoughts. After hearing the spells capabilities and seeing his low position of power, Momonga then begun pondering upon his thoughts.

'The tier 9 revival scroll, that I had stashed away with a few others of the same scrolls within my Nazarick quarters, Had been used on this elf. Based on his low level, a high tier revival spell Shouldn't have taken any of his previous levels away. So, that would mean...hmm… that a level 8 elf with only three levels towards magic was capable of one-shotting one of Entoma's level 11 shield beetles? His mana is still recovering from being completly dried up. But didn't pleiades say that he only used one spell?! GAHHHHH! This new "yggdrasil" or whatever the living crap it is! Just keeps getting more...and more.. Confusing by the minute! I'M GOING TO PASS OUT FROM STRESS ANY MOMENT NOW! THEN MY FRIENDS OWN PRECIOUS CREATIONS WILL FIND ME IN HERE AND EAT ME ALIVE UPON SEEING MY WEAKNESS! Whether it was in real life or my gaming life. Stress has always been a hassle to deal with *sigh*'(he thought of such things while slowly slumping his shoulders, farther and farther down as if he were pouting, like a 5 year old human would do with a scrunched up face and many mixed feelings.)

2 hours later: The room of truth, (neuronist painkill's personal office/torture chamber)

Floor #5

" Hmmmhummmmaammmm!" As Neuronist was casually humming to herself, a human male's blood stained body was cuffed and stretched across a stone table. He had cuts everywhere and bruises could be seen all over his body along with equally torn and blood stained clothing. There were multiple foot-long metal rods sticking through his flesh in various places around his body. This was Malver'in ivo eon, a lesser mechant that worked for a far more known and richer merchant known as belber bon. Who could be heard screaming in agony every now and then in a cellar, out the door, in the hallway. Knowing how evil and cruel belber bon could be to others, he almost made a sinister smile over that irony. But such thoughts were immediately shut down. As a large pain pushed away any form of logical thinking. This was the pain one would feel if they were strapped to a cold stone table being tortured with various tools. The one of which he picked as his least favorite was the metal rods of which they would slip through your flesh and in between your bones. He calls them 'they' because he truly doesn't know what they are. They had large slender gray arms, similar looking legs, than a head that only had one thing similar to a human face. The mouth, yet seemingly at all times, perfectly circled with the only wrinkles on its head being around the "mouth" if that's what it was even used for. They wore nothing but a black apron and a tool belt, filled with many horrible things. But the most hideous of them all stuck out like a sore thumb. 'It' was a nasty and very chubby creature with equally gray skin as the rest that made 'it' seem as if it had slicked thick gray oils on its skin. He believed it was safe to assume it was female based on the unfitting and horribly revealing leather clothing that would only look attractive on a "little" more...human body.

Malver'in was a fairly weak man that was easily broken. So you could imagine how much more of a weak link he was compared to the seven other merchants he was captured with. They were most likely dead by now since he hadn't heard there screams of agony for over 10 minutes now. He still believed there was a way out of this hell hole. So to keep himself alive he would give this monster as much information as 'it' wanted. He assumed Belber was doing the same since he was still screaming like bloody murder. "AAAAHHHHHGH! HEEELLPP MEEE! AHHHA NO NO NO STOOOP! OOOOO!" And other such sounds were made.

But little to Malver'in's knowledge, all of the other merchants were actually just being healed up and then sent to the 10th floor for Momonga's turn to interrogating for information….

The cellar at the end of the hallway: Floor #5 Neurnoist's territory.

"Owwyy!~ my head kills!" Harlum tried to get up but was met with a dozen metal bars bending around him. Rendering any of Harlums resisting useless. His hands were cold, and it was probably due to the fact that he has been laying them on the stone board for an unkown amount of time.

All of his previous memories had been lost and the last thing he remembered was him about to catch some fish with Marcoon and Isabelle. 'Where the heck am I?'

"Hello?! Can anyone hear me? Isabelle! Marcoon?!" He hoped someone would respond. He was starting to panic, he took a deep breath in to make a far more desperate yelling attempt to get some answers. When suddenly.

A far too familiar voice rang out in the spacious room. "H-Hello? H-Harlem..Is th-that you?" It was isabelle, and she sounded very weak and exhausted. Harlum tried with all of his might to turn his head to his left, where he could hear her soft voice.

"ISABELLE! Are you ok? Where are we?!" He was still slowly making progress to getting his head to wedge downwards far enough for him to get a view of isabelle.

"Harlum. I'm afraid I too dont know whats going on. But do you? This better not be some evil scheme of Marcoon in on it?" Her voice seemed to be slowly coming back to its original perky sounding way. Harlum by now had full view of Isabelle, she too was

Harlum was about to give her some assurance that everything would be alright and he will find a way out of his bondages, but it would seem they had been to loud.

"Uughhhaaaa?" A wispy gurgling sound could be heard, and a slender grey skinned monster appeared on the other side of the cellar bars. The sound of a door being unlocked could be heard. The monster walked into the cellar and looked down upon Harlums struggling body.

The m monster turned around to face the bar wall. "Hehe haugha!" It would seem it was calling out for something. The monster was around 6ft, so to the two elfs. He was a giant. But when their eyes shifted as far as they could towards a shuffling sound originating from the cellar door…...What they saw was several feet taller than the slender creature before them. It was so large in width and height, that it was having a hard time getting through the door that was only meant for "smaller" creatures to use.

The slender one realized this "Uuuugh*sigh*" and realeased their bondageds . Both tried to fight it and escape, swinging their fists at its ugly face. Kicking at where it's groin should be. But it was no use. That just made it angry and it shoved the both of them into the clutches of the larger creature. This creature however, didn't seem to have grey and slick flesh, but long-since decayed first impression it would give off to anyone whom laid eyes upon it figure was, 'Death Knight'. It was wearing a horned metal helmet, black rugged and ripped clothing. Also it had a bizarre wavy sword hanging at its waist just waiting for its master to wield it. Both of its arms were holding nothing more than the two elfs at the moment, and that wasn't entirely a bad thing. Harlum was not in the mood to get smacked by a creature with enough strength to hold two elfs kicking at him, without even budging. Let alone even flinching for that matter. Harlum thought to himself. 'Wow I wonder a large of a shield this thing could lift? Probably something a many more times larger than myself! Wait..OH MY! What's that stench!?' Such curious thoughts were extremely difficult to accumulate for both the struggling Isabelle and Harlum after that nasty stench of rotting flesh wafted into their nostrils. Both crinkled up their noses to be rid of the smell, since their arms were currently being held tight against their bodies. They weren't getting away from here unless this 'Living Dead' wanted them too.

'THUNK…..TING!...THUNK….TING!...THUNK….TING!' Its foot steppes were heavy as it walked down the hallway. Passing many cages and cellars, most empty, very few with something beat and bleeding within it. By now both elfs stopped resisting the monsters rough grasp, and instead inspected the other cellars hoping that they won't end up with similar abused and torturous states.

In one cellar, it would seem there were two humans within it one skinny, one fat. But they didn't seem to be restricted from movement like they one skinnier human was hanging from some ripped clothing, most likely his own. The cloth was wrapped around his neck and then leading up to tie around a hook protruding from the metal ceiling. Their cell didn't seem as spacious as theirs was, the humans cell was probably around 20 by 20 meters with the height of 4 meters. The elves was nearly double that, despite them being the smaller captives. An unearthly child swept passed Harlum and then into the humans cell as they were passing it. The hanging human that must have commited suicide after being treated in such a horrible environment, then began rotating angles, before all you could see was his right side, but now all you could see was his left. It was hard to miss the fact that this poor dead man was missing his left leg. Only blood dripped from where this mans leg was suppose to be. Upon closer inspection of the cellar room, you could see in a dark corner there was a fatter man crunching, and devouring the other man's leg. But didn't seem to be enjoying it despite the large chaotic smile across his chubby head. It wasn't hard to see it all since the elves had night vision.

"I-I WAS A GOOD MAN! HAHAHAH I COULD HAVE BEEN A GOOD MAN! HA HA HA! IMM A GOOD MAN! HAHAHAHAHA RIGHT?! RIGHT!?" He tossed aside the half eaten leg and ran up the cella bars. Throwing his dirty blood full hands over Isabelle's neck she yelled out for help. "Get off me!" By the time the death knight had noticed the ruckus unfolding before its empty eye sockets. The man known as belber bon was doomed for a "little" extra pain in his life.

The death knight squeezed the air out of Harlums body (so it would be harder for him to run away), than dropped his body onto the cold metal ground. He then proceeded to pull Belber's hands of Isabelle and give them a squeeze that might have been soft for the death knight, but for Belber bon….His hands underneath the death knights made an audible crunching noise. His fingers popped off without any obvious resistance, and dropped to the ground. Belber bounced backwards into his dark corner of the cellar once more.

"HAHAHAH! WHY WHY WHY! GAHAHAHAH! JUST KILL ME ALREADY! END IIIIIIITTT!" Whatever had been done to this "poor" man must have made him insane. Harlum and isabelle simultaneously gulped after thinking what might happen to them once they reached the end of the very long metallic hallway. The death knight picked back up Harlum's weakened body and continued on its way.

" THUNK!.. TING!THUNK.. TING!.. !" The death knights pace had increased double fold. To try and avoid another similar situation from the other captives.

Some of the other captives were creatures that Harlum and Isabelle had never even seen before. While others were creatures that could be found nearly everywhere on the planet.

One creature looked like a massive 8 foot, half scales, half feathered chicken.

Another, had the front legs of a horse, the back legs seemed more like dragon wings other than actual limbs. It had a thick purple overcoat around the neck and stretching down onto its chest and its back. The head resembled that of a bat with an extra fluffy head. The skin was a very light purple, while the fur and feathers were all a deepish pink.

There was even a creature in a cell that resembled a sparagen. Except…"Isabelle! Look to your left!" This was the last cell they would pass before they would reach the iron door to their undetermined demise.

"H-Harlum..what is it do you..s-see.." Isabelle's eyes widened up seeing the creature within the cell on her side. It was as if time froze in place and the only thing she could hear was her own thoughts. 'I-is that an Elder Sparagen?! I have never seen such a creature in my lifetime! I don't think any tomb elf has ever seen one in their lifetime!'

An Elder Sparagen looked similar to a normal sparagen except. Their two arms would split into three skinnier arms at the elbow. Their skin came in the colors of black, silver, or with a large variety of different silver and black shades. The average Elder Sparagen would be an additional 10 feet larger than the common 7 foot sparagen. Making their average standing height 17 feet. The Elder Sparagen that Isabelle and Harlum could see within its cellar was silver. It had been chain-cuffed at the legs and arms to the farthest metal wall in the square cell. Its cell was well over more space than the massive sparagen needed so maybe they were planning on adding more sparagens to it in the future. The sparagen was dripping silver blood from its torn up and beaten body. But this didn't stop the sparagen from resisting restraint to its fullest.

*BANG* BANG* BANG *BANG*! "LET ME OUT!" its voice sounded creaky, withered, and almost gurgling sounds originated from its throat. But this was just how all sparagens sounded. No one but a sparagen could tell another sparagen's voice apart from one anothers.

!THUNK.. TING!..THUNK..TING! The death knight ignored the sparagens desperate voice of rage as it was passing by its long cellar.

Once the Elder Sparagen made contact with Harlums eyes it stopped resistings its metal cuffs and began following Harlum with its gaze.

Finally the death knight holding the two elves had made it to the hallways ending door. Leading into Neuronist Painkill's office of "interrogation".

The creaking sound of the door opening was all that was needed to set the mood. Unless it was this ugly grey skinned creatures voice that had done it first. "Oh why hello little elfs, I am sorry about your…~friend~ but he was unfortunately digested beyond repair. Hehe~"

They must have interrupted her previous conversation with the man being restricted against the table in the center of the room, because he didn't seem to care about the new visitors and continued speaking.

"Oh haha..HAHAHAH..AAHHAHAHHA! THATS IT! I-I REMEMBER NOW! YOU REMIND ME OF A CREATURE MY LOCAL SAILOR ONCE SPOKE ABOUT SEEING! AN OCTOPUS! AHAHWAHAHHAHWAHAHAH!"

"Humphf!" The creature turned around and put two of her long fingers against where should have been an ear. "My lord! May I please end this one's miserable life now?"

The elfs could not hear this part of the conversation but neuronist could. "Sure go ahead, I have all the information I need here." The voice was heard within her mind as very deep and serious, indicating it was Lord Momonga, her master.

She picked up a metal rod that was sitting at the bottom of the table and shuffled up the the now scared man. "Wa-what are you do-" She had stabbed the rod into his neck causing a squelching/gurgling sound to waft around the air.

"Well! Now that's one less thing to worry about!...Tell me, did you see the other two filthy lower lifeforms in a few cellars down the hall?"

Harlum wouldn't have said anything, but after the death knight shook him slightly with its hand, he knew there was no choice to be made. "U-Umm Y-yes w-e did -mmaamm? O-one..one killed h-himself." its face twitched slightly after the elf showed its uncertainty of "her" gender.

"Well there's no helping it, their always the same after I release the restraints of them. Murder, suicide, and insanity. You would think such things would be more likely while being restrained! Ha ha!" She didn't seem to care whether or not her captives survived the engagements or not. Harlums deep blue eyes flared with anger and turned a shade red upon hearing how little she cared for anyone's life.

"Lord Momonga told me to bring no further harm to you, he also stated that he had all the information he needed. You may be free." Before Isabelle and Harlum could understand what she had said a scroll had appeared floating before their eyes. The death knight dropped them and took a few steps back. [Greater Teleportation]

Their surrounding blurred into a red light and their surround suddenly chance. The color green protruding into their eyes everywhere. They both looked down at their feet. They seemed to be knee high in brownish murky water. Right where they remembered being in before they had awoken in that strange place. Isabelle was the first to break the silence. "What in hell was that all about?"

Momongas Throne room: Floor #10

Momonga was alone within the room and had 4 humans in front of his throne all laying flat on their faces, with a paralyzing spell cast upon them.

"hmmmm... I think this is all the information I can handle at the moment. My mind feels like it's on fire." For the past 2 hours Momonga has been reading as many memories from all the captives as he could. But in order to do so, he needed a TON of mana to do so. So he had requested for the NPCs to search all of Nazarick for mana potions and gather them before him.

On the right side of the throne you could see nearly a hundred small, fancy glass bottles stacked on eachother that had the reminisce of blue fumes streaming from their tops. On Momongas left the were a few dozen of the same bottles, except they had not yet been opened and had a shiny blue liquid still within.

"Ok maybe I will just have one more." Momonga picked up a blue potion from his left side, opened it with a satisfying *POP*, then spilled it into his opened skeletal jaw. He had gotten used to the fact that he couldn't swallow anything, but still was able to just let the potion absorb into his bones. He looked at a man farthest to the left wearing ragged clothing as was all the other captives. [Control Amnesia] His mind was once again filled with many different moving images, some blurry and incomprehensible, while other clear and had an almost glossy layer on them.

First he saw the chubby face of someone else they had caught along with the rest of the humans. They were getting ready to leave on a sailboat for a land a hundred miles away. Everyone else didn't want to go, but the man whose name now came to view within his mind 'belber bon' bribed them with some money to travel across the sea to make a visit to Pillage lake. 'Hmm..I would like to thank this Belber fellow for bringing seven fresh sources of information.' The reason why they had come to Pillage Lake was so they could catch a black and white striped fish that could be found nowhere else in the known world. This fish could be extracted for an oil that creates a very famous drug within this kingdom, known as bloodborne (Author Note: Idea came from suggestion by Lord Metallax).

'Ok I think I am fully done here' "[Message, Sebas] Sebas, I need you to pick up and dispose of these bodies making filth within the Nazarik Throne room."

"Understood, it will be done my lord"

"Also make sure that their bodies don't go to waste, lets experiment and see if you can create middle tier death knights with their bodies once their corpses."

"As you wish"

'[End Message]' *beep..beep* Momonga felt like he was getting used to all of this too quickly, was it because of his new body? If so, that would make sense after being able to talk about killing and then desecrating someone's body with unholy magic, yet still feel nothing. Or maybe it was because he still thought of it all as a game and the denizens of this new world were just auto-spawned NPCs.. 'Hmm…. I need a small break'

Momonga sat up and started walking for the door. He stepped over the human bodies. It took a few dozen steppes to make it to the massive 10 meter high and 5 meter wide double doors. He used both hands to open these doors and began making his way for his room. He turned corner after corner and followed his hard wired memory of the full Nazarick layout. You could see a few maids every now and then cleaning a creepy life like golden statue of a demon, or dusting every crevice of the walls within his path. Momonga found it very strange yet satisfying to see the fantasy world of which he created to literally come to life.

After a few minutes of effortlessly walking in his inexhaustible undead body. He finally made it to the fancy, yet regular sized doors to his luxurious room. As he entered he took in a deep breath of the sweetly perfumed surrounding that was now his new living space. He couldn't help but relieve himself of a satisfied and relaxed sigh. "Ughwaaaaaaaaaahh! This is the life!"

He leaped onto his crazy soft and comfy bed and thanked himself for the idea of coming here after a long and crazy day that didn't seem to ever end.

"Hmm...I should probably go over all of the details that I have learned so far from all of the memories I saw within the captives minds." Of course he just had to bring thoughts planning ahead. His old crappy salaryman job is still taking a toll on his thoughts.

'Now if I remember seeing correctly, from the elves minds I wasn't able to get much from them, man I wish the wiser and old elf was still alive! He probably new more about the surrounding area! Anyways what the two elfs did know was that their home land just plainly known as the Community of the Tomb Elfs (Which was not a race in yggdrasil) was only a few hundred meters from Tomb Lake. It had a large mountain scape a mile behind them, then a few miles away form the community was Pillage Lake. Nazarick was hundreds of meters below this lake as the pleiades had said before. So they didn't need to worry about anyone trying to get into the Nazarick entrance. Secondly, there was apparently a subspecies between elves and demons that would appear in small numbers of no more that 1-2 hundred on the other side of the mountains known as Sparagens, which was also not a species ever found in yggdrasil. This sub species seemed to be extremely aggressive and has never had a member of their kind show mercy or kindness to any other species but their own. The sparagen that Nazarick had caught was apparently a very powerful version of a sparagen (By this worlds standards) known as an Elder Sparagen. They had caught this thing leading a hundred other sparagens(which fled upon seeing their leader get captured.) to an unknown place a few miles off the opposite direction of the Elf community. Based on the Elder Sparagens thoughts, the place they were going to was a mating ground/ feeding ground for all demons and sparagens of the area. Which seemed to have a symbiotic relationship in these territories. Sparagens bring the food, and the demons bring protection from the local hill giants, shelter, and more sparagen members for the growing sparagen population of the continent.

Other than that the two elves and the one elder sparagen didn't seem to know much more about the other continents. This is where Momonga lucked out. The humans the pleiades had found walking towards Pillage Lake. They had come from a continent a hundred miles over ocean from Nazarik. Which meant that Nazarick was probably only a few miles from the oceans coast. The three animals caught had no significant memories other than wandering aimlessly, chasing prey, or running from predators. Which wasn't very useful information. But the seven humans seemed to have come from the continent Barren, where there was only one river on it. Red Hope River. There was three human civilizations on this said river. On the very bottom of the river. Near the ocean shores, was the greatest city of the continent, Bloodborne. Its name came from the way this great city was founded. It was found by a group of settlers 700 years ago. As the story goes, these settlers found this strange massive shiny black pyramid coming out of the sandy grounds next to Red Hope River. This pyramid emitted a very powerful dark aura that scared the settlers. But one member of this settling ground was a negative energy manipulation type mage. Known as "Halzo Ve'l Nindle the second". He was 45 years old at the time and was the first to find out that the negative energy emitting from the pyramid could be converted into anything anyone's heart desired. It could even be converted into fire enchantments, sharpness enchantments, and even holy enchantments! The negative energy was able to feed all the settlers and this made them so grateful for having Halzo with them that they gave full ownership of the pyramid to him and named him the founder of this now prospering country 700 years later. 700 hundred years later after trying to dig up the pyramid it was found out that the massive Black Pyramid of Darkness was actually an even larger Black Obelisk of Darkness which seemed to have an infinite storage of negative energy stored within it. The Great Halzo the second had found a way to convert the negative energy into life essence and has stayed at the age of 50 since the discovery. Yet he has never shared the way of immortality to no one else. Not even his many children he has had over the hundreds of years.

The underground part of the obelisk was made into a massive underground city with thousands of stone pillars holding up a thousands of meters wide roof top. Many houses and shops uses this stone roof as a foundation for a 2000 meter wide and 1000 meter long town with the largest stone brick wall of the known worlds surrounding it. The obelisk offered hundreds of thousands of enchanted items that could create water, manifest food, and accumulate enough magical weapons to protect and ensure the survival of the country known as Bloodborne. But this country wasn't perfect. There was still a massive problem with drug trades within the country. If that wasn't enough to keep you on your feet at night, than maybe the armies of demons and sparagens that came in the numbers of thousands every year or so would. The army of Bloodborne had was eighty thousand strong, with an agency that had an emergency volunteer group of five thousand militia, yet this agency called LF (Licenced Forces) could draft a much larger army of untrained militia if they wanted too. The eighty thousand strong army wasn't even counting the two thousand strong elite army that composed of the strongest and best equipped warriors and mages of the country. This elite army was known as the paladins emblem, since they were best with fire and holy type magical spells and enchanted gear. With the latter of the two being their most commonly used choice in warfare.'

"Hmmmmm…..I wonder if any of my friends or comrades were transferred here with me into this new strange lands. There is a chance of such a thing happening right? I mean based on how weak these new landers are the humans seem to be just like the ones from earth except they have named practically everything differently than a normal human would, sure they called trees just trees still and fish, fish. But they seemingly had a name for everything, which made sense since they seem to be in the same time era europe was in the medieval times. Yet there weren't to many things other than the way they strangely spoke japanese just like me that were similar. Something that they called differently was the planet, all other creatures they caught had no name for the entire known world yet. But humans called the planet, mineralium, which was kinda strange since terra in latin meant earth, and earth mean dirt. But in latin mineralium meant crystal. Yes the new world seemed to have much more crystals in it than actual dirt but still. Did this planet once speak latin? I don't know anymore! IM JUST HITTING A DEAD END WITH THIS WORLDS HISTORY! GAH! But still since these people seem far weaker than the forces of nazarick I could assume that since I did read the thoughts mentioning an evil god being trapped within the Black Obelisk of Darkness which gave it power a many hundreds of years ago. Also there was the many ancient demon kings that popped up everywhere one thousand years ago that spawned up all of the gates that demons still come through to this day. There is a chance that they were yggdrasil players in my same situation. Perhaps the reason why their immortal life span as demons and shadow monster wasn't enough to keep them here for new stories to be heard about them was because they found a way back home?...If that could be the case then I know how to make myself known to the world."

'[Message: Sebas Tian]' "Sebas tell all guardians with the exception of gargantua and Victim to have an important meeting in the throne room."

"It will be done at one my lord" Came a stiff old voice indicating it was in fact sebas who was messaged.

20 minutes later: The Throne Room: Floor #10

Momonga was looking over everyone in the room, there was shalltear, albedo, demiurge, cocytus, mare, aura, and sebas. Momonga first asked them all what they thought about him. (This scene plays out nearly exactly how it does in the books. So i'm lazy and want you to look it up. Sorry xD If you were starting to get really sleepy and just wanted to post this chapter already, you would've done the same!) Although momonga was a little disturbed on how albedo said he was the man she loved he chose to try and ignore it, since afterall he was just messing around when he screwed with her programming.

"I would like to thank you all for holding me in such respectful and high regards! But I have some news for you. There is a chance that another one of Nazaricks supreme beings has been transported to this new world with us." He pauses to let them take in what he just said everyone seemed excited to hear such wonderful news. And a *GASP!* sound could be heard from all present, except Momonga.

"Now all of you listen up! For now on we shall spread the name of AINZ OOAL GOWN throughout all lands of this world! The best way I have seen fit to do so is by changing my our glorious guild signature! AINZ OOAL GOWN! Are there any words of objections to be said?"

Albedo spoke up in reverence to her master and lover. "We the guardians of Nazarick have heard your glorious name and have no objections." She then looked side to side indicating everyone to give praise to their lord.

They all began praising their lord in complete unsion. "ALL HAIL AINZ OOAL GOWN! LEADER OF THE 41 SUPREME BEINGS!"

A few more minutes went by as the now Ainz Ooal Gown told them everything he learned about the new world. And how there were dark forces within this world that he could feel the presence of, so everyone should be on a careful look out.

"Demiurge, you will be in charge learning all about new discovered species and setting the boundaries for Nazaricks lake"

"Yes my liege!"

"Shalltear, you will be in charge of managing the needs and transportation of Nazarick forces. This includes making a tunneling system starting at where that hole the spiky worm made, then expanding upwards away from the lakes waters. This way we won't have to use up mana whenever we wish to move large forces or supplies in out out of Nazarick grounds."

"Why of course anything for you m'lord~Heha!"

"Cocytus and sebas will maintain their usual routines until further notice"

"As you say M'lord, Master" They both seemed to call Ainz something different.

"Mare and aura you will be in charge of recording the daily lives of any civilizations with sentient beings. Such as the local giants, elves and maybe even some of those sparagens. If they are intelligent to make a civilization that is. But stay away from humans since the closest human civilization to us is on the other side of the continent. Besides it's not that big of a colony so it won't be as interesting as the full scale cities I have heard about in other continents."

"Your wish is our command!" "Y-yea w-we will do as th-the su-preme one c-commands." Aura and mare even though twins, had very different personalities.

"And lastly albedo will be frequently messaging me on everyone's progress."

"I won't fail the supreme one! My love!" She said as her eyes began lustfully gazing at ainzs cold and hard eyes which were flaring up into large red beams upon hearing her creepy way of talking to him.

Now that all that needed to be said was done Ainz used a silent teleportation spell on himself and disappears from sight before he could hear the murmurs after his leave.

"Oh such a overwhelming and powerful lord he is! We are so grateful to have someone as compassionate as him to stay when all others left!" This was shalltears usual perky way of saying things. She continued talking after a short pause. "If fact I might be going through a slight crisis in my underwear after seeing such a magnificent being as lord Ainz!"

"YOU DISGUSTING LITTLE WENCH!" Albedo seemed to have lost her cool and just began shouting all sorts of things at shalltear, while shalltear started doing the same. (This part also plays out similarly to the light novels, I could just copy and paste stuff from the translated version of overlord, but I am WAY lazy and just don't wanna. Haha! Sorry, but I wont do this again I promise! NO MORE SHORTCUTS!)

In a distant land across the sea, and past the Stepping Stone Islands. There was a poor soul screaming away. But could not find a way to be heard. It has been like this for a many hundreds of years ever since one of the last demon kings trapped him within his own obelisk. "CURSE YOU DROGONDI! IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME TO WONDER FREE! NOT YOU! MONSTER! WE WERE ONCE FRIENDS! God dangit! Why did it have to come to this? I have been stuck here for so long. With no one having an evil sense of justice equal to nor greater than my own within this world. The closest I have gotten to finding one was when I felt a faint presence grasp hold of my attention from a distant land. But when I tried to identify whether or not it's sense of justice was -500 or more its presence vanished….One day….ONE DAY! You will have to show yourself! FOR I AM THE EVIL GOD OF DARKNESS! ISAAC TOBUNA! You WILL be my MASTER once your sense of justice is connected to my Black Obelisk of Darkness!