Time in the afterlife, the world beyond is not like a river or a stream, it is neither like an ocean or the universe. There are no such meaning to order, but only chaos. There's no ascending or descending order, no up and no down. It is never constant. Residing over this land is a being, a powerful being that's worthy to be considered as a full pledge God. Many self-proclaim or worshipped gods throughout time and space needed power through the mortal's faith and belief to exist and deliver miracles. However this being has no need for such trivial things. She-He-It-They held the belief of all living things, as all life would eventually be embrace by this being, this deity, this force that governed all of life. Many know it as Death.

Death is not a single being that rule over all creation. No...like the many facets of life, there are also many Death, each with a domain of their own that spanned across universes and galaxies. Every dimension have a Death of their own, a personification of Death that are tied to the dimension's existence. In the New World, the Death here are accompanied by a different name, spoken and known only to the longest living elves and Elder Dragons, His-Her-Their-Its name is "Htaed", the one who guide the dead on their journey, the gate keeper of the soul...

There is a place, a realm that exist within the deepest part of the every living things. A realm that is only a breath away yet at the same time as far away as a hundred years journey...

All souls that dies come to this place, where they themselves must make a journey to their after death destinies, and of course not all destinies are easy and painless, there are some that begin with pains that never seem to end and only to be granted mercy in the end while there are some that begin with happiness and end with the chance of rebirth. Regardless of the destinies, the journey of the souls are generally unknown but this place, where time does not exist, these souls are granted a reprieve, at least for a little while.

In this land of gray earth and ashen fields, where the ground are covered in dunes of silvery white sands, and the trees are withered and black. There are two beings standing face to face, looking at the endless stream of souls that walking by.

The first was being whose form changes every second, He-She-It-They changes from a old man to old woman, from an old woman into a young child, a child to a big strong man then become a voluptuous pretty young woman then changed into a fat man with ugly face then changed again into a goblin, an orge, a lizardman. The being never seem to stop changing, as it stood there. It spoke with voice of authority and pure power even though its mouth remain still.

"SO, THE SO CALLED KING OF DEATH IS HERE AS LAST, I WAS WAITING FOR YOU, IT'S RUDE MANNER TO KEEP A LADY WAITING, YOU KNOW. HOW ARE YOU AINZ OOAL GOWN? HOW'S THE FAMILY?" spoke the being as it changed into a woman of otherworldly beauty, her voluptuous chest bouncing up and down in the black robe as she shifted her stance.

"They are fine and I'm good, thank you for asking. Do you know why I am here?" Ainz replied.

The one who replied was a mockery of all that is life, it was terror incarnate, it was fear given form, it was death itself. Burning red eyes glared from two hollow sockets in a chalk white skull, two miniature storm of fires swirling within something that shouldn't be moving under its own power. A red orb floating behind the ribs of the creature. This is Ainz Ooal Gown, ruler of The Grand Tomb of Nazarick, The Sorcerous King and he have enter unto the land of the dead.

"HMMM...YOU ARE HERE BECAUSE YOUR MORTAL SHELL HAVE DIED, ALL THINGS DIED TO BE EMBRACED BY WE, EVEN THE KING OF DEATH...AT LEAST THAT WHAT WE SHOULD LIKE TO SAY BUT WE BOTH KNOW THAT YOU WILL NOT BE HERE LONG..."

"I praised you for your accurate observation, it seem my experiment have worked. I thought that gods doesn't exist in this world, but it seem that I was wrong at that time huh?"

"WE ARE NOT GOD! WE ARE THE FORCE THAT GOVERN THIS WORLD AND THE DIMENSION IT BELONG! YOU AND YOUR KIND ARE AN ABOMINATION, AN ABNORMALLY IN THIS WORLD." Htaed remarked.

"Huh, so there are others like me in this world...My my you live and learn...Any chance that you can tell me more about these others?

"AS WE HAVE STATED BEFORE WE CANNOT INTERFERED WITH MORTAL AFFAIRS AS THERE ARE RULES THAT PRECEDE OUR EXISTENCE AND CREATION OF ALL LIFE. THEREFORE WE CANNOT AND WILL NOT HELP YOU IN THIS MATTER, ONLY IF YOU ARE ONE OF THE TRAVELLER THEN PERHAPS WE COULD HELP..."

"um...I am going to point this out, but since I did in fact died, in a mortal shell, and under your rule, which you did show me while ago. I do technically fall under your charge, and even though I am an undead, I still fall under the rules. Therefore under the rules you have to answer me one question."

"...YOU DARE?! YOU DARE TRESPASS UPON THIS HAVEN FOR THE DEAD AND DEMAND US OUR SERVICE ON A TECHNICALITY?!"

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! YOU ARE A NOTHING BUT A LOWLY UNDEAD THAT'S CLINGING ON FOR DEAR EXISTENCE IN A UNIVERSE THAT DEMANDING YOUR DESTRUCTION! YOU HAVE NO POWER HERE, SELF PROCLAIM KING OF DEATH!"

"Ah Ah Ah...I never claim myself to be King of Death, that's just some name that get passed around without my approval."

"BUT YOU NEVER DENIED IT!"

"Well...silence can be interpreted as saying no."

"BUT IT CAN ALSO BE INTERPRETED AS SAYING YES."

"We're getting off track here. You ask me who I am?"

"I Am Ainz Ooal Gown, the Sorcerous king of the Sorcerous Kingdom, I am an supreme being, ruler of the grand tomb of Nazarick! I AM THE OVERLORD OF DEATH!"

Ainz bellowed as he spread his arm like welcoming a big hug, emitting the highest aura he have in his arsenal of spell.

The emitted aura caused a quite a lot of walking by souls to shake and dispersed. Some begin to run while other stood and crouch down, hand overhead and wailed.

"Do I Dare To Demand Of You Your Service? Yes! I Demanded It, And You Will Provide It!"

"WE WILL NOT, THIS IS OUR REALM YOU HAS NO POWER HERE KING OF DEATH! YOU ARE NOTHING AND YOU CAN DO NOTHING!"

"Oh really? Did I mention that I can create Death Knight and I noticed that whenever I created a Death Knight, they seem to trap the soul of the dead within them until I either dismiss the creature or have it destroyed, but if I do that, the soul is forever lost. Summon Death Knight!

As if on cue, a nearby walking soul squirmed and shaking its head side to side, it then collapsed on both knees while a black ooze dripped down from thin air, covering the corpse like a insect in amber.

The ooze covered the soul and then formed up into an avatar of violence and destruction.

"It seem like I still do hold some considerable power over the dead here in this realm. Now you can either answer my demand or I will turn every soul in this place into a Death Knight, I will probably return to the land of the living soon, but I could always stay because after all I have all the time in the universe."

"YOU WOULD NOT DARE! THESE SOUL WILL NOT BE ABLE TO REBORN OR REPAY THEIR SINS,!THERE WOULD BE CHAOS."

"Exactly buddy, so what will it be? Tell me what I want to know and I'll leave and deliver the living into this place and preserve the harmonic balance or don't and I'll destroy these souls, wrecking the so called balance you got in this world."

"YOU WOULD NOT SUCCEED, THE TASK WOULD TAKE MILLION OF YEARS IF NOT FOREVER..."

"Try me, undead are famous for their patience."

The being before Ainz was silent for a while, in a second that seem like a million years, it spoke

"VERY WELL, YOU HAVE WON, KING OF DEATH, NOW STATE YOUR DEMAND AND WE SHALL ACCOMMODATE YOU."

"I Demand To Know About All The Players, All The Being That Are Like Me That Came From Yygdrasil!"

"VERY WELL, KING OF DEATH! ARSK AND THOU SHALT RECEIVETH ! WE CAN NOT TELL BUT WE WILL SHOW YOU."

"TAKE IT ALL KING OF DEATH, TAKE ALL OF THE MEMORIES OF THOSE THAT HAVE MET YOUR IRK AND SEE THROUGH THEIR MEMORIES!" Said the being as it raised its hand, whose skin and flesh constantly changing. It touch it forefinger on Ainz's white skull.

Searing white hot pain coursing through Ainz and Satoru cried out in pain before his passive kicked in and calm him down. However within that one second that feel like eternity Ainz was given memories of the dead, thousand upon thousands of souls of the afterlife who have met beings from Yygdrasil. Their stories was unfold and reveal to Ainz, it was a massive collection of memories, so much that even Ainz with his race as an Overlord was overwhelmed... only for a bit. It felt as if he was swimming in an bottomless ocean and thousands upon thousands tendrils of darkness of pulling him under the watery dark depths.

With all his willpower and mental strength, no more was Ainz unsure of himself and his position in this New World, no more was the Ainz Ooal Gown who was feeling alone, the desires to find his comrades of the past are his anchor, and with it Ainz pulled with all his might and rose up in a stance of defiance.

In that one single short second, Ainz saw;

In a great city, besieged by time and long forgotten. In a room with a symbol of a Axe and Pickaxe, A familiar rock like creature was sitting upon a golden throne, countless emeralds and gems littered on the floor sparkling with the gleam of wealth. The creature's eyes glow like miniature suns, its mouth steaming but its visage was kind and warm. On its hands wielded three hammer, one of fire, as hot as dragon flame. One of ice, as cold as the blizzard of Jötunheimr, icicles hung from its frosty surface. One hammer left, crackling with sparks of lighting, dancing left and right, flickering like the tongues of fires. The creature attires was consist of a tabard, as white and glow with divine power. Trees roots protruding from cracks in the ceiling and wrapped themselves, embedded in every cracks and rune like indentation of the creature body. The runes themselves glow with eerie whitish blue glow...

The Scene Changed.

In a mountain somewhere unknown, a goat like demon, dressed in red and gold, with a golden mask on covering one side of his face was standing over an army of what look to be beastmen , his long sharp claws move with grace as if he was conducting an opera. It was Ulbert, Ainz knew, and he was looking as good as ever, albeit lacking full on divine gear. Ulbert, with his jet black fur and brownish mane, with his eyes that seem to inspire madness and insanity to those that dared to stare into them, was no doubt more powerful than ever. Suddenly Ulbert turn toward Ainz and pointed a claw at him while speaking something. Ulbert then turn and pointed at the thing behind his back. It was...a sphere...there were no other words for it, a sleek black sphere hovering on the ground, it seem to suck the wall of reality into its darkness...then...

The scene change again...

In a field of grass, a child was running for its life. Ainz was a green skinned creature wielding a dirty club. The child stumble and fall the ground, the goblin stop and raised its club over head, ready for the kill. Suddenly it was thrown backward and saw, six beings with white wings descending from the heaven, their armor glowed with the intensity of a thousand suns, the shining dim of course, waves of light travelled back and forth on the armor of these beings. An overwhelming feeling of fear washed over the goblin and it took off. However one of the being drawn her bow and a spear of light pierced the goblin body. The goblin fell to the ground and saw its nearby comrades got slaughtered before having its head smashed by a hammer of red crystal adorned with exquisite and intricate gold works.

The scene changed again...this time...

Ainz was a dragon, he felt powerful. Muscles of raw and pure power course beneath his thick skins, his wild magic was near rampage, they wanted to be unleashed. Before him was a party of thirteen, men and women of young ages, one or two of them look old. Seven of these people was no doubt from Yygdrasil, one of them was a lion beastman wielding a great axe and wore fur like armor with Greater Demon's skull as his pauldron. Looking closely, the lion beastman wasn't a beastman at all, but a human wearing a lion fur helmet. One seem like the leader, his ruby steel armor decorated with white parts shone in the dying light as the day seem to come to an end. His long leaf sword brandish with deadly looking edges and his helmet was one of those called a "Shredder Helm," styled after some villain in one of the old classic movies. Another was a skimpy dressed female, her armor was pink to the last piece, a visor of white light glow on her helmet where her eyeslit should be, three spike protrude from her helmet, two on the side was styled to look like wings. She looked like one of those Power Ranger in the old manga, a sexy stripper pink power ranger. Her scimitar gleam with power.

On the other side if the dragon, there was a witch, her voluptuous breast was showing, heaving and glistering with sweat, her attires was in black and iron, an emerald fill to the brim with magical power adorned her hat. Next to the witch was a thief/rogue in green and white mithril, his cowl cover his head but show his face which was filled with malice and annoying smirk. On his hands there were dagger, Brutal Fiend's Daggers they were known, a famous level 50 dagger type that almost everyone in Yygdrasil would have used at least once. They were famous for being a Jack-Of-All-Trade dagger, offering stats that change with the class it's with h and a chance of poisoning your enemies. Nazarick've got at least a few hundred of these. The daggers were big, equal in size to that of the leader ruby steel sword, but unfortunately they were rather have low durability points.

Then the dragon was suddenly attacked by a gigantic figure from the sky, coated in heavy armor and mace, its visor gleam with red light while two silvery white horn protruding from the side if the helmet...

The Scene changes again and again and so on it goes...

When the final vision was through. Ainz regain his full consciousness and saw that the being known as Htaed was standing still there.

"IMPOSSIBLE...HOW CAN YOU STILL BE ALIVE. ALL THAT LIVES ALL THAT EXISTENCES, ALL THAT KNOWLEDGE, YOU SHOULD HAVE TURN TO DUST BY NOW!" Htaed exclaim, his eyes widening with a look of genuine surprise.

"Hmmm...were you expecting something different? I Am no Normal Undead, I Am Ainz Ooal Gown, The Overlord Supreme!"

"YOU HAVE GOTTEN WHAT YOU WANTED, NOW LEAVE KING OF DEATH AND NEVER RETURN, YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE!"

Turning around, Ainz held up an orb, black as the night and whisper

"nazag guiub daz.."

At that moment, the space seemed to be cracking, and then the crack in the space began to grow larger and one could hear the sound of something being chewed from another direction. A black mass seemed to have some eyes and wriggling as if it was a living bug in grotesque shape ooze out from the crack and covered itself over Ainz.

"Well...you don't have to tell me that, this place is interesting but really not as fun as I thought...still...stay lively huh?"

Ainz said as the mass finishing devouring him, and imploded, dark energies shot out of the imploding point, and scorched the land, scattering the bodiless souls, who later reforms after a while.

*SIGN*

"FINALLY, HE IS GONE...NO..."

Behind the Htaed was the Death Knight who was probably forgotten by his master. In a wave with its hand, Htaed attempted to destroy the wretched being, she can see the suffering soul, pierced by iron chains and spikes, suffering in endless torment, it was one of the good soul. However Htaed mistake was his lack of knowledge about Death Knight passive ability. A great battle ensue and the land was scorched with dark energies while souls are scattered...

Eventually Htaed won in the end, she could have finish this earlier but he could not find anyway of destroy the shell without erasing the soul inside.

"AINZ OOAL GOWN!"

"MARKED OUR WORD! FOR THIS INSULT AND TRESPASS AND FOR MAKING WE, THE FORCE OF DEATH THAT GOVERN THIS WORLD TO ELIMINATE A SOUL. YOU HAVE INCUR OUR WRATH AND DISPLEASURE."

"WE WILL SEEK YOUR DESTRUCTION,IF NOT BY OUR HANDS THEN BY OTHERS!"

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