A/N: Muhahaha! Surprise bitches, I'm currently fucked up, in agony with my broken wisdom tooth, and needing a distraction, so boom! Another chapter for you all! Three in one week, that might be a first. It's 5:50am where I am, I should probably try sleeping soon.
OVERLORD X DINGIRVERSE X DIABLO 2
THIS TIME AINZ, YOU ARE NOT ALONE
CHAPTER SEVEN
CARNE FORTRESS
Several weeks had passed since the battle of Carne Village. Gazef and his men had long since returned to the kingdom, and it was clear that a strong friendship had budded between Momonga and Gazef. Despite the undead mage being heavily effected by his limited emotions, mutual respect, honour, and duty had wormed the human into Momonga's affections. Obsidian was glad; as it was clear that his mind had been the least effected by their loss of humanity since coming to the new world, and he had been concerned that his friend would lose himself to cruelty and evil.
If it came to it, Obsidian knew he would stop the Ruler of Death. For in the years that had passed, Obsidian had developed countermeasures to Momonga's perfect strategy that smashed him in PVP previously. 'And when my Old-Ones armour is eventually complete, I'll be stronger than him, stronger than Touch-me, stronger than Rubedo.' He swallowed the desire to cause problems. Fallen Angels were rebellious, and the newly dubbed 'Ainz' was the God of Nazarick. This was just in case, not an actual goal to work towards, he was not Lucifer, and Ainz was not Yahweh.
Obsidian shook his mind back into reality, and once again he was impressed by his own work, the Carne Fortress. He had now taken control of the village; though the chief was 'technically' in charge, Obsidian had introduced a miniature government of representatives from different types of villagers, the elders, the youths, unmarried men and women, mothers, fathers, farmers, tradesmen, merchants, blacksmiths, etc… Everyone had a voice, and many more people to provide differing knowledge to solve problems. It had worked surprisingly well. With the increased responsibilities, a mere chief wasn't enough.
Obsidian had begun by creating a fifty foot high wall made of solid rock that ran five miles past the edge of the village and its farmland in a circle. This allowed them the same amount of land but strong protection. The walls also continued a hundred feet down, so there was little chance of it being knocked over. Obsidian had added dozens of spells with runecraft via his Enchanter job class, which made the rock much stronger than any mortal metal, also any damage to the walls would recover, and magic below fifth tier would be reflected onto the caster thanks to (Mirror Enchant V)
The fortress had four gates, one in the north, south, east, and west, with a gatehouse and bailey that allowed people in and out, but not necessarily into the village itself, providing a secondary defence. A metal spiked gate that could be raised and lowered by a chain pulley, which was called a Portcullis protected each gate, and was handy in emergencies or to close off the entrance in a hurry.
Every fifty feet was a battlement which allowed archers to fire without fear of retaliation, and there was general defence for those atop the walls in the form of crenels and parapets. In all it was an excellent fortress. Ainz, as Momonga now called himself, had just started posing as an adventurer with one of the Pleiades and had informed Obsidian recently that E-Rantel's defence were far inferior to what he had created. Cue the smug smirk from the Fallen Angel.
As for the farmland, he had brought in the young dark elf Mare a few days ago to improve the soil magically so that they could grow more in the short term. Obsidian had also introduced to the farmers to the rotational crop method, to prevent the land from being drained of nutrients using a renewal crop that fed the earth. Even if the villagers didn't all understand what he meant, with his track record they obeyed, when harvesting came they would see for themselves.
Mare had been a hit with the mothers, due to how adorable he was, and some scrapped in order to hug him. Despite Ainz's initial concerns, and due to how well Enri's goblin soldiers had managed to become a part of the village, Obsidian had revealed that their 'nation' which they assumed was in the Forest of Tob, had many non-humans, which had been accepted well for the most part. Enri had helped smooth things over, and gotten herself a seat on the reps, and since using the Goblin General's flute from Ainz, she had gained several job classes and had levelled up. She was level 10, and had jobs in Commander, Tamer, Fighter, and Archer, the first two made sense from controlling the goblins effectively, the last two were common jobs in the village now. Everyone was learning to fight, Obsidian had mostly left it to the Goblin soldiers, and they had done good work. He had supplied them with magic items as thanks, made with mere iron, but still much better than what most adventurers or knights had.
As for the villagers, he had given them each a ring that boosted physical strength and stamina greatly, but it also contained several secret effects that 'encouraged' loyalty, and outright prevented betrayal. Even though he spent most evenings at Nazarick, improving the quality of life for the NPC who'd work 24/7 if we let them, Obsidian had still built himself a large home in the village, with the first floor containing a smithy and a store that sold magic items, in preparation for his and Ainz's information gathering missions. His new company; Slade Armoury and Traders would sell low end magic items (fourth tier and below) to the rich and powerful, adventurers, etc… and would have hidden brainwashing functions.
Every villager was learning to use a dagger, sword, spear, shield, and the bow, all were provided by Obsidian, but were of ordinary make. In the case of very young children, they practiced with just daggers and slingshots, as their muscles were too weak. But both skills could bring down a larger opponent, and war was kind to no one, it was best to be safe. Everyone had levelled up at least a few levels, many villagers were above level 5, and like Enri had gained the job classes of Archer and Fighter. This was intriguing to Obsidian, as it showed almost game-like mechanics from Yggdrasil, but ones actions, rather than a menu and available points decided your job classes and potential.
Everything was going well. Ainz had (messaged) him earlier; he would be visiting under his disguise of Momon, for his first mission involved protecting a skilled potion maker while he gathered medical herbs, Nfirea apparently fancied someone in the village and used his herb gathering in the forest edge near the village as an excuse to visit her; they would arrive the following morning. The sun was currently setting. Obsidian smiled, it was time to return to Nazarick.
"Gate," he vanished into a swirling purple portal.
(Scene change: Nazarick)
Appearing on the ninth floor, he was greeted by a line of maids, bowing to him.
"I'm back," Obsidian declared casually with a smile, making many of them blush.
"Welcome back, Obsidian-sama," they said. He strolled passed them; his burned faced vanishing, now merely an illusion, his clothing changing back to his mix of black armour and leather, his six wings bursting from his back, and his halo shining atop his head, once again he was the vision of a Supreme Being. "I'm hungry, prepare a meal for me, and then send for Albedo."
"Of course, Obsidian-sama!" they chorused.
Seated in the massive dining hall, with forty empty seats, Obsidian lounged until they brought him his meal. Originally they had brought him feasts, but he had finally convinced the maids and cooks that it wasn't needed, and given them a list of his preferences and tastes to avoid trouble.
Today was thick cod fillet in a cheese and herb sauce, Charlotte potatoes with butter, and steamed vegetables, thankfully normal portions, as Fallen Angels didn't actually need to eat, for Obsidian now, it was a matter of enjoyment, quality over quantity, though they cooked it much better than how he could, with ingredients of much, much higher quality than what could be found on 22nd century Earth.
(A/N: What I had last night incidentally.)
About five minutes after he had finished, and was nursing a glass of Rosé wine, Albedo approached.
"Good evening, Albedo."
"Good evening, Obsidian-sama," she said; he gestured for her to take a seat.
"Can you update me on the situation with the staff rota system and breaks I introduced?" Obsidian asked.
"Hai, while many don't truly understand the purpose of it, we've split staff into alternating day and night shifts, allowing everyone to rest or act independently outside of their shift. As for breaks, no one was willing to accept them, particularly with us already having time to sleep, but using the excuse of three meals per day, has proven relatively successful," Albedo reported, though Obsidian could tell from her body language that she disagreed with it. Many of the races didn't need to eat or sleep, but most of those, save the skeletal, golem, and mechanical, could eat, drink, and sleep if they chose. Many equipable items allowed one to go non-stop, but in Obsidian's eyes, they shouldn't need to.
"While you might not agree with it, Albedo…" Obsidian began. "It is ultimately my decision."
"Of course, Obsidian-sama!" she said quickly.
"But my reason for making this decision is that there is more to life than fulfilling a function, you are living beings, and should pursue all the joys and experiences that anyone deserves."
"But we live to serve the Supreme Beings," she objected.
"And what of the other thirty-nine that left?" Obsidian said quietly but sharply. "Ainz and I are all that remain, we have an excess of servants, there is no need to work non-stop. Like being without parents, it's time to grow up and be more than NPC, and become your own persons."
Albedo looked down, fist clenched tight.
Obsidian continued in a softer voice, "We will always accept and be honoured by your loyalty, but you don't need to live solely for us, was that not you're intentions regarding Ainz when you wanted to be with him romantically, you can't do that as a servant, Albedo, but as a woman, and as an equal."
She looked up sharply, looking relieved, more understanding. It was deliberate manipulation on Obsidian's part, he only expected them to be loyal to Nazarick, they had been granted full sapience, a gift even grander than what he and Ainz had been given with new bodies in a world where they mattered.
"Thank you, I understand now."
"Good. And you already have a hobby from what I heard, making clothes."
"Yes, I am making children's clothes in both sexes for the children we will one day have."
'Jeez…I'm glad I finished this already,' Obsidian thought, while sweatdropping at Albedo's one-track mind. He pulled out a thick gold chain, inlaid with many runes and a white stone at its centre. "In light of that worthy goal, I present this…" and slid it across the table to her.
"How beautiful!" she remarked.
"I made it personally, the stone came from another Seraph, it would allow me to return to Heaven, but I was happy in Nazarick and never used it. With my blacksmithing, enchantments, and runecrafting, whoever wears this will become a Level 100 Seraph. However that would mess up Ainz's necromancy abilities, so it is only a fragment of the stone, and I added an off-on function so he can have a flesh body to eat, drink, sleep, and…make love, and his skeletal body to rule and fight."
Albedo froze at 'make love' she hadn't considered that being a skeleton, he wouldn't have a penis, but if he had a flesh body with this item, then there was no way he could resist her. She started to shake, much as she had when Ainz-sama had given her a ring, a large smile stretched across her face, and she laughed. "YOSHA!"
'Ainz, good luck when you get back from adventuring…I'm seeing him tomorrow, should I warn him? Nah!' Obsidian chuckled evilly. Let it be one hell of a surprise.
CHAPTER END
Next chapter: SLADE ARMOURY AND TRADERS
A/N: In (A nerfed Dingir in final fantasy 9, seriously?) my FF9 crossover with the Dingirverse, my OC Dingir/Mark (in this series he's the old, immortal man) sells special potions and equipment on the sly to rival nations as he plans to fight against the royalty of the country he serves while also funding himself. I decided to redo that on a larger scale in this Overlord/Dingirverse fanfiction. It has a blacksmith in it too, called Darius.
For all the castle stuff, I had to look up some specific names for the different parts of a fortification as my memory isn't good, despite or perhaps ironically, as I've tested a 186 IQ. I love history, and often research for fun, using my novels almost as an excuse. It was cool to learn a bit more about old English war and structures so I could write this...before I forget again. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I won't be bringing out the next one so swiftly, I'm back to editing Grey Faction books 1 and 2, as I want to get it mainstreamed published, self-publishing is a bitch if you want to get rich, and Author House takes your money and then does very little for it.
MY BOOKS, COMICS, AND ANTHOLOGIES
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DINGIRVERSE BOOKS AND COMICS
Grey Faction: Arrival of the Grey Queen
Grey Faction: Mistaken Apostles
Grey Faction comic: Jinhai's Justice 2018
Grey Faction comic: School Wars Manga
Grey Faction comic: Arrival of the Grey Queen
Detective Michael: The Scalpel Murder
Detective Michael: Riverside Mystery
Detective Michael Comic: Scalpel & the Hunt
Vampire Attack: Empire of Shadows
Vampire Attack: Shadow Force
Secret Yuuki & the Guilty Heart Chronicles: Dimension Wars
Secret Yuuki & the Guilty Heart Chronicles: Starlight Alliance
HORROR ANTHOLOGIES
Corpses 'N' Things horror anthology
Monsters 'N' Things horror anthology
Vampires 'N' Things horror anthology