The Vengeful Spirit of Nazarick

by UndeadLord22

What if Momonga isn't left alone when the server is done. One member of the guild stayed with him to the very end. But then again, what if they weren't alone in this unknown world? Now there will be 2 figures of Death itself. [AU] (Straightforward story people) (First few chaps are shit, gets better later on...)

21. Dwarven Kingdom Arc (2)

Tell me where are all the people gone?

Tell me what are all these feelings for?

I've been waking up in a new cold war

Sitting in my head just all alone...

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And since Im not sure if anyone gets my style of writing, here's some info... Finally...

"Talking"

'Thinking'

"Speaking within the mind"

[Messaging]

[Item]

{Spell}

|Skill|

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Returning to the Sorcerer Kingdom's capital city, formerly known as the Fortress City of E-Rantel, Alcatraz decided to get his sh*t together and do some paper work for Ainz. Even if it means resisting the temptation of wanting to shoot himself in the head from all of the frustration and stress of dealing with the paperwork.

He was able to work in another room, not too far from Ainz's office. Although it was a bit smaller if one looked close enough when comparing the two. He didn't complain about it though since it was good enough for him and it suited his needs.

He would have been doing sooooo many other things, but doing this seemed to be calming his mind somewhat. Of course, the music that he tuned up also helped in him dealing with the boredom. Obviously the calm, instrumental types of music, and not just because he wanted to listen to those at the moment. It was also because of the several Eight Edged Assassins on the ceiling, and a homunculus maid nearby in case he needed assistance. Fifth, if he could remember the maid's name properly.

Other than him, they actually seemed to like the music he listened to. Their stance was almost relaxed... Almost.

'If I were to tell them to leave the room, they'd just cause more f**king headaches for me...' He sighed inwardly at the thought to himself.

Since they're really frigging annoying, even if he were to tell them to leave, they would completely misunderstand the meaning of his words. He really hated to admit this, but now he felt he understood why Ainz tolerates having them around... They're annoying, but he can't do anything without having to deal with the misunderstandings caused. Plus, he was not as good with words as some believed. He just had a habit of pulling the occasional quote out of his arse when the situation demanded it.

'Ugh. Such a pain...'

Right now, he checked over the papers regarding the orders of business needed for the Sorcerer Kingdom. They were nothing eye-catching in his opinion really. Some things were just common sense to him.

There was the abolishing slavery in the soon-to-be vassal state of the Baharuth Empire. It was less of a problem in E-Rantel, since Renner was successful in doing just that before they took over. Then there was the reworking of roads and structural layouts of the city. Like seriously, the place was frigging bad when compared to that trip he had to the Baharuth Empire. The roads there were properly maintained and cleaned and were well organized. Unlike E-Rantel...

Yep.

The work would be done slowly, the changes would affect the citizens of E-Rantel for the better. There were some sections of E-Rantel that were abandoned; to which they can start reworking the roads and structures there first before slowly moving around the city completely.

That aside, the major problems he found in the reports was regarding the long-term food supplies for the citizens. After conquering E-Rantel, the merchants left the place due to the undead presence, and simply because of rumors of the newly-appeared Sorcerer King ruling evilly. He chuckled at that thought.

'Stupid rumors...'

But hey! Who in this new world ever heard of a "benevolent" undead before? Practically no one. So it's any wonder people were pissing themselves at the thought of an undead king taking over a human city.

Anyways, he managed to somewhat fix the problem by having the 6th-floor make some farm-areas to produce food-stuffs in quantity. Of course, this also goes for Carne Village, but they could contribute maybe 30% of their harvest since their population is currently freaking HUGE, thanks to the 5,000 goblins Enri somehow summoned. Alcatraz seriously wanted to learn more on how she managed to do that with what was once thought as a freaking junk item in YGGDRASIL.

The Lizardman fish-farms could also contribute to the cause, but only in really small quantities. There aren't enough fish-farms to produce mass quantities of fish-based food-stuffs for E-Rantel... Yet. Still, better than nothing, eh?

He could order some work done, but he won't. Simply because he wanted Ainz to lead and do things, whereas he didn't want to. Leadership's just not his style. If it ever will be. Silently groaning from the mental stress, he quickly calmed himself down. But it was too late, as the maid noticed it.

"Alcatraz-sama, is there something wrong?" She asked with concern.

'Ah sh*t.' He inwardly groaned at his careless mistake before speaking.

"Nothing really. Simply a thought that just came to me..." He said casually, before then wanting to ask something. "Fifth, before Ainz left for the mountains, are all these the reports he received?"

She thought about before then nodding.

"Yes, these are all the reports that Ainz-sama received. There are also other reports waiting to be looked over by Ainz-sama. Do you wish to see them, my lord?"

'Holy sh*t! These are just two stacks of f**king paperwork, but there's more!?'

"In time, but not just yet." He said, quickly hiding his shock.

"I only want to see the reports that Ainz has read. Knowing him he might've overlooked some things." He said with a chuckle.

The maid had a look of surprise, and even shock at his casual statement about Ainz, but then made a slight bow before returning to her usual position.

"...Fifth and Eight Edge Assassins. I want you all to take a break." He said firmly.

They looked at their master with surprised looks, as well as broken expressions.

"M-Master, do we not satisfy you?" Fifth said, trembling in fear. Same goes with the Eight Edge Assassins that were clinging above.

'GAWD DAMN IT! STOP WITH THE MISUNDERSTANDINGS!'

He held back a sigh as he continued on with his serious expression and tone.

"No. I find your work satisfactory. I just wish for you all to take a good rest. I want my, no, Ainz's subjects to be in good condition. Seeing you being here for quite a while, I want to reward you all with a rest period for assisting."

'Pleeeease... let them grab this bait.' He sweat dropped inwardly.

"I-I see." Fifth reluctantly said as she bowed, as well as the Assassins above.

"Forgive me for misunderstanding, Alcatraz-sama!"

""Forgive us!""

He waved the praise dismissively.

"Now, take a break. I will call for you once I need help." He said with a smile, even though the mask covers his facial expressions.

They bowed once more before leaving. Once they left, Alcatraz finally let out a heavy sigh. One that he didn't expect to have taken. Being undead and all that.

"Jeez. One of the reasons why I don't like having the NPCs around long-term, they get annoying... No, can't think of that. They're not the same back in YGGDRASIL. They are alive Zark. Not friggin' piles of data." He muttered as he cursed himself silently.

Grumbling silently as he irritatingly held up a report, he slowly raised a brow as he read the report. Nothing important, just simply confirmations of orders already given. Well, most of them are.

'Sighed, at least that trip to the Dragon Kingdom went well... I think.'

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Flashback

Dragon Kingdom, a day ago. . .

After the Theocracy, Alcatraz and Tyrael went to the Dragon Kingdom. Using flight and invisibility magic, they walked into the city unnoticed by all. The place's theme was almost the same as the Kingdom, but a tad cleaner. Although there were also signs of somewhat low morale about the population when they walked around. Although it was understandable.

They were holding their ground against the Beastmen Country that has been a major problem for them. According to information from the other nations, the Dragon Kingdom was the 'vanguard' against the beastmen, and they were barely holding on.

The beastmen kept on raiding villages and several towns of the Dragon Kingdom week by week, forcing the surviving population to seek shelter to the inner cities or the more heavily fortified towns. This placed an ever-increasing burden on the Kingdom's need for food, shelter, and other basic necessities for the people.

The beastmen have already conquered multiple cities from the Dragon Kingdom and eaten most of the humans in them. Meanwhile, their territory was slowly dwindling as time passed, and according to the reports that he managed to read from the Baharuth Empire, the conquered cities had "banquets" held by the beastmen...

'Savage bastards...' He thought grimly.

He would compare them as Vikings, like his friend Orm would, but the beastmen seemed worse. He would go ahead and start killing all the beastmen, just from how pissed off thinking about it made him, but not knowing both sides would lead to more than a few mistakes. Hell, he guessed that the beastmen may have been dormant, and then suddenly went aggressive on the humans.

Draudillon Oriculus, the Queen of the Dragon Kingdom, has been dealing with the many "problems" amongst her inner circle. Well that, and the surrounding countries didn't give proper support to their supposed "ally".

Something that Alcatraz disliked about it. Then again, while almost selfish, it is also logical. They were simply protecting themselves, and not wanting to weaken their own national strength for some other country. That was the most likely mindset. Then again, it was very human.

Anyways, due to how weakened the Dragon Kingdom was, they had to request military assistance from the Slane Theocracy and the Baharuth Empire. Although getting deeper information about the relationship of both countries to the Dragon Kingdom, it wasn't a good one.

The Dragon Kingdom pays tribute to the Slane Theocracy each year in order for them to dispatch troops against the Beastman Country. With financial backing, they would usually lend military aid to the Dragon Kingdom when dealing with the beastmen invasion. Although it was slow to happen this time, due to Alcatraz and Ainz destroying the Sunlight Scripture, which were the ones normally sent to aid them. Alcatraz really wanted to facepalm at that detail, but held himself back.

Anyways, while the Baharuth Empire is a neighboring state of the Dragon Kingdom, the relations between the two powers seemed sour due to its Emperor having a personal dislike towards the Kingdom's monarch. Though it does reluctantly send military aid, it is out of necessity and not charity. The fact was that the Dragon Kingdom's existence is what kept the Beastman Country from invading the Empire's territory.

So the short version? A really sh*tty situation.

There was an Adamantite-ranked adventurer team, though he didn't remember the name, based in the Dragon Kingdom. They had signed a long-term contract on repelling the beastmen, but one team of elite humans doesn't mean that they'd be much of help across a whole kingdom. Morale booster of course, but they won't be able to drive their invaders back completely.

'Was it Crystal... something...'

All it was doing is just delaying the inevitable...

Unless he chose to help them out, but of course the Sorcerer Kingdom helping out the Dragon Kingdom out of pity? That would look a little suspicious to anyone with half a brain. But not now of course. Right now he only came here to observe, and see what the situation was. He would like to meet with the Queen, but the attention that could draw was a risk he wasn't sure he should make.

On a minor note, he noticed that there's even the church of the "Six Great Gods" here in this kingdom. Probably set up by those who had come from the Theocracy, to begin with. By the looks of things, it doesn't seem like the people of the Dragon Kingdom set their beliefs into it. Their freaking morale was at an all-time low. What good would the Theocracy's religion do to help them in their current situation?

Although he understood it, doesn't mean he agrees with it. And he was now currently conflicted: Should he help out the Queen and her people, or should he wait for a good opportunity to rescue and help them out?

Choices, choices.

And he already chose one.

Memorizing the layout as he walked through the roads heading towards the capital's royal palace, where the Queen resides.

"My lord, permission for this servant to speak." Tyrael suddenly said, albeit quietly enough for only him to hear. It still surprised him though.

'Oh, come on. Really? Just ask your question already.' He inwardly complained before replying.

"Yes? What is it?"

"Why are we heading towards where the monarch of this kingdom resides? I... thought we were supposed to observe and analyze our findings first." The fallen angel spoke slowly, as to not wish to anger his master.

"...You are an angel are you not?"

"I... Yes, my lord." Tyrael replied in a confused tone, not understanding where this was going.

"And you are, no, were a holy being, right?"

"Yes, my master." He nodded.

"Then you must feel a sense of duty and justice before. Right?"

Tyrael went silent for a moment before speaking firmly.

"Yes, I have once. Even if I am now a Fallen Angel, I still wish to serve the ones who wish to treat the living properly and with justice." He admitted.

Even if it meant allying up monsters, at least he wasn't part of the scum he had seen of most of the humans he had seen during his active days.

'Heh. You just might be the remnant of Touch-Me...' He thought sadly before chuckling.

"I guess I'm not the only one." Before Tyrael could answer, Alcatraz quickly responded. "We'll be meeting with the Queen and... have a nice little chat with her."

Tyrael looked at him before nodding. Alcatraz could swear that he saw a smile from him.

'If that bastard tells Ainz...' He quickly regretted thinking that. He should have known that Tyrael noticed it.

'Nah, he wouldn't dare...'

Arriving at the royal palace, it was quite a striking design in its own way. Although it wasn't quite as grand when comparing it to several landmarks in YGGDRASIL, and some buildings of old he saw in pictures on the internet before. They weren't noticed due to the [Cloak of Illusion]'s enchantment, rendering them invisible. They were ignored and their presence was non-existent, detectable only by those around lvl-60+.

And no, they are not camouflaged, they are more like ignored and their presence non-existent (can only be detected around lvl 60+)

'Meh. Still, it's not bad. A bit bigger than the Re-Estize Kingdom's royal palace though...'

But meh, its a bit bigger than the E-Rantze Kingdom Capital building though.

There are several elite-looking guards around the entrance, although he saw that their strength was just around levels 19 to 23. Impressive for this world, but nothing too eye-catching to Alcatraz himself. He had noticed several adventurers near the entrance. A mage and a ranger, and by their tags, they were Adamantite-ranked. The conclusion was that they were part of Team Crystal Tear.

I mean seriously, is there any other adamantite team around the city?

F**king no, obviously.

And my bad for stating the f**king OBVIOUS.

(Its a habit)

"Is the Queen available?"

"I apologize, but the Queen is currently busy." He said as he bowed.

'So the team is in a meeting with her...' He thought. 'Guess we'll have to-'

His thoughts were cut short the moment the doors opened, and an armored man walked out with a somewhat creepy expression on his face. He then noticed a pendant dangling around his neck: It was an adamantite tag.

He would have guessed he might be the leader, but both Alcatraz and Tyrael looked at him like he was weird because of the happy expression he made. Alcatraz shook his head slightly to refocus himself as he spoke to Tyrael.

"Lets go."

Tyrael nodded in reply, and they quickly walked in before the guards closed the double doors. The place was quite "grand", if that was the word, to Alcatraz. He whistled as he looked around the spacey room before taking notice of a seemingly small young girl sitting on the throne.

Thanks to information they got from the Empire, Alcatraz already knew this wasn't the Queen's true form. It was an illusion to keep up an image for her people... Or something similar to that. But there was something strange about it to him. He felt some kind of magic in play, but it felt very different from [Tier Magic], and it made his undead skin tingle in her presence.

He also noticed that it was no simple illusion. If it was, he should have been able to see through it, due to the lower levels of this world. Yet for some reason, he couldn't do it. Ditto for Tyrael. All he could see was a subtle, and unfamiliar magical "aura" around her. This actually sparked his curiosity as he listened in on her conversation with an older man who seemed like a high-ranking official.

"-Why must that perverted man come here every time he comes from a battle?" The Queen asked tiredly.

The man sighed lightly before responding.

"It is required, your Majesty. The achievements of Crystal Tear are numerous, and it is quite necessary for him to report to you."

"I don't think we're talking about Crystal Tear, but Cerabrate himself." The loli Queen said irritatingly. "Is everyone in this world a lolicon? I think being bigger would be better in various ways."

Draudillon raised her hands to her flat chest and rubbed the flat nubs like there was something missing.

"Indeed, that form is─" The man tried to say when she spoke over him in a harsh tone.

"─Hey! It is NOT a form! That's my REAL shape."

"Forgive me, your Majesty."

"Oi. You don't sound sorry at all." The Queen said in annoyed tone of voice.

"Certainly not."

Draudillon stared at the minister's cold smile. She could not see the emotions lurking beneath it and turned away unhappily.

"Now that your Majesty understands, let us return to our original topic. That form might be able to win the hearts of men, but women will not favor it. In contrast, your present form is well-received by both sexes, young and old. You ought to understand that. Now, if you insist on taking that form, then you must solve the problems which this country currently faces. Have you any suggestions?" The minister coldly said matter-of-factly.

"...Don't call it a form." She said with a dejected sigh.

'Hehe. I like her attitude. Someone I know from another clan named "Chill" would have a great day out with this woman.' He thought jokingly.

[Tyrael, we will approach the Queen. Once I speak, allow me to do the talking.] Alcatraz immediately {Messaged} him.

[Yes, my lord.]

The two continued to converse without knowing the two were approaching the throne. If it weren't {Concealed Presence} from the cloak, they would have been noticed right now. Although the Queen seemed to pick up that something was amiss. She kept on looking around her surroundings during her conversation like she was distracted by something, but after a moment she seemed to dismiss it as her imagination.

They stopped 5 meters from the throne and waited a few minutes to find a good opportunity to make their appearance. Of course, one must have a dramatic entrance. Doesn't matter if he's Ainz/Momonga or not. You must always have a dramatic entrance.

(Which was my late mistake from the start of this story before...)

As the conversation seem to be ending, Draudillon told the man her wine, watching his back as he departed. Once gone, her expression almost looked... Depressed and lost...

"..."

'The burdens and responsibilities of a ruler...' He thought neutrally.

"We can help you, Queen Draudillon." He said, breaking the silence and the Queen's depressing, pressuring thoughts.

Draudillon almost jumped and scream in shock.

"W-What!? Who's there!?"

It was quite a sight for someone who looked like an inexperienced child, to start talking and acting like an older woman. That pretty much confirmed the intel he had on her.

'And for the finale.' He thought to himself in amusement as he slowly took off the cloak.

He pulled his hood down, followed by Tyrael, and faced the Queen. The still-loli Queen widened her eyes, her expression one of shock, and her tiny body trembling in of course, fear. The one in front of her wore a mask with a devilish smile, and dead glowing red eyes, which did NOT help the suddenness of the situation.

"Apologies for scaring you, Queen Draudillon." He bowed as he spoke in a soft, apologetic tone.

"I would have announced our arrival, but I wished to have an unofficial and private conversation with you."

"A-A private conversation?" She stammered, slowly regaining her composure from the shock.

He nodded once as he continued.

"Yes. My name is Alcatraz D. Grimm. The Executor of the Sorcerer King, Ainz Ooal Gown. We wish to gain a sort of 'indirect' alliance with you." He said bluntly.

He swore that she trembled the moment he mentioned about being an "Executor" for the Sorcerer King.

"I apologize for the suddenness, but if I speak to you about the reason behind it, you may understand."

"I... You... WHAT!?" She exclaimed with surprise.

The undead did his best to not spurt out into laughter. Seeing the form of a young girl speak and act like a shocked and flabbergasted woman was an image that stuck him as absolutely freaking hilarious.

"We wish to make an indirect alliance with you, Queen Draudillon." He stated again.

Though he wasn't the type who was really into formalities much, he did try his best to at least speak in a respectful tone. After all, this IS supposed to be a meeting of a nation's head, with another nation's representative. No matter how "unofficial", and frankly unorthodox it may be.

"Ahem! Y-Yes I heard you..." She said sternly before continuing. "... and due to the nature of your visit, I must be frank. I've heard rumors that your Sorcerer King is an undead, and moreover, there are some... unpleasant rumors regarding him."

She would have thought about calling in the guards, but she felt that it would be useless. Her instincts were telling, no, shouting at her to not provoke or anger this person. Not when her dragonic senses were being assaulted by the high levels of magical power this individual possessed, which was rivaled by the quality of the items she sensed that he possessed.

She felt faint from it all, but the way he approached her actually had the benefit of getting her blood pumping, and her focus centered. Otherwise, she would have been a mess. From what he stated, she was led to believe that they wanted to quietly establish relations with her. Given the rumors she has heard of the newly formed Kingdom and its undead King, it made a sort of sense to her.

Still, her nation was in peril, and she had little time or patience to spare on any kind of covert, backdoor diplomacy. If they truly wanted some kind of "secret" alliance, then it would serve her people. Narrowing her vision and steeling her resolve, the Queen in a child's form spoke in a frank, no-nonsense tone that brooked no obfuscation.

"And? What will we get out of this?"

Alcatraz raised a brow at her directness.

"Straight to the point, eh?" He said amusingly.

"I would not rather beat around the bush when my people and kingdom are in peril from the beastman hordes." She said with an authoritative tone. "I will give what my people need, and they need help..."

Before she could say anymore, Alcatraz curtly spoke over her.

"Of that, I am aware, Your Majesty. As part of this 'secret' alliance, you and your people would be given the support they need to fend off the invading beastmen, and even some extra shipments of supplies from the Baharuth Empire."

The tiny Queen wore a stone face as she perked a brow.

"I heard Jircniv threw his lot in with the Sorcerer Kingdom, but I suppose this confirms it. You know, he bears a short-sighted, personal dislike towards me, just because of the way I am forced to represent and lead my kingdom. Are you aware of this?"

Alcatraz was taken aback by her sudden statement, but one of the benefits of being undead, is that you can hide reactions to the unexpected REALLY well. All thanks to the fact that emotions are more suppressed. In short, he had no f**king clue what she was going on about.

Still, if he had to guess, it was the fact that she posed as a young girl when she wasn't one. To him, Jircniv's dislike just because of that was stupid, and frankly, he didn't care. So he, decided to employ his favorite tactic, and just bullshit his way through this one and steamroll the conversation with soothing words.

"I am Your Majesty, but you can be rest assured, that brat's opinion won't factor into this. If we tell him to help your kingdom out more than he has, he'll do it." He shrugged. "After all, you've been paying tribute to him and the Theocracy to aid in your defense, right? And that aid has added up to little more than the bare minimum to help your kingdom to hang on."

Alcatraz stated his last sentence with self-assured confidence that made it seem he knew everything, when in fact he was mixing half-truths with B.S. he was pulling out of his undead arse. But it seemed to work, as the loli-Queen perked a brow and replied.

"You came here knowing everything already, I see. That saves time then. So then I ask you Executor Alcatraz, what does the Sorcerer Kingdom want in exchange for our 'quiet' relationship?" The Queen asked with obvious suspicion in her voice.

Alcatraz paused and folded his arms with an "Umu" sound, trying to look as stern and superior as possible outwardly. Inwardly, however, he was scrambling.

'FUCK! Amateur hour here! If I tell her, "Don't worry. We'll help at no charge!", she won't fucking believe me and think I'm trying to pull a fast one. Dammit, think! What sort of compensation would she believe that we'd want for our help... Oh, for crying out loud. I hope this works...'

He would have panicked if not for his undead passive...

"Very well, Your Majesty. I won't beat around the bush either. We do have some goals in mind with this offer. First off, we'd like mining and commerce rights for some of our third parties. You may not know this, but your kingdom is rich with natural resources." Alcatraz stated in a confident manner.

The Queen's eyes grew wide at the statement as she replied in an uncertain tone.

"Truly? How could you know of such a thing?"

"Divination magic of course. Rest assured, we have specialists in that field that have identified deposits of useful resources. Of course, people of your kingdom will be given employment with full wages and even benefits to working in these mines. We'll share what is excavated with you to maintain appearances, but understand we'll reserve the rights to 60% of what is unearthed, while your kingdom will get 40%."

The Queen narrowed her vision and bit her lower lip at the proposal. The prospect of new jobs and trade to breath new life into her struggling kingdom sounded like a golden opportunity, given the dying state of their economy and finances. However, without knowing what kind and just how much of those resources Alcatraz spoke of, she would be forced to accept a deal that was literally taking advantage of her situation.

She had to admit, it was a cunning move that gave her little room to negotiate or argue. Especially when the 60/40 ratio was, in many ways, quite reasonable, and trying to haggle with them, increasingly more obvious to her, inhuman being would not be wise, and could even result in him altering the deal, and taking more than offered.

Despite what she was thinking, however, for Alcatraz, this was simply not the case...

'Oh, thank God, she's buying it. Deposits of resources? Pffff. As if! I'm just dropping salvos of bullshit at this point... Looks like I got a new job for Nigredo: FIND these resources so I don't look like a complete idiot. Hell, even deposits of iron will do, but you better believe I'll be having her search every useful and valuable element on the periodic-fucking-table...' A 'ting' sound off from his head. 'Wait, I could make some Servo Skulls search for deposits right? Wait, I think I need to use some materials... Ugh, expensive, but could try at least...'

Just as Alcatraz was ironing out the last minute ideas in his head, the Queen's calm voice brought his attention back.

"Executor Alcatraz, you said 'First off'. That implies that you had other conditions, does it not?"

Once again, Alcatraz was thankful he was undead, as he realized his mistake in word choice.

'Oh, crap. I was just trying to... Bah! Nevermind. She already thinks I've got more "conditions", so going back on that's not an option... Wait... I think I've got it...'

"Indeed, Your Majesty." He nodded. "The other and last condition we have is quite simple: We want to conquer the Beastman Country. Much like yourself, we find them distasteful. So we'll simply subjugate them. That'll secure your kingdom from them, and we'll be getting new territory to expand in."

Queen Draudillon's reaction was not quite what Alcatraz had expected. He was really expecting another bout of shock and surprise, but instead, he saw acceptance and even a hint of relief. For Draudillon, it was almost cathartic knowing that the beastmen that had hounded, brutalized, and raped her kingdom and her people, were drawing the ire was a VASTLY more dangerous and formidable kingdom.

She was sure that there was more going on here, and that later on more would probably be asked of her, but at that moment, none of those worries mattered anymore. To see the day her kingdom free from the threat of the beastmen, and to one day walk outside her palace in her true form again? What was being asked of her was a bargain. She paused before drawing in a deep breath and then speaking.

"I will accept your so-called 'alliance', Alcatraz-dono." She said sternly.

There was a hint of power behind her words. An undeniable will that was like a renewed fire in those eyes that seemed to have pupils that briefly morphed in slitted, dragonic versions, before going back into their "normal" form. Alcatraz looked at her for a good moment, before he slowly leaned his body forward, bowing deeply.

"I will do my best to relay your answer to my lord, Queen Draudillon." He said with genuine respect in his voice. If his mask was off, there is was no doubt she would feel disgusted by it.

I mean we got a glasgow smile with flesh bits removed from it and seeing the muscles and flesh from within has got to be well damn scary.

"And before I leave, there has been a question that must be... Answered by you if you allow it?"

The Queen looked at him for a moment before prompting him to go on.

"I wish to confirm for my lord's questioning suspicion... If you were to be given a chance, a chance to make a sacrifice... Will you push through and beyond to gain that power for peace and prosperity?"

The Queen briefly narrowed her eyes before gazing downward, pondering his words slowly as her mind was trying to produce an answer. After a few minutes of silence and thinking, the Queen looked at him. Directly at his eyes, even if she felt a shiver just by looking into his eyes, she felt sudden encouragement to tell what she thinks.

"I... I will do what it takes to take care of my people. No matter what, no matter how, I only want peace for them."

"..."

Alcatraz could only look at her in silence, and the tension slowly grows as the atmosphere grows uncomfortable from the silence. Tyrael was sweating nervously if the Queen's words may have offended his master, and that he may have rebuked the offer he had given to her.

The angel in disguise was not the only one, Draudillion was becoming uneasy. Her words were nothing but pure and genuine care for her people. All she wants was to stop the Beastmen from attacking them, to stop their suffering-

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The sudden laughter shook the two inhabitants in the room, surprising and confusing them at the same time. Perplex by the attitude of the Sorcerer Kingdom's 'representative'.

"I-Is there something funny about it!?" Draudillion shouted in anger.

Realizing he may or may not fked up the 'secret' relationship between the Sorcerer Kingdom and the Dragon Kingdom by laughing, he needs to bullshit his way again now.

"No, your majesty." Trying to calm himself down. "You, have the exact answer on the previous person I've conversed with. A great man he was, sadly he isnt here anymore..." He said sorrowfully at the end.

"Anyhow," He said cheerfully, breaking the saddening tension he just built up just seconds ago. "as the conditions have been set for this alliance, I will send in troops secretly to aid your villages, towns, and cities beyond your reach and help. Quick as dawn, and silent as night."

The Queen looked like she would say more, but she decided to thank him. "Thank you, Executor Alcatraz." Her tone, genuine of the words she spoke out.

He bowed, followed by Tyrael. Then suddenly.

ZA WARUDO! - {Time Stop}

Everything stopped. The time itself, the sounds of the whole world stopped.

"This amuses me to no end." He smirked. "Real amusing."

"Master, is all going well?" Tyrael asked respectfully. Considering what happened just now concerns him on what will his master do. Thinking that the Queen may have offended him in some way decided to kill her off.

"Yes, although a slight change of plans and expectations, but all is well." He opened up a {Gate}. "Nothing to worry about..."

---

'Nahhhh, I just wanted to see her reaction for shits and giggles.' He suddenly felt the urge to giggle like a school girl but held it in. Fortunately for him, no one was present in his room so he let loose.

After laughing his ass off, to which he didnt know that he had kept in during the talks with the Queen, he calmed down and sipped some fancy ass blood wine.

"Enjoying the time, Alcatraz?"

The undead spat his wine out before coughing to clear his throat. "You! You're bloody real!"

"Of course not!" The voice called, sounding almost offended. Almost. "Why did you think of that? You wish that you wouldn't meet up your son ever again?"

"...Ok now that's harsh." He glared at absolutely nothing.

"Your fault for not expecting it."

"...Shut up and tell me why your here." He growled.

The voice chuckled. "Looks like your attitude would amuse me to no end, Alcatraz... Very well. It involves your... 'involvement' in some work."

Now that piqued Alcatraz's curiosity greatly but also trending on dangerous ground. "Judging by your choice of words, its something dangerous isnt it?"

"Hahahahah, observant! Yes, its dangerous."

He shrugged. "Then I suppose I'll leave out of whatever this work has to do with me-"

"The Hateful Eight is walking down the streets of blood again."

Alcatraz's eyes went wide open by an instant. "..."

"That got you curious now eh Alcatraz? Or rather, Zark...?"

"...What is this work had to do with us? My other clanmates arent even here!" He shouted. "How could we possibly be together!?"

"It is from the future, Zark." The voice said calmly. "Sometime later, which would be a very longgggg time later, you'd be involved in some big event. Yes, it's dangerous, but you are somewhat needed for this part."

"Ha!" He scoffed. "And pray tell why the hell would my old clan be part of this so called 'important' event!?"

"If I were to put this in words understandable to you, punk-ass hypocrite, it would be; "The world is being disturbed, and it will be destroyed." That would be the one."

His eyes narrowed. "What do you mean the world will be destroyed? This world I'm on you mean?"

"No no no, the whole universe you're inhabiting. The whole Multiverse Realm!" The voice shouted, although not quite loud enough to hurt his eardrums... Even if he is already dead though. "Everyone and everything in the MU Realm will vanish! Out of existence."

The undead player breathed in slowly. "...I do not... understand."

"Hehehe, then let me share my knowledge with you then."

Before he could ask, he simply screamed... Quite loudly it seems.

---

Back to the Dwarven Expedition. . .

Khorne followed Shalltear and Aura from behind as they were heading towards the location of Quagoa. They leaped from roof-to-roof at breakneck speeds, with Khorne apparently having donned his [Reiver Armor]. That might have been the best decision he had made, as it's lighter when compared to his [Chaos Conqueror] set. Plus it makes him completely agile when moving in mid-air maneuvers.

And the reason why he was following the two, along with some monsters Shalltear was commanding, was because of Ainz's request to follow them in case any diplomatic issues had come up. In short, he'd be the one to deal with it.

Even though he is not exactly a people person, he figured he might do well with more "rational" type thinking when compared to the Guardians if one thinks about it like that. After all, the NPCs had really yet to learn to utilize that little thing called "common sense". Khorne doubted they ever would, due to their natures as NPCs, but he held out some hope, however little.

Not long after, they had reached a building that was supposedly near their objective. Suddenly, he felt something very wrong.

Seeing her reaction, he wondered what made her act like that. Looking down where the supposedly Quagoa were, well they are but... They are not, well-

"They're dead!" Khorne narrowed his eyes as he then spoke in a commanding tone. "We may have someone nearby. Be on guard!"

They immediately raised their weapons, trying to locate where the said enemy is at.

"Hanzos!" Shalltear turned to them. "Report back to Ainz-sama about this, there may be someone else in the city with us!"

The Hanzos nodded briefly before immediately making their way back to Ainz. Using {Message} may share the information about this quicker, but there is a risk of it being discovered and information intercepted with the right spells. Information Khorne shared with them during the course of the trip.

Khorne wasn't sure if either Shalltear or Aura could sense it, but he saw extremely uncomfortable expressions on their faces. Like one would have when they felt their skin crawl at a really disturbing presence. That same feeling of "wrongness" that he felt since entering this mountain increased tenfold. Whatever it was, Khorne was sure of one thing: the source was VERY close by.

Something else he picked up on was some new aromas that were filling the air. Aromas that were completely out of place in this mountain cavern. He took just a few sniffs at the air, and the smells reminded him of burnt air after a lightning strike, tombstones, ash, and surprisingly enough, flowers and roses. For some reason, these smells only made that feeling of wrongness even worse.

For some reason, he unconsciously moved in front of Shalltear and pulled her back, and a slash appeared out of nowhere, cutting open his guts.

"GAAAAAAH!"

'S-Shit! The pain!'

He thought before falling onto his knee in great agony. His wound was bleeding to no end, and creating a pool of crimson vitae under him.

'"Khorne-san!"'

The Guardians shouted before looking around, desperately trying to find where the enemy was.

"Aw, yOU shOULdnt hAvE dOdgEd!"

They all looked to where the voice was heard. It was like two voices speaking at the same time; male and female. They finally found the location of the figure and were quite surprised by its appearance.

The figure was obviously a slender female, but from what species they couldn't say. Its black skin almost like a rubber suit due to the texture, oily dreadlocks for hair, quite long too, and a slender, lizard-like tail. It has horns shaped like thorns curved upwards almost like a "V".

Though the most noticeable feature was it's dreadful aura it was emitting. No wonder Khorne had a bad feeling ever since they came into this mountain. He couldn't sense exactly where the presence was because it was spread out so wide that he couldn't pinpoint it. He would have made a joke about it almost looking like a Predator from that movie franchise, but he's in rather great pain to care about it.

"It wOULd bE EAsIEr fOr mE tO dEAL wIth yOU!"

"You insect!" Shalltear shouted. "You shall pay for that!"

She was about to fly towards the unknown entity and attack, but Khorne stopped her from doing so with a raised hand. Well, the one that wasn't keeping his intestines from spilling out.

"Wait, dont!"

"Khorne, what are you doing!?" Shalltear exclaimed. "She wounded you!"

He coughed a bit of blood before clearing his throat.

"I know that but she, it, whatever, may have something up its sleeve. We need to play it safe! We dont know what that lil' shit's capable of. Hells! Just look at me for f**k's sake."

Reluctantly, Shalltear stayed still but thought carefully on his words. It was true. When fighting an unknown, it was best to be careful. Just like their master Ainz has tried to teach them, and Khorne's warnings were reinforcing. No matter how powerful you are, never fight head-on when you don't know their capabilities. Especially when Shalltear noticed that Khorne's wounds were not normal.

Khorne tried to stand up, only to double-over and fall down in pain.

'Shit! that f**king thing did something to me. I can't regen!'

The dark figure raised its hand, chanted something unintelligible, and fired bolts of blackness. He wasn't sure what it was, but he had a feeling that it wasn't good if you get hit by it.

"DODGE!" He shouted, making the group to avoid the black bolts.

The moment it hit the building they stood on, the bolts turned the small portion of where they hit into a black puddle of burning tar. At first, it seemed harmless, but he had a bad feeling about it. Shalltear and Aura quickly retaliated and unleashed their attacks upon the unknown attacker, who responded by deftly dodging everything they threw at it.

Khorne was still kneeling on the ground, being tended by a Vampire Bride, while several various types of undead and a Hanzo were making a defensive wall in front of Khorne. He knew he couldn't linger like this for too long. He needed to help them out. He pulled out two [Moderate Healing Potions] and drank them. The wounds closed and dulled the pain, but unsurprisingly it didn't fix his exhaustion.

"Stand back," He commanded the ones around him. "This fight only requires us."

Normally they would object, but seeing a difficult situation happening, they hesitantly heeded his words.

Shalltear and Aura were surprisingly having a hard time fighting this creature. Its prowess in dodging was REALLY annoying. It was like trying to hit a mosquito with a frigging BBQ stick.

I tried doing that, I managed to hit it after an hour. I had nothing at that certain moment, only a BBQ stick, rock, and a phone... It almost didn't went well, that I tell you.

Back to the story.

"DIE dAmn yOU!" It shouted as it produced black flames from its hands.

"You first!" Aura countered as she whipped one of the dark figure's hands, entangling it with her whip.

Shalltear came in from behind with her lance to stab it, but it was dodged like it had eyes in the back of its head. The black figure clenched its free hand, pulled Aura in and punched her with an earth-shattering blow, making her fly backwards into a building.

"Oh, no you DON'T! I can only do that to flat-chest shorty!" Shalltear shouted as she continued attacking the unknown figure.

"Oh?~ WAs shE sOmEOnE prEcIOUs tO yOU?" It said while continuing to dodge her attacks.

"Shut it you worm!" She enrages before shouting a spell.

"{Force Explosion}!"

The instant she cast it, the being was suddenly blown backward.

"GAH!"

She/it wasn't greatly wounded by the explosion. It only managed to make small bruises and cracks around its body. However, it managed to disorient the creature by the sudden explosion of displaced air and magical energy. Khorne then materialized behind the being and whispered...

"Sorry peaches. This ain't personal. Just business." He smirked.

"W-WhAt!?"

"{Hellfire Javelin}!"

He conjured a dark red, flaming javelin in his hands. "You cannot continue to exist, you reek of wrongness and chaos." He calmly said before stabbing through its back.

'Really ironic, I also am Chaotic... Wait, not that chaotic, this btch, thing, WHATEVER, smells really bad.' It almost felt cruel to think about but pushed those thoughts away since this was a life and death situation now. The being burst into flames, screaming in pain, and agony. The b*tch-thing fell down from the air, crashing into the ground with a brief tremor.

The being burst into flames, screaming in pain and agony. The btch-thing fell down from the air and crashing onto the ground.

The underlings (felt bad using that word but whatever), Guardians, and Khorne slowly crept up towards the burning creature. Aura was back on her feet, not quite injured, although she was covered in small several cuts and bruises, as well as some dirt on herself. If that THING was strong enough to do all this to Aura and Khorne, that was only further proof of how dangerous it was.

"You ok there Aura-san?" He asked concerningly.

"Yeah, that weakling managed to hit me hard." She replied in a disgruntled tone.

'I dont think she's that weak Aura...' Khorne sweatdropped at that statement before giving her a couple of [Minor Healing Potions], to which she accepted without any complaints. Khorne was still eyeing the burning, motionless body in a small crater that the thing fell in. His body tensed as he spoke in a matching voice.

"...That btch-thing is still alive."

The Guardians looked at him in surprise before switching to defensive combat stances.

"Tch, yOU sAw thrOUgh It?" The creature said in annoyance as it was slowly standing up.

"Honey, one thing I know about playing dead, is that you gotta be critically injured to do it. You, on the other hand, don't look like it." He deadpanned. "Plus, I know what IS dead, and what's playing dead."

The creature gritted its teeth as he brandished his [Power Claws].

"So... we'll spare you if you answer several questions for us."

"Oh?~ And whAt mAkEs yOU thInk thAt I wILL AnswEr yOUr qUEstIOns?" None of the group noticed it, but the creature was silently trembling in her feet.

"Well, we're in a life and death situation. Plus, we can easily kill you now." He shrugged.

[Aura-san, can you check out the enemy?] Khorne silently activated {Message} to Aura.

[Already done, but the results are confusing. The creature's level is unknown, but its stats consists that its more reliant on speed rather than strength]

'Wait, what...!?'

Khorne was surprised since that didn't happen in YGGDRASIL. Whenever you check out a target's stats, you have to see the results. It may be false, but it always has to show something. But the level is unknown? Now that was surprising. A definite first for him.

"I'LL AnswEr yOUr qUEstIOns thrOUgh my dEAth!" It shouted as it leaped towards Khorne.

His train of thought was broken as he noticed the creature was nearing him by a few meters. He quickly activated |Hell's Push|, knocking the creature backward as it fell on its backside. Effectively stunning it, Khorne activated his claws and rushed towards the being. He stabbed the claws right through the creature's chest, with black purple blood bursting out.

"GRAHHHHHHHH!"

Even though he pierced his claws deep through the b*tch-thing's chest, it still wasn't enough to take it down.

"Aura, Shalltear!" Khorne shouted, getting the two Guardians' attention.

"Call Ainz! We're in a dire situation! Inform him of what happened, NOW!"

Aura nodded while Shalltear was getting in close to help out Khorne.

"You can't handle that ugly thing alone!"

Just then the creature broke Khorne's hold, sending several blindingly fast punches into his side, making the half-demon spitting out blood. If the [Power Claws] isn't enough to deal a lethal blow, then he needed to switch his play. Khorne held on by materializing [Death's Blade], activating its {Negative Touch}, and quickly slashed it at the creature.

"GAHHH! StOp It dAmn yOU! DiE!" It shouted.

The creature's hand was supposed to strike Khorne's head, which could fatally knock him out, or just disorient him to create an opening. Too late to block or dodge, he was saved by Shalltear who managed to stab the creature's back with her [Spuit Lance].

"Nice save!" He complimented.

"Focus on killing this thing!" She shouted back.

Out of nowhere, Aura appears like the Spanish Inquisition, equipping her main weapon; [Elven Bladed Bow: 21th Final Set]. The final upgraded version of the 20 versions that was given. This was one of the weapons considered by the YGGDRASIL community to be "broken asf!", and needed to be removed. And the shitty dev's answer? They didnt.

Aura fired a fusillade arrow, piercing through the creature's back. It definitely hurt it, but it still wasn't enough to kill it seemed. However, it was enough to distract it with the pain inflicted.

"|Chaos Strike|!"

Khorne thrust his sword into the creature's chest, fatally damaging it.

"Know that you did this upon yourself!" Khorne roared.

"N-No... this w-was not supposed to e-end like this-"

Before the creature finished its speech, Khorne had enough of its b*tching and finally lopped its head off with a [Power Claw] strike to the neck.

"{Hellfire!}" He pointed at the corpse, torching it with the unholy flames of hell.

"Khorne!"

Everyone turned to Ainz's voice and bowed their heads low. Well, everyone except for Khorne.

"What happened here!?" He said worryingly.

Ainz heard loud noises from a good distance. He thought to let it be, thinking that they would do fine, but it went on for almost 5 minutes. Any conflict should have been done in less time, so he was worried that they might done fu*ked up, and decided to go to them with {Gate}. Regardless of the possibilities of enemy strength and power, he went because of his friend's comrade.

Khorne coolly wiped the dark blood off of his helmet's cheek.

"Bastard attacked us. Don't know why. Wanted to find out, but it wasn't like it would answer questions when it was attacking us."

"Y-You...!"

They all looked at the burning corpse, and to their surprise, it was still alive. How the hell was the corpse still alive!? Oh, wait. Scratch that. Its the head that was still alive- Wait, that still doesn't make sense! How in the high-flying fu*k was a head still talking!? Oh, nvm, we got Dullahan races or-

Author... Just stop... Don't put facts here. Just continue on with it damn it...

"What the fuck-"

"You... You should have k-killed me instead of that cursed thing! W-Why must Fate do this t-to me!?" It shouted towards Ainz.

"You... What are you?" Ainz's red glowing orbs got dimmer as the Overlord looked on in shock.

The head cackled in amusement.

"L-Like I will tell yo-"

Khorne stabbed his sword into the still-burning head, finally ending it's life.

"K-Khorne-san!" Ainz said surprised. "What did you do!?"

"Bitch-Thing wouldn't tell us what the hell it was, or who it was. When it came to raw physical strength, it was weaker than us. My first guess? It was a Player summon or an NPC. My only problem with that is it didn't say or do anything to confirm or deny that. Then there's the fact the damned thing was durable enough to tank most of the damage dealt by us. Not sure if it was one of this world's inhabitants, but that was just too unexpected. My gut's telling me that it's not from around here. That's really all I can think of right now."

The ones listening would have shouted at Khorne for being so nonchalant, and in their eyes, disrespectful. But Ainz predicted this and instinctively raised his hand to stop them from doing so. Ainz looked down as if to think upon his words before looking back up at him again, silently activating a [Message] link.

[You could have captured it. We could've gained information if we interrogated it-]

[Don't spout that kind of bullshit Ainz! That thing was too dangerous to let live. Why? 'Cuz it managed to stop my regen-passive when it slashed my fu*king guts open!]

If Ainz had eyes, they would have widened, along with the eyebrows raised to the max.

[Are you serious?]

[Dumb question. You think I would lie?] Khorne replied in a clearly unamused tone.

[I... N-No]

Khorne silently scoffed at Ainz's thoughtlessness as he continued.

[Then let me put it to you this way; its better to not take risks. I prefer to kill 'em before they grow too strong or get too unpredictable]

[But still we could have gained information-] Ainz tried to argue, only for Khorne to promptly speak over him.

[-And risk killing your friends' NPCs?]

[...] Now THAT made Ainz really quiet for a full minute before he spoke again.

[Then so be it]

Ainz turned to the others.

"If we encounter these creatures again and they're hostile, you have my permission to defend yourselves to the fullest extent of your abilities. Prioritize your survival, and bring the information to me, or Khorne-san. Whichever is quickest and easiest for you."

"""Yes, Ainz-sama.""" They all replied and bowed in unison.

Ainz then turned to Khorne after he felt certain they understood his instructions.

"Khorne-san, what capabilities did it have?"

"It... might be better to ask Aura about that, Lord Ainz. She was the one who scanned it." He said as he bowed enough to the satisfaction of the others.

Ainz then turned to Aura.

"What did you find out about the creature?"

"Yes, Ainz-sama~! The data result was that the creature was of speed specialization. Its strength wasn't above 80, but was still able to wrestle against us. The {Discern} wasn't able to determine the level of the creature." Aura dutifully replied.

"..."

'What!?' Ainz shouted internally as he thought in panic.

'T-Thats impossible! The {Discern} should have gotten the enemy's stats completely, but one without a level!? Could it be around the Pleiades level...? No, too little information. I'll need to talk about this to Khorne-san.'

"Ahem. I see..."

Before Ainz could speak any further, he heard the sounds of footsteps, and it was coming towards them. The others also heard it and took defensive positions.

"Enemy reinforcements!?" He almost shouted.

"No, I can only sense... Two people?" Khorne said in confusion, but hearing the footsteps, it does sound like less than 3 people.

"-OHH SHIT! ARE WE LATE!?" A male voice shouted through the street, almost panicking.

"Calm down Jordin! I'm sure the Yogg is still there!" A young female's voice then replied.

"WERE ORDERED TO HUNT THAT F**KING THING DOWN! HOW CAN I BE CALM!?" The male voice shouted.

"BECAUSE THE ONES WHO KILLED IT ARE STANDING RIGHT THERE, YOU BLIND REDHEAD!" She shouted back.

Her shout was enough to shake Khorne's dream-like state of what was going on with those two persons and returned back his composure.

Her shout was enough to shake Khorne's dream-like state of what was going on with those two persons, and return back his composure. Their appearances were quite surprising. Especially since they looked human, and their style of clothing appeared like something from their original world.

The boy's appearance was quite eye catching, with green hair and white tips at the end, purple eyes, and wearing mixed colors of green and white, domino-pattern. A sci-fi looking vest covering only some parts of his chest and around the waistline. Blue jeans with some metallic pads on the knees covered the lower portion, and a white cloth around his forehead.

As for the young woman, she was wearing a red shirt with an image VERY similar to that of PAC-Man eating a powerup (the frigging berry), yellow hair, and tan skin. She also had protection around her joints, but little to no armor on other portions of her body.

"...Who the hell are you?/Who the fuck are you?" The man named Jordin and Khorne exclaimed almost in unison.

Unknowingly, the two will become the most idiotic rivals of all time... In my story of course. Wait, what?

---

Meanwhile at E-Rantel. . .

Alcatraz opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. He grunted as she slowly sat up straight, looking at his hand. Seeing that his vision is normal, he slowly stood up.

"..." He silently shook his head as if to remove the phantom pain he had mentally experienced.

"You now... Know of the truth." The voice spoke. "And you've been out for... about some time now, not too long and not too short."

"...With all of this, happening right now... What am I to do?" Alcatraz spoke in a grim tone. "In an alternate universe, multiple chances of meeting my other selves in other worlds, meeting people which most of them are fiction... What next?"

The voice chuckled. "You're choice. I can form a contract with someone like you, and be able to access to my organization's resources. With some limitations of course, and other than that, you are on your own... That is if you wish to be."

The undead received memories, memories of... literally everything. Universes of different types, galaxies that resides living beings, a fucking cosmic monster that is piss-ass stronger than most of the World Bosses of YGGDRASIL he had known; thankfully sealed by other primordial cosmic entities/beings, and multiverse organizations trying to fix the balance so that the seal wont break from the chaos made by some other people breaking the frigging system. Most likely Gamers, but they are just the most known beings to break the system without any fundamental knowledge of what's happening.

He was confused... Not knowing what to do now when he had learned about the Multiverse, Outer Realms, Alternate Dimensions, the endless expanding world of countless worlds in countless universes, realms, and dimensions!

Hell, he learned that he could gain other abilities from other worlds! Just not like... a Gamer that is, they are most likely people who don't know what the fuck they are doing and leaving a mess behind their trails. That is if they don't act quite as arrogant.

But still, traveling through other worlds? Now that is one in a lifetime, exploring shit, discovering other places? And going through his favorite anime!? SO MANY POSSIBILITIES-

Calm the fuck down.

"...I'll think about this... wow, next time."

The voice chuckled before sounding so serious now. "Time, you have all you need... And before I forget, there was an anomaly that just breached into this world."

Alcatraz would snap his neck if this voice, 'Gentleman', were here. "Where?" He almost shouted.

"Dont worry," He chuckled. "The threat has been dealt with by your friend Khorne. Although there may be a chance of being confronted with my walkers who had been assigned to hunt the threat down. Damn thing was hopping around like Jumper." The voice muttered quietly in the last part.

"What!?" He shouted. "I have to tell him quick!"

---

"Oi, I'm asking ya! Who the fuck are you?!" Khorne spat.

"Oh, hell naw boy! I'm asking who the hell are you!?" Jordin spat back.

Currently, both sides (specifically Khorne and Jordin) are tensed up and are on the edge of a fight. Meanwhile, the rest side of the Dwarf-Expedition party is quite ready to jump in if Ainz wills it. Which he is not, because he is absolutely confused the f**k out right now... shocked beyond his wits. I mean, obviously. How can you not be surprised by those who just appeared out of nowhere, wearing similar clothes from your own world, stands right in front of you, huh? The usual Isekai plot-twists much? Eh. F**k em.

The situations of Ainz, Alcatraz, Khorne, and other Players of YGGDRASIL are probably just exceptions in that case. Also Overlord, its also an exception too...

"I'll rip your guts out if you don't start explaining. I'm in a pissed off mood!"

"Oh, yeah?! Bring it then, ya' red b*tch!"

"Okay, that's it! Everyone stop! Just shut the fuck up, and be quiet!" The girl screamed in exasperation, as the veins in her forehead seemed to ready to burst.

Both sides blinked before looking at each other, and slowly lowering their weapons. Ainz would have sighed in relief if it weren't for the Guardians and the expedition forces that were present

"Thank you!" She threw her hands up exaggeratingly before continuing. "Now can we all just settle down and talk this out like a civilized-"

"Quiet worm!" Shalltear just suddenly shouted. "You dare offend our lord-!"

"Shalltear..." Ainz said in an annoyed tone as he looked at the armored vampire. "Stand down. That girl has a point, we should talk this out in a... civilized manner." He turned back onto the two mysterious individuals.

Shalltear would have almost reluctantly retorted back if it wasn't for Ainz's "glare" (which it wasn't really...). She then settled down quietly without complaint.

"Forgive me, Lord Ainz." She replied quietly, bowing respectfully.

Ainz inwardly sighed, ignoring the vampire for a moment. He then quickly turned his back attention on the two newcomers. Khorne still glaring at the man, obviously because the red berserker was still radiating annoyance while looking at the boy.

"Apologies for this unexpected meeting. My name is Ainz Ooal Gown..." He then motioned the ones behind him. "... these are my companions. May I ask who you may be?"

"Ah, sorry! My name is Zara Godwyn." The girl replied s cordially and bowed her head a bit before looking at the young man beside her.

"and this is idiot over here is-"

"Jordin Joestar!" He said proudly. "Pleasure to meet you!"

"...Im sorry what?"

"Jordin Joestar!" He said again, this time with an exaggerated pose... Jojo poses, if you dont know, go watch it.

"Son of Jolyne Joestar!"

"...Okay, now that is bullshit." Khorne deadpanned. "There's literally no way, you are a son of Jolyne. Some asshole like you couldn't be a child of hers. And the name should be Jordano, not Jordin."

The girl burst into laughter, while the boy just comically fell to his knees in despair, while an aura of depression radiates above him.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAH! HE SAW THROUGH YOU!"

"Damn it... I thought they wouldn't know!"

"Umm... What?" Khorne thought out loud.

"Oh, nothing..." The girl waved her hand dismissively. "It's just that this is the first time that you actually made him be like... this. Hehe." She motioned her hand to the now depressed Jordin on the ground.

"Oh, and his name is not Jordin Joestar. It's actually Jordin Mykel."

"...Fucking knew that boy ain't one of the real JoJo characters..." The berserker mumbled.

"...Ahem."

Ainz coughed into his bony hand. Feeling a little bit left out, he decided to call in their attention. Also, with the guardians and other NPCs feeling a bit pissed that they weren't giving any attention to their master, they thought it a great offense to him. But Ainz made sure that they wouldn't interfere again though.

"Oh, sorry." The girl said apologetically as she bowed her head. "Oi, get up you! You're making yourself look like an idiot."

The boy slowly got up, with his face now more stern than before... Except there are noticeable tears in both of his eyes. So basically, he kind of looked like he was about to cry with a strong face...

Is that possible? Crying with a stern face? Because I'm not sure about that... Maybe... Meh. Whatever.

"...May I ask, why are you here?" Ainz said in a serious tone.

Although he was quite thankful about the atmosphere recently because it just made him feel a bit relieved. It made him think about the similar antics of what his friends and comrades did in Ainz Ooal Gown that these two unknown humans did. He felt the happy nostalgia warm his undead heart just below the threshold of his emotion suppression, and for that alone he was thankful.

Meanwhile, the two looked at each other before Zara answered.

"To be honest, we're not entirely permitted to tell you the details of our mission, but to put it simply, we're on a mission to hunt down a dimensional-warped creature known as 'Yogg'. It was the one that you had brutally killed." She pointed at the severed, burnt head that was on a ground next to Khorne.

"What? This thing? This is a 'dimensional-warped creature'? Pretty sure this thing wasn't quite dimensional." Khorne said skeptically as he pointed at the head.

"Apparently that Yogg you encountered was injured and in a weakened state. And if you're asking about the one who injured that Yogg you killed, it was one of your friends from the past."

Now THAT detail made both Players turn at her, very surprised by the declaration.

"Friend of ours...? Who?" Ainz asked, barely able to stifle the excitement building in his chest at the prospect of another friend of his possibly being in this new world.

"Oh, that would be-! Eh?" Zara suddenly stopped, looking to the side before mumbling quietly.

This action would seem quite rude, but looking carefully she looked like talking to someone behind her or on a phone. Similar to how Ainz and the others would use the {Message} spell.

'Something's not right...' Khorne thought as he narrowed his eyes, before glancing at Ainz, apparently, he also thought the same.

The girl paused before looking straight at them with an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry Mr. Ainz, but I'm afraid I was told I cannot speak regarding that."

The servants felt a bit angry that the girl wouldn't comply with answering their master's question. Knowing this, Ainz glanced at them, making them shiver themselves a bit as if being glared at by their master.

"But, your friend can tell you about this whole..." She waved her hands around all directions. "...situation."

"... And which friend of ours would you be talking about?" Aniz said carefully, now feeling uneasy that these people somehow knew about them.

"Well... That would be-"

A {Gate} appeared in between both parties, interrupting Zara's sentence. Ainz's servants immediately, either kneeled or bowed at the familiar presence of one the Supreme Beings. Alcatraz stepped out, geared up in his main set, shouting and looking around frantically.

"Ainz! Where's the Yogg!?"

"How did you-?"

"No time! Where is it!?" He said really panicky. "You need to kill it!"

"Uhh... dude?" Khorne spoke up waving his hand. "It's done. We managed to kill the little shit."

"Who killed it!?"

"Me! Fuck man, calm down. What's made you so hyped up?" He asked, a bit surprised at his friend's flustered actions.

Alcatraz visibly calmed down and released a heavy sigh.

"Ah, good. Glad you did it." He brushed his hair once as he spoke.

"That would be your friend, Mr. Ainz." Zara pointed at him respectfully.

Alcatraz noticed them and then spoke casually. "Ah, you must be the Walkers Gman was talking about."

"'Gman?'" Jordin chuckled before bursting into laughter. "That's how you call boss?! HAHAHAHAHAHA! That is PERFECT!"

"I would be lying if that nickname wouldn't fit him." Zara smirked as she giggled at the slight nickname that this person gave to their boss.

"Ummm, Alcatraz-sama. Do you know them?" Aura asked, looking a bit confused at this development.

"Hehe. Not really, no. But, I do recognize them as our... let's just call them 'allies'." The undead chuckled as he replied.

"Soooo..." Jordin began. "Now that thing's been settled, can we leave? I mean, we got other things to do." He said a bit lazily, but truthfully they do have other things to do.

Before Ainz or any of them could object, Alcatraz gave them a thumbs up. "Sure. Be careful of stray bullets on your way out though."

The two Walkers chuckled, Jordin the most likely. "Ah, no worries. The place we're headin' to ain't got no stray bullets."

A green rift portal suddenly appeared behind them, and the two "Walkers" turned around and headed straight for the portal. Zara paused and turned around.

"Oh, and anything you need us to send for your son?"

"...Nothing at the moment. Thanks for the offer though." He said with a smile.

She nodded before disappearing into the green portal.

"..." Silence dominated them before one of the idiotic friends just broke it-

"Alcatraz-san..." Ainz said seriously.

He was honestly very fucking confused... Ditto for Khorne.

"Would you mind explaining this to us?"

'Ah, dear. This would complicate things further. Would you mind if I wiped their memories about this situation? I can do that you know.' The voice of "Gman", spoke suddenly in his head.

Alcatraz contemplated the potential consequences if he allowed the man to wipe their memories of this whole situation. Although, there might be chances of another Yogg coming into this world, and it would not be easy to deal with if he was the only one who knew what was going on.

'...Hey, I don't suppose you can stop time, aside from the 3 of us in this world? And for that memory wipe, I'm not gonna allow that.'

'Aaaah... Easily done, my well-spoken friend.'The voice of Gman said in amusement.

'Oh, so we're friends now huh?' Alcatraz replied mockingly.

Almost immediately from that reply, time stopped around the 3 players. Even Aura and Shalltear, who had been guarded against time-stopping had been affected by it, still frozen in time.

"What!?" The two exclaimed almost at the same time, panicked from the suddenly stopped time. "Are we being attacked?" Ainz looked around, equipped with a battle-stave in his hand.

"Is this a work of a Stand!? Can we hurt Stands!? How do we get Stands!?" Khorne yelled, doing his best to conjure some magic sense to see the Stands. Which in his attempts to do so failed.

*Note: Btw, he was screaming this legit, not intended as a joke. Just here to clear up a funny misunderstanding for yall... *

"Yo, guys. Chill." Alcatraz said calmly. "No one's attacking us, and everything's just fine."

"Alcatraz-san, what the hell is happening?" Ainz said stressfully.

"Are you betraying us you bastard!?" Khorne shouted. "Is this going to end up like you selling yourself to the Enclav-!"

"FUCK NO!" Alcatraz yelled, making Ainz and Khorne jump out of surprise from how loud his voice was. "Do you think this is going to be the same fucking thing I did to that BoSA organization? Do you fucking think, I would do that the same here, right now!? If I were to do that, I'd be fucking MAD 'bout somethin', and I'd do it wayyyy fucking sooner, and before you could even expect it!"

The two Players may know Alcatraz for a long time, Khorne the longest, but they've NEVER seen him this... angry. The undead took in several deep breaths. Even though he thought he didn't need to, being enraged would be the last thing he would have wanted to feel. And that is Khorne's or Orm's specialty.

"...Do not think, for one bloody moment, second, or any other time, that I'd fucking betray you guys right here, right now." He eyed his friends with an annoyed gaze. But the tone of his voice didn't go unheard.

'Unless... the circumstances changed drastically.' He thought grimly. "Now then, can I please explain to you, and help you understand, just what the fuck is going on. If you're still wondering still." He said with a tired sigh.

"And Ainz," He turned lazily, but apologetic look to him. "...I will explain to you about my "betrayal" that Khorne mentioned about."

Ainz nodded numbly, not wanting to witness a really angry personality coming from a silent but friendly comrade that he had known for a long time from the game... At least from there of course.

'Can you summon 3 chairs please?'

Almost instantly, 3 chairs materialized out of nowhere. They, except for Alcatraz obviously, were briefly surprised before they sat down. Of course, both curious and suspicious. Ainz the most since he is the most cautious of all of them. I mean, like seriously, he thinks, plans, and coordinates things. But sometimes, he's just plain paranoid. I mean, even the simplest of things can make you...

GET BACK TO THE FUCKING STORY YOU FAT, FUCKING LIL' SH-

Anyways, forming a circle, Ainz and Khorne first told their recent encounter from the mysterious creature. Mostly Khorne since he was the one fighting it. After telling him, Alcatraz was not really surprised, but concerned about the Yogg's power to pierce a high-level armor, even if it was injured.

(He had already known about the Yogg's capabilities from what Gman gave him.)

Alcatraz then tried his best to explain the things and the situation that just happened recently. And for the two of them... They are unrealistically not taking this to their belief of understanding.

Pitiful really...

Time-stop/timeskip about a few hours later. . .

"-Wait, wait, wait, hold up! So you're telling me, that those two people we met, from what I understand, are basically space-walkers?"

"Well, more like 'Dimensional Hoppers', though 'Walkers' can be used too." Alcatraz said nonchalantly.

"Yeah, and that there are other worlds, that we can literally go to?... Can we go to High School DxD?" He asked curiously.

"You know about that anime? I honestly didn't know you knew about that, only Nate knows about it... I think? But seriously, I have no freaking clue. Heh."

"We're getting off topic, Alcatraz-san. So when did you learn about this? How long have you been keeping this from us?" Ainz crossed his arms as if he was the interrogating them.

Alcatraz sighed heavily as he begun to explain the beginning part of when he had heard the "god-like" voice that just speaks in his head. Telling them that his son was in another world. A detail that REALLY surprised Ainz, since he didn't know he had a son, and that he is also with a friend and a former clan-mate, Orm Hakornasson.

And of course, not telling them about the conversation that he had with a multiversal entity that had somehow communicated him in some way. Seriously, you can only ask someone to accept so much within a short span of time.

"...I would find this unbelievable, but the evidence provided is more or less concrete. So, am I to assume we might be handling multiverse-monsters that may appear in this new world from now on?" Ainz bluntly asked.

Khorne tensed up. Hearing that statement, he hew he would potentially need stronger gear than before. Fighting that creature, now known as a "Yogg", was quite tricky and was VERY dangerous. He may have downgraded his equipment, but that still doesn't mean that these Yogg aren't capable of damaging him. The injured Yogg somehow bypassed his passive-regenerative abilities and pierced his anti-magic armor.

To put it simply, the [Revier Armor] was actually built only for speed and wasn't much for protection. He couldn't help but think that a fully powered Yogg, might've been able to take advantage of that and defeat him. Worse yet, they can literally fucking kill him.

But he calmed down the moment when Alcatraz told them that the only safe way to kill them was for 7 specific races; Human, Dwarf, Elf, Vampire, Werewolf, Angel, and Dragon.

"So Ainz cant kill a Yogg." Khorne noted.

"That's saddening." Ainz looked down as if nothing is important anymore.

"Meh, dont worry man! Just make sure not to use instant-death magic on them. You can hurt them, just dont kill them."

Ainz looked up, if he were to have flesh he would be giving a smile.

"Anyways, if the Yoggs are able to get into our world, I wouldn't be able to explain how, why, or where. But if it does happen, we just gotta wing it." Alcatraz deadpanned.

"Hahahaha, you're the dipshit that I know." Khorne smiled. "... But this still doesn't explain, just how the fuck, are we gonna deal with this whole situation now!" Khorne threw his arms outward, pointing at the still-frozen-in-time NPCs.

"And what are we suppose to tell them now!?" Khorne finished, clearly annoyed.

"I can rework their memories. That is, if you allow me to."

Other than Alcatraz, they almost jumped out of their seats. If it wasn't for Alcatraz mentioning the multiverse entity that just spoke out of nowhere now, they more than likely would have thought it as a {Message}.

"You can do that?" Ainz said, almost unsurprised from that because there is also a spell that can look into the minds and memories of a target.

"Oh, why yes, my favorite skellington. I can do that. Hehehe. And before you ask about the downsides, there are none. Literally, none. Though I would ask if I remove some of their memories, what should you do after?" The voice said in amusement.

Ok, now someone's bringing up the real questions. What should they tell the NPCs about this, and how will they manage to explain it?

"Oh well, we could just bullshit our way through as we did before. I mean, are we not following the same plan that the guy from Fire and Bo-"

"Khorne, do not finish that sentence or we will either get sued, which I doubt we will, or get flamed..." Alcatraz spoke darkly, which made the red-berserker nod carelessly. Even though he felt the shivers from that dark gaze. Alcatraz then shrugged casually.

"But yeah, point made. We could just bullshit our way through it. It's not like it's any different from what we usually do."

"Is there anything different on how we act when we're in their presence." Khorne sarcastically said.

"Yeah yeah, be a wise ass you red cry baby."

"Oh bitch please, try getting a taste from that fking 'Yogg' thing!"

"Oh yeah? Want to feel the taste of thousand bullet ants biting your dick?"

"Alright, enough!" Ainz exclaimed, stopping their little fight. "...Gman, or Gentleman, would you kindly remove their memory of what happened?"

"Whoa whoa whoa hold up a minute," Khorne spoke. "Ainz dude, are you sure you want them to not know about this!?" He flailed his hands around. "They might be able to learn and experience about this!"

"Yes, it would bring some disadvantage to us that they will forget what just happen with this encounter. But think carefully; if they were to know about this encounter with the 'Yogg' creature, they might doubt on what they see in us."

"Oh my days, is that what you're worried about!?" Khorne shouted.

"No," Alcatraz suddenly spoke up. "he has a point. I have a feeling on how the NPCs see or believe in us to an extent, but not on how Ainz sees it."

"What do you mean?" Ainz asked. Also getting Khorne's unnoticeable attention.

"Have Gman remove the recent encounter and along with the Yogg monster bastard. This world shouldn't have experienced any dimensional encounters yet, we are too unprepared for that. The multiverse has various amounts of dangers lurking, and even though Gman has only given permission to those who can enter and exit from this world."

"Oh yeah? Then how the hell did that Yogg get into our, wait sorry, this world then?" Khorne raised a brow.

"Actually I had forgotten to set up some wards in the world." The voice chuckled, if one were to hear carefully, it sounded nervous.

""". . ."""

If the one speaking was actually in present, the players would be given him a blank thousand-yard stare.

"Since when?" Ainz answered for them.

"Ever since about... an hour ago."

"...Are you fking kidding me?" With the 'thud' sound of Alcatraz facepalming.

Great, now they got a super-strong ass primordial deity powerful enough to warp reality and fantasy, but forgets about things? Damn great. . .

"So... We gonna continue this session or nah?"

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Andddd CLIFFHANGER RIGHT THERE BTCHES

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Anyways, I think this chapter is the longest I've done (not sure, too lazy to check)

By the way, I've receiving a slow activity of reviews, some of which telling me to re-edit the first (few) chapter(s) cause they are actually fking bad.

Ok, about that I got stupid reasons, and to which some of you may understand a bit.

First, its quite a fking work. I may be able to rework the damn chapters, but I cannot promise about that.

Second, I asked some people in the FF (To those I asked, you know what I'm saying) but they got some other projects or got something that needs most of their time other than re-editing an old chapter.

And thirdly, Im just lazy.

Just say... about 4 years later I'll reedit the shit.

And please, just please PM or review if there is any problems in the chapter and I can fix it.

And no, i do not really care much if this story is complicating the fuck out of everyone right now on what they think...

Hold up till the next chapter people

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