I'm sorry everyone, but this is only a chapter for an announcement and to put some content in here are more omakes.

Overlord Lounge - Reunions and Rewrite

The two undead Players walked around the orange void. They had began to explore this strange void they were in, but so far Nothing but the few pieces of furniture belonging to the lounge were the only objects in this void that felt even stranger to both of them. It was as if time was moving, yet at the same time it was as if it was not. A timeless existence without any sort of idea for the Concept of past and future. Just existence in the present.

"Nothing's here." Minas commented.

"I see that." Momonga sighed. 'Great. We have been walking around for who knows how long and we could neither find a way out nor find anything at all. It's as if this place simply didn't want us to leave at all.' Momonga mentally sighed. 'Why do I feel like this is going to give me a major headache later once I'm back in Nazarick. Though I may as well stay here as long as THAT incident with Albedo doesn't happen again.' The Overlord of Death thought remembering a rather unpleasant incident in his Office involving him and the succubus.

"Momonga, I'm sorry." Minas suddenly said.

"Huh? What for?" The overlord asked confused. He saw the reaper shaking and his hands balling into fists.

"I really had hoped… that we could find a way back... But now we just found Nothing... Because of me, we just wasted our time... I'm sorry Momonga." It was then that the chibi version of the reaper actually cried big round tears that somehow ran down the rim of his hood before falling down.

"Hey, hey! Wait a minute, sure you did suggest to explore this place, but I still came along willingly. It's not like you forced me to do anything." Momonga quickly tried to pacify the situation. 'Oh great. Was Minas really blaming himself now? Right, he is just half as old as I am, but he appears to be still a child at heart.'

"Still... I guess it can't be changed right now. How about we go back to the Living room and look at more alternative versions of ourselves? Who knows Maybe theres a Version were we get annihilated without ever Standing a real Chance for a change." The reaper suggested. The Overlord chuckled dryly.

"Don't underestimate me or Nazarick. The name Ainz Ooal Gown doesn't know the word defeat." Momonga said proudly. However when he was met with a rather deadpanned look from the reaper, he couldn't help but feel like he just said something stupid. "What is it?

"You just said it now, didn't you? So actually you know the word and its meaning." Minas pointed out.

"Yes, but actually no... I think…" Momonga thought as literally a small black cloud formed over his head, lighting up now and then as the sound of thunder was emitted from it every now and then. That was not unnoticed by either undead player as a smile found its way on the reaper's face.

"Don't worry about it. You could say…" Minas began as Momonga glared at the hooded ghost-type undead.

"Minas don't you dare." He warned, but the reaper ignored him.

"Your choice of words is just really flashy."

"MINAS THAT WAS HORRIBLE!?" The Overlord screamed in anger as literally tiny bolts of Lightning came out the tiny cloud, bouncing off Momonga's head.

"Hehe… I know. My puns ain't the same anymore in this space. Well I still got room for improvement." The reaper continued while Momonga looked blankly at him.

"...I'll just teleport back without you and leave you here." That got Minas attention as he laughed.

"Hahaha! I'm sorry! Just couldn't help it and got nothing better to do, you know?"

'Somehow I'm doubting that you are actually sorry.' Momonga thought as he simply casted the spell. "[Widen Magic: Teleportation]."

In a flash of light the two players were back at the living room like space. And immediately they knew something was wrong. The TV was on, the cushions of the couch were piled on one spot as if someone just had taken them for oneself and the fact that someone had put their feet on the table was more than obvious thanks to stains on them. Also there was the unmistakeable presence of something strong nearby.

Both undead immediately were on high alert with the reaper having his scythe ready and Momonga with the Staff of Nazarick at hand. One might think that was a bit extreme, but given that the New World wasn't exactly the most welcoming place for undead like themselves and basically every sentient being feared them for a good reason since all naturally occuring undead like those on Katze Plains did kill people for no reason and mostly lack sentience all together, being confronted with an unknown, powerful and very likely hostile force put both players back to the old days of the game, where any player could get away with killing them for any reason. (Including the lack of a reason.)

"Any idea where they are?" Momonga asked in his deep voice he had practiced to be the supreme being the NPCs of Nazarick made him out to be.

"Two of them and nearby. Just need to..." In the next moment, something grabbed the reaper by the foot and threw him up into the air. "What the-"

"Wha-!" Momonga's outcry was the last thing the reaper heard when suddenly the entire world was dyed in a strange pinkish color. It was as if the entire vision was engulfed in a thick liquid substance as it drowned all the noises and senses. The same was the case for Momonga as the overlord found himself floating in a blob of pink jelly-like substance, while being lifted off the ground.

'I-Is this how it ends?' The undead ruler couldn't help but think, when suddenly the substance and himself crashed to the ground where the jelly splashed open like a water baloon. It was still dripping down from his bones and his cloak was soaked with it as he was getting on his feet again.

"Momonga-nii?"

"Momonga-san?" A pair of familiar yet distant voice asked as the skeletal undead lifted his head and looked at a sight he had not expected.

Before him was a birdman with gold-brown and white feathers with a golden mask on his face and four wings on the back and next to it was a blob of pinkish flesh. The undead ruler was speechless. His bones shook slightly as his surpression of emotions was not enough to actually calm down this feeling that arose every time it was put down again. Before his stood two familiar people that he had not seen for so long that it was almost as if his mind was playing games with him.

But deep down he knew it. He knew that it was real. Not the avataras he had made and that never looked like the actual friends he had, but more like a series of caricatures of them in the treasury were standing before him. Instead, These were the real living things. The sibling duo of Ainz Ooal Gown.

"Perorocino? Bukubukuchagama?" Momonga's voice almost broke as he said those names, as if fearing that as soon as he said those names he'd get some negative response from it. But instead both Peroroncino and Bukubukuchagama barreled right into the already grounded overlord and landed in a heap on the ground as the two other members of Ainz Ooal Gown basically hugged the living hell out of their guildmaster.

"Momonga!" The slime basically cried out in joy as she lifted the skeleton and her brother up on her own (quite funny since she is the smallest of the three of them). "Oh my god! I'm so happy to see you again! You'd not believe what all happened!" Momonga couldn't help but laugh as he finally returned the hug.

"Guys. You really are here. But how? How did you end up here?"

"To be honest, we got no idea." Peroroncino said. "We found that weird letter and when we opened it we were here. It's still good to see you again. Sorry for attacking you though." In that moment, the slime dropped both Peroroncino and Momonga.

"Oh right! Sorry Momonga-nii. We didn't know who it was so the old habits got the better of us. Please forgive me." Bukubukuchagama said in a high pitched voice as the birdman cringed in physical pain.

"AGH! Not her voice! Stop it sis! Stop it!" He cried out only to get punched by a tentacle of his older sister in the guts, knocking the air out of his lungs.

"Shut up! Maybe if there were more requests for a good and cute voice actress like myself, you'd appreciate my work more than me speaking for the little girls you're lusting after in your H-games!"

"YOUR VOICE IS LITERALLY KILLING MY MOOD FOR THEM!?"

*WHACK*

"OW!"

As Momonga watched the siblings bicker like children, pulling on each other's cheeks (or feathers in a certain someone's case) or throwing a punch at their younger brother, the guildmaster couldn't help but be brought back to the old days when it came out that Bukubukuchagama voiced on of Peroroncino's favorite H-game characters, which made said birdman so mad that he brought it up as an issue during a guild meeting.

It ended with Peroroncino being shouted at by Yamaiko while most of the male members of the guild simply stayed out of it as no one except the birdman having such a perverse mind. Also most made a mental note to never buy the game with their fellow guild member as the voice actress as that would be downright weird.

'Good to know that some things never change… Huh?' The sound of dripping made Momonga look up as his jaws almost fell down.

"Uhm… guys? I think you should release Minas-san." Perorocino and Bukubukuchagama stopped their fight as they saw what he meant. Floating in midair was the reaper, still encased in that blob of pink good as his soul literally started to float out of his hood in an almost comical manner.

"MINAS IS DEAD!"

"YOU'RE NOT HUMAN!"

*WHACK*

"OW!"

The wind blows harshly across the land as sand and dust was sent flying into the air by the wheels of a large armored car. On 6 wheels the truck sized vehicle rolled over the sand with high speed as the sun harshly burnt down on the dried up and barren ground. The armored vehicle looked like it had been modified by a novice. While the main body of an armored military transporter was compact and robust, several additions apparently made out of junk had been added to it.

Most of them were made out of the remains of steel fences and barbed wires, while most of it was simply beaten and forged into shape, making the original components unable to be identified. On top of the vehicle was a small cage where a single demon sat, holding a microphone to his mouth all while looking outside into the Wilderness around them as it rushed past them.

"The world had changed so easily. Not only did we found ourselves in a past version of our past on Earth, but also surrounded by so many players competing for the right to rule. One might think of it as stupid. And honestly, I got no idea what drove them. We were back in the past. No pollution poisoning the water. No smog covering the skies. It was the same sun, the same sky and the same planet. So why did the fight break out? I don't know anymore. It feels like an eternity has passed since then and I can't remember the days before the battle anymore.

While some outsiders such as myself were staying out of the fights, fights between guilds and dungeons brought mankind to their knees, destroyed landscapes and brought nothing but ruin as whatever the fights were about turned to nation scale wars against one another. And the native human population, basically our own ancestors couldn't even do the tiniest thing to defend themselves. Even the most advanced weapons were pretty much ineffective as we could predict their next moves easily and counter them. It's almost comically to think back to that time whenever they tried to launch a nuclear warhead one would simply use [Gate] and let it fall through it right into their own capital cities.

In the end, there were only two paths left for mankind when the realization came too late. Extinction or submission.

It was no surprise that most civilians still in their right minds chose the later. No idea what happened to them afterwards.

To be honest, I don't want to think about it even. The fact that some of those demi-human guilds basically were based on tribal nature and offbrand anime is enough to flip my stomach upside down.

After some time the battle cooled down. People began to realize what they had done and that their actions had consequences they probably didn't even wanted to have. If I'd have been a historian, I'd have called this area the Guild Wars and they were finally going to be over.

But it wasn't over.
Some people just wanted to see the world burn in their newfound powers and wouldn't stop until all was either under their feet or burnt into ashes. Some idiots tried to play god and now this planet is even more of a mess than before. Well, not for the sakes of corruption and nations fighting each other, but people forgot to stop manipulating the weather somehow or that there are some major consequences when you mess with that. The entire planet is now like this. Extreme conditions where there should be none. Deserts where once had been forests. Floods creating swamps in once urban regions. Heck I think there was even some freezing winter wonderland in the Death Valley now. Can't say for sure though. Haven't been there in ages.

Still, that's not the worst part of everything. To be honest all the other shit we players did pull off on the planet were basically a bad joke compared to that. Because it was basically the punishment we brought upon ourselves.

Someone told their NPCs about their past as humans. About their true nature as nothing, but mindless puppets made out of virtual data. You can probably understand the reaction. The revelation and the feeling of betrayal as well as being hurt to be called like that. And from one to another the message spread across the world. You can probably just take a look outside and tell that most NPCs didn't exactly took that kindly.

We didn't know at first. Nothing could have prepared us for what came. Without a warning, all the NPCs turned on the players, including their own makers of all things. Those that were killed in their sleep probably were the lucky ones when I think about it now. With themselves being the only 'true' superior ones due to being born like this and no unexpected uplifting, they claimed their right to rule through bloodshed.

Those that managed to flee are hunted. Basically what we are now. They are the hunters now and we are the game. The gods that created them were dethroned and pulleddown from our heights in the heavens. Not even the strongest of us could have taken on entire dungeons worth of enemies that we have made so powerful that no one would invade us when they turned against us.

The NPCs turned even on players that were outsiders and newcomers that came here on this world after the apocalypse. And now they are running this world. Basically banded together like we players used to. Took whatever they wanted like we used to. And changing the world in their image... Just like we used to. Free from their shackles of loyalty, they are now the dominant force on thise world. As an outsider, I can't really say how the guild players must have felt like when their own creations came to kill them. When the once overzealously worshipping subordinates came to end them. Still, I just can't help but wonder if there had been anything, anything at all, that we could have done to prevent this from happening?

I may as well have become mad just like this mad world I'm now living in." Scyron said as he pressed a button and the recording stopped. Sighing to himself, he put the record away. With the loss of most technology following the collapsing of the old world order and the lack of bright minds to recreate things, players were mostly relying on scavenging old materials when they were not busy hiding or running from their former Hunting dogs they had chained down for long enough.

A lid opened on the roof of the vehicle next to him and a familiar skeleton looked up at the devil.

"Are you done recording?" Momonga asked somewhat impatient.

"Yeah and if something would have come for us I'd have told you already." The devil said resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

"I don't get why you make these records in the first place. It's not like they'd actually listen to that once they are done with us." Momonga said.

"True, but perhaps it's just something I like to do. You need a hobby to stay sane in this world gone mad." Scyron shrugged. Momonga didn't say anything in response. "We shouldn't be too far from the camp now, aren't we?"

"It will still take a bit more to get to the border and another half hour one to get there." Momonga said. Another moment of silence followed.

"You don't sound so happy about getting home. Did you get in trouble with the others of your guild again?" Scyron asked. Another silence followed.

It was no real surprise. Some players didn't take it too well when their own creations turned on them to form the new world order. Especially Bukubukuchagama and Peroroncino were hit hard by the betrayal by Aura, Mare and Shalltear. If it hadn't been for Sebas Tian actually still being on their side, the members of Ainz Ooal Gown probably wouldn't even have made it out of Nazarick alive.

Since then the destroyed world outside was their new home.

The thoughts and memories of the betrayal were cut off by a rumbling down shaking the dried up landscape. Suddenly a massive creature erupted from the ground. Its circular mouth with razor sharp teeth jutting outwards alone was large enough to swallow a small house while a long body was pulled out of the Ground alongside it. Its head turned towards the truck as it roared and burrowed itself into the ground again, but followed the vehicle.

"Yup. A giant canyon worm is now following us on 6 o'clock." Scyron said.

"STOP COMMENTING IT AND START SHOOTING!" The skeletal undead shouted before suddenly turning the car in a sharp curve to the right over as multiple metallic objects hit the ground. "Oh you go to be kidding me." The undead muttered. In the sky above them, several large birds with metallic feathers had appeared and now circled around them truck like vultures as it tried to Escape the massive worm behind it.

"Stymphalian birds... Great. Remind me to not roast the guy who brought those Monsters into this world when we find them." Scyron shouted as he fired several [Dragon Lightning] at the metallic birds. Stymphalian birds were part of the legend of Heracles. Pets of the Greek Goddess of the hunt Artemis and pests to man as they fired their metallic sword-like feathers at humans and were capable of destroying crops and people alike. Another problem was their fast reproduction rate, making them spread quite fast around the world. For the normal humans, these metallic birds were a plague incarnate, though for YGGDRASIL Players they were but a minor annoyance as mid-level monsters.

That however didn't make them any less aggressive and annoying. Due to their metallic bodies, electricity was the best way to deal with them, turning them in midair into conductors. But while the devil was busy fighting the swarm of birds, the worm made itself notable again by erupting right behind the car from the ground. Its thundering roar rolled over the landscape as Momonga tore the wheel around again and narrowly avoiding ending as worm food, while Scyron was almost thrown off the car if it had not been for the cage.

"Okay that's it. Now I'm pissed." Scyron shouted as he fired more lightning spells into the birds, before he opened the roof of the cage and spread his 6 wings, flying out. Shooting past the falling carcasses of dead stymphalian birds, the archdevil flew after the armored vehicle he protected. He saw how the ground shook behind the construct as it drove further away. Then the ground stopped shaking. There was silence.

In the next moment, the ground beneath the car caved in and the worm erupted from beneath. That was what the devil had waited for. Grabbing the car and throwing it out of the worms maw, Momonga kept driving as he watched in the mirror how the worm closed its teeth around the devil. Then there was smoke coming out of the creature. A loud whale-like sound echoed across the fields, before an explosion akin to a miniature sun tore the canyon worm apart from the inside out leaving nothing of the head but a smoking stump.

Momonga kept driving when suddenly from above a certain devil covered in black ashes and carbon black dropped onto the backseat. The scent of ashes clung to the devil like a parasite.

"Having fun yet?" Momonga asked almost joking. This time the devil said nothing. Silently, they kept driving. The dry ground was replaced with more fertile one and after Crossing a small plain they arrived at the edge of a very humid swamp. The car would have no problem with that. It was meant for that sort of enviroments after all. Sometimes the two would look around and see a monster vanishing in the treeline, knowing that they knew better than to attack the players by now. After all, if it hadn't been for them, those creatures would never have invaded all the ecosystems of the world and flipped the biosphere of the planet upside down. To be honset, once "normal" species like regular crocodiles, bears, sharks and other local apex predators have long since made way for these new beings to stand on top of the foodchain.

Then the devil broke the silence.

"You know it's funny, dont you think?" Scyron said.

"What do you mean?" The overlord asked.

"We destroyed the world, populated it with monsters, changed the climate, got overthrown by our own creations and now we are hiding in a jungle. You know, because mankinds ancestors only became upright standing when the rainforests declined and were replaced by grasslands. Now it's basically the other way around." Scyron said.

"I can't really call that funny at all." The skeleton said.

"Well see it like this. We endup just how we started because we couldn't learn from our own mistakes. Just like whatever beast tamer sent those things after us again." The devil said as the smile vanished from his face. "They are coming closer. We either have to evacuate or face them. You know that." Scyron said.

Momonga didn't reply. But he knew what the devil meant. Stymphalian birds prefered humid areas like marshes and the coastlines of large bodies of water. For them to appear in such arid regions with that canyon worm, another mid-level monster, though much bigger than in the game through a change of diet or magical influence, oonly meant one thing: Someone had tasked those creatures with attacking them. And a feeling of dread told the guildmaster of Nazarick, that he knew who this someone was.

Later the sun had set in the desert and a pair of short figures inspected the carcasses of the killed monsters.

"Nee-san. Maybe we should... have brought some more forces with us..."

"Be quiet Mare." The dark elf beast tamer NPC said as she ran her hand over the scorched black remains of the fallen canyon worm. "It took such a long time to raise it to this size, but it wasn't much stronger than a regular one. Demiurge won't be so happy about this." She sighed as she looked at Mare. A soft blue light was emitted from the tomboyish elf boy as the traces of the vehicle became visible in the otherwise barren ground. Following the tracks with their eyes, Aura and Mare knew they would need to report this.

Aura whistled once as one of her dragons, a gift from the surpreme ones... no, the deceivers had bestowed them to work more efficiently, came down as the twins flew back to Nazarick. They didn't know who it was that killed their experimental worm, but it was without a doubt a being of massive power, rivaling their own. Therefore, they had no choice but to report that as a possible indicator of player activity and the tracks in the ground only enhanced that assumption.

Tonight the two of them would have a lot of work to do.

"So it's a Angr* *lb*rt kind of post-apocalyptic setting. Looks interesting." Minas said as he was having a bag of ice on his head for whatever reason and a band-aid on his shoulder. "Though Scyron's exposition of our NPCs turning on us and using us as hunting game is pretty scary. Imagine that would actually happen."

"Yeah...scary…" Momonga said lookng away. He didn't need to remember the time Albedo almost reverse raped him. Bukubukuchagama and Peroroncino simply stared at the screen eating Popcorn as the movie kept playing.

Much later

Peroroncino was sitting on the ground crying and shaking as Momonga, Minas and Bukubukuchagama look at the birdman player with literally question marks hovering over their heads. It was more than unusual to see their feathered friend in such a state of sadness as he was more like the type of person to be make jokes and laugh at life itself when he wasn't busy being a pervert.

A super pervert one might add.

A super pervert that made even the most perverse person look somewhat decent.

A per... I think you get the picture.

"Buku-chan, what's wrong with Pero?" Minas asked.

"Seeing them like that somehow weirds me out more than Neuronist Painkill." Momonga added. The pinkish slime sighed at this.

"He just found out that he will not be given a harem nor will he get into a world where he can get a harem." Bukubukuchagama told the two undead players, while Perorocino cried out much harder by the subject being spoken out loud. The two undead sweatdropped at this.

"Are you serious right now?" Momonga asked.

"I get that he is a pervert…" Minas thought loud.

"That's an understatement." Bukubukuchagama cut in.

"But is that really what is eating him up right now?" Momonga asked. Perorocino then turned around as one could see streams of anime tears flowing down from beneath his mask as it ran down his cheeks and beak, while snot oozed out the birdman's nostrils.

"Of course it is!" The eagle-like birdman cried out. "This is so unfair! Of all the worlds that are there, the author tells us that I won't get into a world were I get a harem!" Banging his fist against the Ground like a child throwing a tantrum, Perorocino kept weeping as the sight before the other players could only be called pitiful. Or annoying in the case of the birdman player's older sister.

"The woman that would be willing to stay with you must be really desperate." Bukubukuchagama said, rubbing salt on the open wound. It was no secret that Perorocino's sexual desires and his race were quite contradicting each other. On one hand, Perorocino had almost every possible fetish as the creator of Shalltear Bloodfallen. No matter what it was, as long as Perorocino saw himself having sex with an attractive girl, he was fine with it. Of course, his perversion also had some boundaries as he was not into more… hardcore things. Plus he also didn't lust over every single female he saw.

However on the other hand, he was quite literally a humanoid bird. No matter how one looked at it, his appearance was by his own human standards simply not appealing. Sure there were the NPCs of Nazarick, who were completely devoted to their makers in every way, which would even go as far as actually bearing their maker's children. But for someone like Perorocino that was not enough. He finally had a healthy superior body over that of the human one he had shed like a pupa and longed spread his wings like a butterfly to spread his 'influence'.

Yet, he was basically still a virgin as after some serious talk with his sister, Bukubukuchagama had made very clear that Pero would never EVER dare to force himself on a woman unless he wanted his most precious body part be gone forever.

To be honest, despite their obvious lack of said body part, even Momonga and Minas felt afraid of their slime friend in the moment they heard about that.

Still apparently the threat of not only impotence but also dying from bloodloss didn't stop Pero from throwing a tantrum like a child being denied its favorite toy… which in some sense was actually the case.

"You guys don't understand." Pero said as he pointed towards the ceiling. "For all our lives we have been fed fantasies of the most lustful Encounters in the most fantastic settings. Elf Girls. Halfling girls. Dwarf girls. Fairy girls. Monster Girls. Hell even Girls based on Things like guns in that game Ch*cks B*ttl*fr*nt or ships in D**p Bl** S** R**te! And now these fantasies should be reality!" He pulled his hand down and clutched it into a fist as his hand shook alongside his Body. It seemed like a flaming aura manifested around the birdman.

"Wh- What's going on?" Momonga asked.

"C-Could it be... the passive skill [*ndr*'s Wr*th]?" Minas asked somewhat fearfully, while Buku simply looked at her brother with a deadpan look, which meant quite something given that she had no face or eyes to begin with.

"AND YET!" Perorocino continued completely ignoring the two undead. "None of this has become reality! I cannot accept this! I must go out into the otside world, chase this goal and turn my lifelong dream into reality!" He said.

"HE'S SUPRISINGLY CONVINCED ABOUT THIS!?" Minas and Momonga shout out in unison, while Perorocino extends his Hand towards the other two undead.

"Now come my brothers! Let us venture into unknown regions, do the impossible and-"

*SMACK*

"GAH!" Peroroncino was halted in his doing as Bukubukuchagama simply hit him with a paperfan over the head. The chibi birdman now rubbed a big bump on his head. Wherever that fan came from was a mystery. "Oi onee-san! Don't interrupt my awesome speech like that!"

"AWESOME SPEECH MY ASS!?" Bukubukuchagama shouted back as her body literally towered over her younger brother by stretching itself upwards, making it look as if a tsunami of pink slime was about to crash into the birdman. "You spout nonsense the whole day like that and call it awesome! Don't screw with me you dimwitted pervert!"

"Uh sorry if I interrupt." Minas said meekly as Buku turned around to face the reaper. "But what did this author say in reality?"

"Oh right. We didn't give you two the message yet." Buku then handed over an envelope to Momonga and Minas as the Overlord of Death began to read.

"Dear cast of Reaper of the New World
I'm sorry to tell you this in such a way, but your Story will be rewritten as a whole.

While some of the original setting will remain the same, most of it will be changed as well as relationships between characters as I came to realize my past misunderstandings and lack of knowledge about Overlord. I simply am no longer content with what I have built back then and will now aim to make it better for myself.

Also, only your story is affected by this change. All other stories in relation with Overlord such as Chthonian Infernalis, Entomophobia and Reign Supreme will not be changed.

Thus prepare to be Thanos'd.

Farewell,
D. O."

The two undead stare at the piece of parchment for a few more seconds as the reaper couldn't take it anymore.

"OOOOH NOOOO!" He cries out in panic.

"Minas. Minas calm down!" Momonga tried to calm the younger undead down as his emotional surpression completely failed.

"How am I supposed to be calm when-"

*SLAP*

Momonga did the only logical thing in that moment as he hit the reaper right across the face, making him shut up.

"Thanks Momonga." The reaper said.

"No problem. Now calm down. It says the story will be rewritten from the start by the author's volution. I don't think he will just dust you or anything." Momonga said patting the reaper on the back.

"It's still a scary thought though." Bukubukuchagama chipped in.

{Buku-chan, you're not helping.} Minas whined right into the slimes mind with [Message]. The slime wanted to apologize, but then she found something on the letter that put a nonexistent smile on her even more nonexistent lips.

"Oh, there is something for Peroroncino as well." She said out loud.

"Huh? Really? What does it say?" The birdman asked as he grabbed the letter and began flying over the text with his eyes until he reached the bottom.

"PS: A great amount of ecchi anime will not be included in future stories to prevent Pero from having a harem. Such as-" Immediately before he could read the next lines, the birdman in question threw the letter on the ground with all his level 100 avatar's might. Which was basically just the same as someone throwing down a sheet of paper as it fluttered to the ground.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The birdman screamed as he fell on his knees powerless, while the two undead had no idea what was going on and his sister Bukubukuchagama was laughing evilly at her brother's misery-

Perorocino learned on that day what kind of worlds did not exist in their multiverse and therefore what kind of ecchi characters he might know from games in his original life, but will never meet in person.

He would never reach that truth.

Because to avoid copyright issues, I have changed existing franchises names and censored them with *s, because I found it funny to imagine words being censored by that noise during the reading process. However anyone could easily puzzle them together to get what I did put references in from.

Hi guys. You might know this is my favorite and most ambitous story that I ever made. But like just Momonga read it out loud for Minas in this omake, I will completely rewrite this story and put it under another hiatus with all the stuff I got to do. I did not make this decision easily. The opposite is case. This story really means a lot to me as a person as well as a reminder of how I used to be 3 years ago when I was not in university yet.

Unfortunately, one of my OC's more dominant trait, Minas' sense for justice and what is good and bad is basically the only part I did put into him as some form of self insert, allowing myself to immerse myself easier into the franchise and write down the next chapter. However, this sense of justice has been lost to me now. The more I think about it, the more I realize how much I have changed as a person and I don't exactly like what I have become.

Surely I still value justice a lot and think that crimes should be punished as well as certain actions should never be committed, however back then I was more of a naive idealist, who was unaware of the darkness in the world. Now I'm older and see things more clearly. There are no simple answers to complicate questions like one would imagine as a naive child. An apology isn't always going to cut it. And it is unfortunately true, that one cannot save everyone as actions come with consequences. Sometimes more severe than we can even begin to fathom at the very beginning.

Back when I created Minas' concept, my goal was not to create a hero, but a person who persuades justice. Basically I did create a Gary Stu like I probably have with Hitoshi Mori in my other story as well. To be honest, I'm not that proud of that fact. What I'm proud of however is this story and how far it has come from basically the very first story I was hoping to write until its very end with a plot that was decided from the moment of its creation.

But now... Im just no longer the person that wrote the concepts of this story, its characters and plot. And I want to it to be a bit more consistent and fun to read. If I now kept pressing the issue with force, we would only end up with forcefully made chapters that would not only be very good, but also be rather awkward to read.

So with that I hereby announce this story to be under complete reconstruction until I have managed to rewrite the entire thing and then hopefully be able to upload in fixed intervals instead of going into hiatus for months and years. Seriously, that's probably the most embarrassing part of this.

My goals for this rewrite are the following things:

- uploads in fixed intervals

- consistent story telling with equally long chapters

- better character writing and better character development

- no forcing of the plot to go into a certain direction to improve the reading experience

Also I only now managed to write this down is because my exams are over and whether I passed or not is for my docents to decide so I can't do anything about it right now. So while I now have some time az my hands once more at last, I still won't be able to update every story at once. My grandmother's condition suddenly became worse. She's now in a hospital and is taken care of, but right now this will certainly stir things up in my family and thus I might not have that much time at my hands. I'll try my best, but I'll not promise anything as right now I can't tell how things will develop right now.

I thank all of you for reading up until this point. I hope you enjoyed the little omake I made and like always leave your opinions in the reviews alongside your suggestions. I hope I'll see you next time when this story is rewritten. I'm not giving up on this story and you hopefully don't do as well.

With that, have a nice day and see you next time.