Disclaimer: I do not own Overlord just like it

This is officially where I wanted this story to start, but thank you for the dozens of views I received for the first chapter. After this chapter I intend to watch I'm A Spider Now So What English subbed and then rewatch it English dubbed. Thank you.

I_I_I_I

It was a peacefully tranquil day at Carne Village. There wasn't even a forest beast stymie to stop Nfirea from picking herbs, Enri from slicing a round portion of meat from a big red bull, even the birds were perching on the bald heads of Nonisu and Nobura and all their goblin kin.

Today was perfect—it would be the day Hynrich would be acquiescing from stableman to a new resident of the village. He sauntered through the road, nothing on his body other than a white muscle shirt and brown fur belt shorts, a basket in his hand, and a cheerful face.

'Everyone is in their own indolence.' Hynrich thought, the pursed lips over his sharp fangs from thinking was palpable. 'Everyone is mingling with humans to help Lord Dack and Ainz...so can I.'

Hynrich reached the big wooden door hewed with pillars of long logs fortified to have the top look like a spear. Most of this waiting he didn't hear a stir on the other side of the door, but he knew there were goblins all around him.

Then—stout goblins with unfettered vigor came out, bows pulled back focusing their arrows on him.

"We don't want to harm you but we will open fire if you don't tell us who you are and what you're doing here." A goblin with a long scar running skewed across his face said.

While Hynrich pondered a way to sound sincere without blustering to the goblins, he heard a few murmurs about his physical form.

"He's too big to be one of our tribe and his skin is too kelly green. He doesn't look like a hobgoblin, Bugbear nor is he a Boggard. Have you ever heard of a tribe with goblins like him?"

His fellow goblin shook his head. It seemed everywhere Hynrich turned there were goblins shaking their dark green necks. Hynrich raised his hand with the basket to speak.

"I'm not your enemy—"

"You're not an ally—not to us or with Ms. Enri." The scarred goblin lambasted.

Hynrich contemplated what would make them listen. He spoke the first idea that came out his mouth. "I was summoned by the gods of our luminescent green world to find this numen Enri...so she could show me a more ordain path."

The scarred goblin hesitantly lowered his bow. It was like a part of him wanted to believe the newcomer, but this was all murky to him. When he at last slung his bow behind his back, he turned to the watchtower.

"Open up! We're coming in with another hefty load."

The doors opened slowly as Hynrich felt a little blithely actually being able to sneak in. When the gates were open he saw a multitude of goblins—red cloaks, wolf riders, soldiers, strategist, mage's, dark mages—but also humans and dwarves alongside a few to a cluster of them. Soon he was approached by the scarred warrior and a young human girl with goldilocks ponytail and crimson eyes, she dressed in a multicolor everyday tattered dress. Her smile was small, weak when she approached Hynrich but it broadened.

"Welcome to Carne Village. My name is Enri—"

"And she's the chief here so you better watch your manners with her whether I'm around or not!" The scarred goblin exclaimed.

Hynrich blinked before he kneeled and placed a hand on his shoulders.

"Greetings. My name is Hynrich, and I would like to maintain your stables here."

Enri didn't quite understand, her face perspirating with sweat while her goblin righthand did some silent pondering on the visitor.

"The only real wildlife we have here are dogs and though they are smart too, ogres. I don't think we really need a stableman."

Hynrich smirked while his face was concealed looking down. As per usual his lord predicted this would happen and had a good line for it.

"Let me stay one day and I will reward you with some order in your fine village."

Hynrich was acting ostensibly as a stableman, actually a spy. He was preamble enough trying to get this job he really didn't want. Finally, he was led away from the center of the village where he was taken to a stable. This stable had wolves and two horses with blankets on their backs and only two women comforting some of the wolves that appeared downtrodden.

"We mainly use these horses for carrying the carriage with supplies out. Our wolves though appear to have caught some kind of ailment new to our doctors."

Hynrich could think of a way to broach this idea on curing them.

"I'll need sour green oranges, a bit of your nuts, and to be alone to extract a bodily part of mine."

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Dack sauntered through the halls passing many homunculus maids on his way by; some even smiled at him. He relished this moment. Today he would talk to Ainz Ooal Gown—both as a man who enjoyed processed foods and One Punch Man and as a fellow guild leader.

He opened his door to a room without any lights just a king-size bed with lavish sheets and purple amethyst painted walls.

Finally, someone talked behind him. Their voice resounding in the quaint room. "I can only think of one reason Lord Ainz called you here..." The person spoke derisively. "To tell you to stop sending your acolytes into parts of this world he already has claims to."

Dack realized instantly the person behind him was the Overseer Albedo. As always she wore that abaya white dress with spider appendages and insignia but her yellow eyes were luminescent in this pitch black room. Dack's affluence kept him coming back for more of her contempt and loathing. He really wanted to cheer her up just like with the NPCs that became his Guardians.

And at last Ainz appeared—teleported in and touched Albedo's shoulder. That frown on her face was flitting; now she had a bashful grin like an unpopular girl in school being asked to the prom by some popular boy.

"Can you give us a moment alone, Albedo?"

Albedo cooed at his command, but bristled at the faux smile and regardful wave from Dack.

"Certainly, beloved."

Now Ainz bristled being called that, tingling in his non-existent nose when her gray wings tickled his face. She left the room and Dack wasted no time talking to him.

"Do you feel cold? Hot? Do you shiver? Feet like your skin is clammy? When was the last time you wiggled something?"

'Dude, I can't tell you how much I miss that.' Suzuki thought begrudgingly.

"What is your point?"

"My point is I still feel those things because my Avatar isn't an immortal being or undead...same gist. Even your most ardent allies cannot help with the boredom you must feel. I've buoyed you up a little haven't I?"

Although Ainz was not much for showing what he was thinking what he said really resonated with him.

"You're an amalgamation of what Yggdrasil used to be: a fun place where friends could go on adventurers, talk, and just have fun in their lives." He said slightly complimenting with a singe of sarcasm. "If there's nothing else I'm needed in the Kingdom—"

Before Ainz could take one step, he was presented with an item. It was a conical shaped purple item with a long string out its sharp point and two golden people figures joined hands on the string side while their clenched other hands and one foot were away from the string. It looked like a pyrotechnical device.

"A present." Dack said, his smile just as wryly to Ainz as Demiurge's was to him. "Rare—says so on the screen when you use Appraisal. Why don't you try appraising it, too."

Ainz's fingers glowed luminescent in the opaque blackness while he thoroughly waved it around the item. Once he had all the information on the item—a lot of scrolling to look through—he spoke aloud upon this discovery.

"You've found a Modified Total Maniac...a very rare item that can switch two players Avatars into the others...in Layman's terms a body swapping relic."

Dack smiled while the idea brought into Ainz's head made his body glow green.

"I can have magic that can go off like a napalm and you can be roguishly handsome with quick reflex—"

"As intriguing as it may be, I'm on a mission of my own right now. Stay here and stay out of trouble."

With that Ainz teleported out of the room.

Dack was left to speak in cynical riddles.

"He believes I'm telling this as an evil ploy, but his mission is nefarious."

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After members of the village asked around and found the ingredients Hynrich needed, he found himself working in the hut fuming with nasty odors that was Nfirea Bareare's, the goblin size pharmacist working on his own potions while Hynrich constructed a medicine of his own.

It started off as just random fruits smashed until they were just flat, then he added his own medicine and all the ingredients burbled a smell from reacting with his medicine. It was a strong smell but this place was so pungent he doubt the young alchemist could notice. But for a boy with disheveled bangs covering his eyes, he was good at noticing things.

"What do you have there?" He asked.

Before he could answer the boy hopped off his stool and ran to the table. Although Hynrich was the one who encroach himself inside Nifirea's workshop that didn't give him the right to be so close.

"Just some medicine I learned from my tribe." Hynrich lied, following Dack's orders to use his "tribe" whenever someone asked about his aptitude for medicine and his high grade equipment. "It will help remove viruses and worms inside the wolves and horses so they can eat and rest without any pain stopping them from resting."

"Can you modify it to work on humans?"

"No. It only works for a specific breed of animals. We make it for wolves because if we ever, ever need to get somewhere...they will carry us without delay."

Hynrich could make one for humans but he felt it would be so pointless it was profligate wistfully. He pulled out five vials from a hole opening and poured the medicine inside the vials.

"Thank you for letting me use your workshop."

Without further delay, he left carrying all five vials in his conjoined hands; looked like a chicken nest.

He lugged the five vials all the way back to the stables where a trimmed red haired girl with skin wheat pigmentated. Her arms were limber while her palms had calluses but she still used them to feed a wolf, something that made Hynrich grumpy.

"Why don't you just pour their oats down a well...it would be less wasteful."

She turned to him, stared, "What did you say—"

Hynrich wasted no time tossing a vial to her like a ball. She caught it with her hand smeared with saliva from letting a wolf eat off it.

"Give each animal only one of that, a fifteen minute rest and then feed them all the carved meat you want."

Brita didn't like the way he undermined her concern of these animals, she stood up with her hands on her hips, raised one hand to let him know who was in charge at the stables...then she saw him tentatively stroke a wolf, blink over a dozen times in a minute for some reason before letting the wolf suck on the vial like a baby suckling on a teat.

This moment was interrupted by the child hobgoblin Agu.

"What race of goblin are you?!" He yelled with his little hands in fists emphasizing how much that answer meant to him.

"Hobgoblin; stronger but not better than normal goblins."

Agu furrowed his eyebrows and opened his mouth to show his small fang. He then pinched the skin in his right arm. "Your not a hobgoblin—I am a hobgoblin."

"Yes, but skin of a goblin doesn't change what kind of goblin you are."

Agu was in disbelief but didn't question Hynrich anymore. He just watched him as he used his last four vials to nurture the two wolves and two horses in the stables. No sooner did he finish did Enri appear with that sweet smile of hers; so sweet it could give a goblin like Hynrich rotten teeth.

"Hynrich...can I ask you and Brita to rig yourself to dangerous forest areas to pick up some flowers Nfirea needs...and some fruit we need?"