Hey guys! It is I, the Phoenix, back with another story idea that hit me out of left field!
The thing is, I started reading the Fox Tail CCC Manga in order to get a better idea of the characters of some of the Servants for Event Horizon, but realized that it would take at least a week to get through it all with the anount of time I had available.
And then in the meanwhile, I suddenly got this idea, for an Overlord and MHA fic where an MHA character, in is case, Izuku, goes to the New World as a part of Ainz Ooal Gown, which I don't think has ever been done.
Consider this a one-shot for now, but I will continue it if you guys want me to. Personaly, I like it, but it's really up to what you guys think. I tend to get random strokes of inspiration like this, and one out of ten times I post it and see what you guys think about it.
If this is successful, then I will probably replace The Stardust Crusade with this story, because I need to take it down to make some heavy edits to it.
Anyways, the only thing I ask is; PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTES AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER!
I usually explain the chapter itself and deal with some controversial story decisions there so that you, the readers, can understand it better.
That's all I can really think of saying right now. Tell me if you guys want me to make this an official story. I can make the time if necessary, even if I update rather slowly.
In fact, I can probably finish chapter two within a few days if you guys want me to make this story official.
Well, that's all I wanted to say, so without further ado, let us get on with the story!
Chapter 1 - Ainz Ooal Gown: Origin
The Throne Room was one of the most important Floors of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
It was, in terms of Number, Floor 10. It was rather simply what it's name suggested; A Throne Room, and a grand one at that, fit for a King among Kings.
However, to the people who constructed it, the members of the infamous Guild known as Ainz Ooal Gown, it was so much more than that.
The Throne Room was the last line of defense, and the Heart of the Tomb, of Nazarick, and of the Guild itself.
It had never been breached in the number of years since its creation, a proud testament of the terrifying prowess of its creators and the Tomb's defenses.
42 Banners, each emblazoned with a symbol, hung along the path leading up to the World Item, a massive throne of what appeared to be solid obsidian, reaching the ceiling itself, that stood at the forefront; the [Throne of Kings], one of the prizes awarded to the Guild as proof of their conquest of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
Each Banner represented one of the 42 members of Ainz Ooal Gown, comrades who had banded together to achieve great deeds that had been spoken of with awe and reverence by other Players of YGGDRASIL, who looked upon the Guild with a healthy dose of both envy and awe.
One of them, however, had been destroyed; a decision made by the Guild Leader himself, the Overlord Momonga, when he had changed his name to Ainz Ooal Gown, in the hopes that spreading the name far and wide would help his comrades, if they were present, locate him.
At that moment, Ainz was seated on the Throne, striking a rather imposing figure worthy of being called a King, though a King of the Undead as opposed to a King of the Living. He was a massive skeleton, wearing dark ornate robes edged with Violet and gold hues. He wore no other clothing, though he possessed a massive red orb that seemed to be embedded in his chest. His pupils were pinpricks of red light, and a dark halo appeared to be present behind his head.
One bony finger was placed on his chin as he remained, deep in thought, as the Overlord organized his thoughts as to the recent developments that had been taking place.
It had been two months since the DMMORPG known as YGGDRASIL had come to an end.
For Ainz, it was a true sign of the end of times. Already, the Guild had been in a state of decline, with most of its members quitting the game and surrendering their Items and other possessions to him. It broke his heart each and every time he was faced with the weary words of farewell from one of his dear friends, as it felt like a part of him, and a part of Ainz Ooal Gown as a whole, had been deleted along with their Avatars. He was angry that they would so casually throw away everything they had built together, but he couldn't blame them, as he knew he state of the World they were in, a World where one could only experience joy within the confines of the Virtual Plane.
Still, he had held onto the hope, even as the number of active Guild Members had begun dropping into the single digits, that Ainz Ooal Gown would rise once again, that they could relive those moments they had shared together and forge new ones.
That hope had been dashed when the end of YGGDRASIL had been announced.
It was then that he knew with absolute certainty that Ainz Ooal Gown was well and truly dead.
With a heavy heart, he had waited for the end, alongside a dear friend who had stuck with him through thick and thin.
He wanted to sear the memory of Ainz Ooal Gown, of all they had built, into his brain, one last time.
Then the timer had struck midnight.
And continued to tick afterwards.
Things had been a whirl from that point onwards, and also one of the most stressful times of his life, as not only did the entire Tomb of Nazarick, NPCs and all, come to life, but he had truly become his Avatar, the Overlord Momonga, side effects and all. Oh, and they were in a completely different World which possessed sentient life.
Honestly, without his [Emotional Supression] Racial Skill and his unofficial [Bullsh*tting] Skill, he might have been in a lot more trouble.
Still, that wasn't to say there hadn't been any complications.
The latest of those complications had been the reveal that there were people out there in the New World, as they had begun to refer to this new place as, with World Items in their possession. People that had proven themselves hostile, and therefore, a danger to Nazarick.
Unfortunately, the reveal had come after Shalltear had been brainwashed and driven against Nazarick by the use of said World Item. He had managed to defeat her, through use of superior tactics, and revived her afterwards, but his paranoia had been heightened.
He was ashamed to say it, but after easily decimating one of the Scriptures of the Slane Theocracy, and his own adventures of Momon, where he found everyone's power levels to be pathetically lacking, he had grown slightly complacent.
After judging the Levels of people like Gazeff Stronoff, he had foolishly thought that nobody could truly harm Nazarick.
And Shalltear had paid the price for his lack of foresight.
The event had truly been a slap in the face for him. Ainz resolved never to make that mistake again. No matter how weak the inhabitants of the New World might have seemed, there were still forces out there that could pose a threat to Nazarick.
After the debacle with Shalltear, things seemed to be flowing a little more smoothly. His own reputation as the adventurer Momon was on the rise, and only growing higher, while Solution and Sebas' infiltration of the Re-Estize Kingdom was going along fairly well. Cocyutus wasn't having any trouble with the recently-subjugated Lizardman Tribes, and Nazarick as a whole was functioning smoothly. Carne Village was doing well, and everything was stable.
However, he was still furious at himself for committing such a costly mistake. [Emotional Supression] usually dealt with his emotions, but in this case, the Skill was unable to properly nullify the sheer amount of self-loathing he felt for himself.
After all, his mistake could have had far more severe reprecussions than what he had gotten away with.
His anger was centered around the very first complication since the arrival of Nazarick and its inhabitants to the New World.
Or rather, the first casualty.
"I need to find a way to save him..." he muttered under his breath, his bony fist tightening around the armrest of the Throne.
"But how? Even the best healing magic Nazarick had at its disposal wasn't able to help... and with his World Item, my own are useless..."
"My Lord? Is something the matter?" asked the beautiful woman that stood respectfully at attention before the Throne. She was a slender, eye-catching woman with white horns, black hair, and dark, feathered wings.
Her name was Albedo, one of the NPCs of Nazarick, although Ainz supposed he really couldn't refer to them as NPCs after they had gained sentience. Albedo was a Succubus, and the Guardian Overseer of Nazarick, tasked with protecting the Throne Room alongside the Pleiades Battle Maids in case of an invasion.
She was also madly in love with him.
Admittedly, this was caused due to a rather embarrassing action on his part, as he had made a small modification to her programming before YGGDRASIL had ended.
Now he was paying for that clear mistake as well, because it was only his [Emotional Supression] that had saved him from the horny Succubus since their entry into the New World.
What he should have altered was her behavioral traits, because she would have been much more easy to get along with if she had been more in line with her appearance in terms of personality.
As they say, hindsight was 20/20.
Still, he decided to answer her question instead of just waving it off as he usually did. The inhabitants of Nazarick were loyal to a fanatical degree, and they usually took every single action or word of his way too seriously, which led to misunderstandings and trouble that usually resulted in a headache, a mess he had to clean up, and paperwork. For that reason, he tended to be cautious about what he spoke to them about.
However, he was getting desperate, and any advice would be beneficial in some way, no matter where it came from, though he had to be discreet about asking anything because the former NPCs believed he knew everything.
And that was the most stressful thing of all; the lack of someone to truly confide in and be himself for a while.
"Nothing new, Albedo." he said with a sigh, his now deep, nearly baritone voice ringing out. "I'm merely worried about Izuku's condition. There is still no change?"
Albedo's smile fell off her face, a flicker of burning fury running across her visage before settling into a barely restrained, more neutral expression that was still filled with the worry he felt in his own heart.
"No, My Lord." she said neutrally, though Ainz was still able to pick up on the emotions hidden in her tone. "Lord Midoriya still remains in his coma. There has been no change."
Izuku Midoriya. Guild Member, or as was the current case, Supreme Being Number 42.
Ainz's eyes flicked upwards to see his Flag, emerald green with traces of black and purple around the edges and the symbol of a stylized bird, a raven etched on it.
A constant companion, and a light in those darkening times as Ainz Ooal Gown began its decline.
Currently, he was stuck in a coma, as he had been ever since Nazarick had been brought to the New World.
Ainz's frustration mainly stemmed from the fact that he was unable to help his best friend, who had been a positive influence not only on himself, but on the Guild as a whole, and had stayed with him till the bitter end, as the last remaining member of Ainz Ooal Gown alongside himself.
He had a theory of course, regarding the cause of Izuku's condition, though it was one that he didn't want to consider; what if he had been the only one to be transported to the New World? What if Izuku's Avatar had been disconnected from the human operating it?
It was entirely possible that Izuku had been logged out, just as the server shutdown was meant to do, leaving his Avatar behind.
That was a frightening thought, because Ainz did not want to be alone, as selfish as that seemed, and for another, more practical reason.
While the ex-NPCs had proven themselves to be extremely loyal, fanatically so, Ainz couldn't help but worry that they still might turn against him for whatever reason. The scenarios weren't too hard to imagine; for example, if he slipped up and revealed that he was actually clueless 99% of the time, the inhabitants of Nazarick would probably deem him an imposter taking the place of the true Ainz and try to kill him. Or someone could use a World Item, like what happened with Shalltear.
Even at his full power he could not defeat all of them at once, and if Rubedo took to the battlefield, he would most definitely die.
However, if Izuku was there to back him up, he was far more confident in his chances; Izuku was one of the strongest Players in the entire game, being able to even defeat Touch Me at full power, and his unique Job Class, [Symbol of Peace], gave him Skills that granted a massive advantage against those with negative Karma values, which was basically everyone in Nazarick except Sebas and Theresa.
Plus, he was a physical fighter, not to mention a keen strategist who had steered them towards many a victory, such as their reclamation of the Seven Hidden Mines, which were now spatially connected to Nazarick like the Treasury, and thankfully still operational.
Still, the two of them together would be an unstoppable team, and he was much more confident in his chances against adversity with the green-haired boy having his back.
Although Ainz had to admit to himself that the chances of the inhabitants of Nazarick rebelling against him was astronomically low. Of course, the possibility was always going to be there, like in the few scenarios he had thought up of, but their actions after the Arrival to the New World cemented it in his mind that the odds of such a mutiny happening were almost zero.
As soon as they had arrived in the New World, Izuku had collapsed immediately, though he had been fine only seconds prior.
The former NPCs reacted even faster than he did. While he had been about to call out the younger boy's name, the Pleiades had immediately formed a circle around him, shielding him from harm, while Sebas monitored his condition and Albedo immediately summoned her weapon and armor, taking a protective stance against any possible invaders.
He had been amazed to see it happen, not only because the NPCs had just come to life, acting like real people, but also due to the irrefutable proof of their incredible devotion to their Supreme Beings, the Players of Ainz Ooal Gown.
Of course, this often caused more harm than good, as he had found out later on, but Ainz had to admit that their loyalty was by no means fabricated.
Still, right after that, he had Izuku's comatose form moved to his personal chambers on the Ninth Floor, where he was guarded faithfully by the Pleiades, or at least, those who were not out on their own missions, alongside Theresa Apocalypse, the NPC Izuku had created himself, who was the Floor Guardian in power there.
One might have thought that it was overkill, as the Pleiades themselves were fairly strong, not to mention Theresa was one of the most powerful Entities in Nazarick, able to contend with the likes of Albedo and Sebas, but Ainz was taking no chances with his safety, especially because there was a large chance that they could no longer respawn like they used to on YGGDRASIL. Shalltear was an NPC of Nazarick, which was why he could revive her, but that wouldn't apply to himself or Izuku.
They had only one life, and he wasn't going to risk his friend's very existence. Which was exactly why his paranoia was at an all time high, because there was an unknown enemy out there with access to a World Item capable of brainwashing, which meant there were probably more in their possession, and they could be used to strike at Izuku in his weakened state.
All he could do at this point was hope that Izuku would wake up on his own, and keep Nazarick in a state of high alert until he could nail down just who and what they were up against.
And if they were in any way responsible for his friend's condition...
Ainz's pupils flared up like a bonfire, as his [Despair Aura III] activated for a moment, causing a dark aura to erupt around his very being, reacting to his momentary spike in fury.
They would be sorry...
His grip slackened as his [Emotional Supression] kicked in, reducing his anger to smoldering embers and making his thoughts much clearer.
He swore on the very Guild whose name he had taken, that he would do everything in his power to save his friend.
But first, he had to deal with a more immediate problem; paperwork.
Why the Great Tomb of Nazarick even needed paperwork was still quite frankly beyond him, but after everyone came to life, and the Game Settings simply weren't enough to manage everything, it was the only efficient way to administrate what was essentially a City-State, if not a small Nation.
Thankfully, he needed neither sleep nor food, and no longer got exhausted mentally, he could dig right in, even if it left him horribly bored.
Oh well. At least it would give him more time to think things over, and hopefully gain some insight regarding the problems that needed solving.
Albedo waited calmly near the Throne even after her beloved Lord Ainz used the [Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown] to teleport, presumably to his public chambers.
She shook her head to clear her mind, having been momentarily stunned when her Lord flared his Aura.
She had her duties to attend to, and as a faithful servant of Lord Ainz, she would not shirk them, and even to the smallest degree.
However, first, she had another matter to tend to, although that was arguably part of her duties as well.
It was, additionally, a fairly personal matter, although practically any being in Nazarick could attest to the same, with a particular few having the highest claim.
She activated her own Ring, which her Beloved had gifted her, and vanished in a flash of light, reappearing on the Ninth Floor.
The light faded, and she smiled as she saw Nazarick busy at work, as always. The Ninth Floor of Nazarick, also known as the Royal Suite, housed the living quarters of the NPCs and the Supreme Beings alike, along with various facilities such as the Dining Halls, the salons, the Baths, etc.
The Homunculus Maids that made up most of Nazarick's domestic work force could always be seen moving around, carrying out their duties with the same rigor and devotion as all of Nazarick's inhabitants.
Of course it made her proud to view such a thing, as it meant that every soul within Nazarick's walls had unparalleled devotion to the Supreme Beings, and as such, worked to the utmost of their ability, as to please their Lord.
She nodded to the Maids nearby who bowed in deference, before entering into the section of the Ninth Floor which housed the Supreme Beings' personal quarters.
Normally, she might have gone to her Beloved's Room, but she would have to do that later, because her current task was far more important.
She gently opened the door to the room directly adjacent to Lord Ainz's, entering with barely a sound, exchanging greetings with Yuri Alpha of the Pleiades, who was standing guard outside the room next to said door.
Her eyes momentarily fixed on the unmoving form of the Youngest Supreme Being before she was addressed by the room's only other occupant.
"Oh, Lady Albedo!" chirped a cheerful voice, drawing her attention. "Come to see Father?"
She looked to the side of the bed to see Theresa Apocalypse, Floor Guardian of the Ninth Floor, waving cheerfully at her.
"Of course. I won't be long though, Theresa."
"Mou~ I told you to call me Teriri!" replied the far too hyper Floor Guardian.
At first glance, one might have mistaken her for Shalltear's twin sister, but the difference between Theresa and that overgrown lamprey was like Heaven and Hell.
They admittedly had a similar style of dress and similar builds, even sharing the same hair color, but that was where the similarities came to an end.
She had the physique of a twelve year old child, with waist-length white hair kept in a low, and more mature, side ponytail along with deep blue eyes. She wore a frilly white dress that seemed in line with the age she appeared to be, and dainty shoes.
She had an angelic aura, probably because she was a type of Angel, and a beautiful face that really lent credence to her claim of being the World's Cutest Valkyrie, even if there was no one else to contend with her.
Make no mistake; despite her cutesy appearance, Theresa was one of the strongest beings in Nazarick, and Albedo could say without hesitation that if they were to fight, the shorter Guardian would win 9 out of 10 times.
Of course, nothing less could be expected from one created by a Supreme Being who was known all throughout the Tomb for his great feats on the battlefield, and especially his eye for tactics, which had been inherited by the Floor Guardian.
"You should conduct yourself in a manner more befitting of a Floor Guardian of Nazarick." she scolded, though not unkindly, and sighed when the other girl stuck her tongue out at her.
Honestly, even Aura was less childish than she was sometimes.
"Never mind. There is still no change in Lord Izuku's condition?" she asked, and Theresa's smile dropped off her face, her mood sinking like a stone, as she turned back to her creator's comatose form.
Even in his fallen state, he radiated a magnificent Aura that could only belong to a Supreme Being. If Lord Ainz' Aura was the crushing despair of the darkest of nights, Lord Izuku's Aura was the shining light of the Sun, the assurance that everything would be okay.
In terms of age, he looked to be in his teens, with green hair and a face that could captivate others with its timeless and innocent beauty, a firm reminder that Theresa took after her creator in many ways.
He had firm, well defined muscles complemented his physique, proof of his capabilities as a peerless warrior, although his features seemed almost delicate.
Truly, the Supreme Beings were most amazing indeed.
"No." said Theresa glumly, slumping over. "Father remains in his slumber. Nothing I do will wake him up."
Albedo's eyes softened, and she hugged the other Guardian.
It was hard to see the normally cheerful Guardian in that state, but Albedo couldn't blame her, especially when her creator's life was on the line.
Theresa and Pandora's Actor were targets of envy for many of the NPCs in Nazarick for one main reason; their Creators were the only Supreme Beings to remain behind with them until the very end, while the other 40 had abandoned them.
While all of their loyalty to her beloved Ainz was unquestionable, it was a known fact that the NPCs tended to have a special connection to their Makers, the ones who had established their existences and shaped their forms using Arts of Creation only the Supreme Beings could possibly comprehend and learn.
The Supreme Beings were above even Gods to Nazarick, but to their direct Creations, they were also parents, which was a far more intimate bond than the norm.
Albedo knew that if Theresa was ever forced to choose between Lord Midoriya and Lord Ainz, she would follow her Father each and every time without question.
Not that things would ever come to that. The Supreme Beings were far too omniscient to fight amongst themselves, after all. Especially Lord Ainz and Lord Izuku, who were extremely close, even among the Supreme Beings.
It was also due to the bond between Theresa and her Creator that she was taking the news of his current condition much worse than anyone else in Nazarick. The joy of her Father staying with her was offset by the terrifying fear she felt at the thought that he may pass away, especially since his condition was no doubt connected to the transmigration of the Tomb, meaning it was due to the fact that he stayed behind with them that he was now unresponsive.
Albedo herself could barely restrain her fury at the sight of a Supreme Being brought to such a state, especially on their watch.
She wasn't the only one though; all of Nazarick had been in an uproar since it had happened. For the first few days since their arrival in the New World, the inhabitants of the Tomb had been baying for the blood of whoever had dared to attack one of the Supreme Beings, a sentiment she whole-heartedly agreed with.
Only when Lord Ainz had forcibly calmed them down, citing that they had to act with caution due to the fact that there were beings out there capable of harming even the strongest amongst them, did everyone finally settle down, though they remained worried for the sake of their Youngest Supreme Being, a beloved figure throughout the Tomb.
All of the NPCs had memories of his kindness to them, from the Maids to even the likes of Demiurge and her own sisters, and as such, fervently hoped he would get better soon, so that they could see his bright smile illuminate the Great Tomb of Nazarick once more.
Even Albedo herself and her sisters saw him as a Father, as he had assisted Lord Tabula in their creation, spent time with them even when Lord Tabula didn't deign to, and had worked closely with him in many other projects, such as the creation of the Hall of Records, which was where the deeds of the Supreme Beings were enshrined for all eternity.
But none of that could compare to Theresa's own feelings, especially because she was Nazarick's resident expert in healing magic, and was still unable to do anything to help Lord Midoriya, a critical blow to her pride and confidence.
"Don't be afraid." she said gently, with a warm tone reserved only for her beloved Lord Ainz and her dear sisters. "Lord Izuku will awaken on his own. He is a Supreme Being, a higher existence. He will return to you, and to Nazarick, of his own volition."
That was the faith they all had. The faith that had been proven true and just time and time again. The faith that was engraved in their hearts.
And as if on cue, Lord Midoriya's eyes snapped open, revealing orbs of shining emerald, as if responding to the plea of his loyal followers.
He'd always heard of people being at 'the lowest point in their lives', but he had never truly understood what that phrase meant.
Now he did, because he had reached the lowest point of his own life.
"Pro Heroes are always having to risk their lives. Some Villains simply cannot be defeated without a Quirk..."
Those words, echoing through his head, only increased the numbness he felt.
"So no, I honestly don't think you can become a Hero without a Quirk."
He'd heard those words a million times before, delivered from people ranging from the mailman to his middle school teachers. It had always hurt hearing that, but not as much as the unbearable agony he felt at that moment.
"It's not bad to have a dream, young man. Just... make sure your dreams are realistic and attainable, you understand?"
Because they came from the mouth of the man who had inspired him to become a Hero.
He flipped idly through his notebook, though his mind had practically shut down already. His eyes registered the pictures of Kamui Woods and Mount Lady, but neither his heart not his mind were in it.
"You always knew, didn't you..." he said to himself despondently. "You just tried to delude yourself, to ignore reality..."
And that was the gist of it.
Nothing had been easy for him, his entire life, simply because he wasn't born with a superpower like everyone else.
He was looked at like a Monster, a lesser being, and the general consensus was that it was okay to beat him up, abuse him both mentally and emotionally, and destroy any attempt of his to attain happiness, simply because of the way he was born.
He was lucky enough to get parents who cared for him, but that was about where his luck ended.
But did that really matter anymore? His whole life, he had been hoping for only one thing; acknowledgement. Even if he never actually managed to become a Hero, he would have been content if someone had actually believed he could do it in the first place.
What a fool he was. Where did he get off to, deluding himself like that?
No wonder Kaachan was always so pissed at him whenever he brought up his dream; it was stupid and delusional, as even All Might had attested to, even if he said it in a much more polite way.
Why did he even bother? It was clear that his delusions weren't strong enough to affect his unfortunate reality; if that fact wasn't blatantly obvious by that point, then nothing was.
The fact of the matter was that he was Quirkless. And that meant he was a lesser being, incapable of anything, born to be put down by those with power, who suffered no consequences for their actions. That was what society believed, from the smallest child to the great All Might himself.
So deeply absorbed in his increasingly self-destructive thoughts, he barely noticed that he had arrived in an unfamiliar new location.
The sound of an explosion drew him out of his thoughts, and his eyes were drawn to the scene of the crime, where an all too familiar Villain had an all too familiar Bully in his grasp.
The eyes of the Victim and the Mighty met, as for a moment, their roles were reversed.
And Izuku Midoriya's body moved on its own.
He felt like he was immersed in water, dimly surrounded on all sides by an all-encompassing pressure he couldn't quite perceive.
He felt like he had been fast asleep, but yet, he began to stir, awakened by a dream of a time long past.
That memory...
It was clear, despite being one from many years ago. The memory of the choice he had made, the choice that had stolen everything from him, and at the same time, that had given him the chance to rebuild his life with a clean slate.
But it was strange that he would remember that incident so... randomly.
He hadn't thought about Kaachan, about the life he had used to lead, meaningless and dour, in a very long time.
Not since... he had awakened on YGGDRASIL, and had joined the Guild made up of the first true friends he had ever made, the Guild they all worked tirelessly to propel to the heights of greatness and infamy.
Ainz Ooal Gown.
That name... it meant so much to him, more than anything else. It filled him with a sense of pride, a sense of accomplishment, like nothing he had ever felt before.
The Symbol of the new life he had made for himself, starting again from scratch.
The collective Name of his new family.
Even with his dampened awareness, he had nothing but fond memories. Memories of great battles, of grand celebrations, of epic conquests, and of the people who made it all possible.
41 names echoed through his mind, each one associated with different memories and emotions.
But it was the last one that meant the most to him.
Momonga.
Guild Leader, Friend, Teacher, Brother. All things he had never possessed in his earlier life.
The person he had stood beside even as certain death approached him as YGGDRASIL, and along with it, his own existence, came to an end.
He had accepted it with grace. After all, he should have died at the hands of the Sludge Villain a long time ago, instead of becoming some sort of digital ghost masquerading as a Player. As far as he was concerned, even though he was scared of the end, he had no regrets anymore if he was meant to die at that moment.
In those 4 years he spent in YGGDRASIL, he had achieved everything he had ever wanted to achieve, although in a manner he hadn't quite imagined.
But strangely enough, he wasn't dead.
Even though his thoughts seemed murky and his senses were dulled, he could still feel his consciousness, meaning he hadn't been deleted, at least not yet.
Strange.
But if there was one thing Izuku Midoriya had learned over the past few years, it was that things became much easier to understand and process if one just went with the flow.
So when he felt a tug on the corner of his mind, he latched onto it, and allowed it to pull him into the realm of the living once more.
And then he opened his eyes, and was promptly assaulted by all sorts of sensory information.
On YGGDRASIL, his sense of touch, smell, and taste had all been dulled considerably, though not to the same degree as the 'normal' Players, who didn't have the last two at all.
So the fact they were back meant that he was no longer in YGGDRASIL, or that something incredibly weird had happened.
Or both.
And were his senses always this sharp? He distinctly remembered being Quirkless, and having average abilities across the board, and that included the five senses.
But now? He was able to smell the faintest scent of mint in the air, and was able to hear the sound of his own breathing even as the air collected in his lungs, which was kind of scary.
His mind still felt sluggish, though far more lucid than it had been before he had woken up, and he had enough of his mental processing abilities to realize that he was in his own private room on Nazarick's Ninth Floor, which was almost the size of his entire home back in Mustafu.
He remembered the furniture he had picked out himself, though he did not remember his bedsheets feeling so crisp and soft to the touch.
He could almost drown in how fluffy his surroundings were, but the sound of a gasp drew him back to reality as he pushed himself up gently.
"F-father?" asked a shaky voice, causing all of his brain cells to kick into high gear immediately.
He was too young to be a father! Just what had happened to him?!
His eyes met the deep blues of another, and he was momentarily stunned.
He knew that face, though he distinctly remembered it having a much lower capacity for emotional display than it was currently showing, with unshed tears glistening at the corner of the owner's eyes.
"Theresa?" he asked, confused, his thoughts running at an accelerated pace.
Yes, that face belonged to Theresa Apocalypse, the NPC he had created with some help from Tabula.
But... she was alive. Not like before, but actually sentient.
The tone of her voice, her tearful expression; none of it was fake.
Just what was going on?
The last thing he remembered was speaking to HeroHero one last time and staying with Momonga in the Throne Room as the YGGDRASIL Servers shut down for good, looking over everything they had created alongside the Guild.
But clearly, that wasn't the case anymore, because there were simply too many irregularities, from what he could already tell.
Something was going on, and he needed to shake off the cobwebs on his mind and figure out what it was.
But first...
He reached out and placed a hand on her head, rubbing it gently, transmitting a gentle reassurance through his actions.
While his now-sentient digital daughter (and didn't that come with some heavy baggage) leaned into his touch, burying her head in his chest and sobbing, his eyes drifted over to the second figure, who was kneeling, though he could feel the joy radiating from her posture.
"Albedo?"
So she was sentient too? No, not just them, Izuku realized, but there was a high chance that the entirety of Nazarick had become sentient as well.
He was only starting to broach the implications of what that meant, as a triumphant-sounding Guardian Overseer spoke jubilantly.
"It brings us nothing less than the utmost happiness to see that you have recovered from your comatose state, My Lord!" she crowed, her eyes shining with a religious fervor that caused him to go speechless with surprise from its sheer intensity.
"Hail to the Great One, The 42nd Supreme Being of Ainz Ooal Gown, Lord Izuku Midoriya!"
'Um, What?'
And as such, with the awakening of The Hero from his slumber, began the Tale of what remained of Ainz Ooal Gown, and their adventures in a new World, which could only tremble before their might.
Aaaand that's all, folks! This is the basic premise of my latest story, an MHA and Overlord crossover called 'A Supreme Hero'. Admittedly, it's not the greatest of titles, but I really couldn't think of anything else.
So, to summarize;
- Izuku is the 42nd Supreme Being of Nazarick.
- After dying in the sludge Villain attack, he ended up on YGGDRASIL as a type of digital ghost, eventually meeting Momonga and then the rest of the Guild.
- The events of Season 1 and the first few episodes of season 2 from the anime, or until Volume 4 in the LNs, have already passed, mostly because I don't want to waste your time by writing the same events over and over again like basically every other Overlord story, and because apart from the thing with the Lizardmen and maybe the situation with the Swords of Darkness, I don't think Izuku would have really done anything different.
- During this time, Izuku has remained in a coma, which he fell into when the servers shut down and his data was altered by the magic that transmitted Nazarick to the New World. While the NPCs gained sentience, Izuku was already a sentient mind to begin with, which led to a few complications.
- Ainz and Izuku are basically as close as All Might and Izuku were in canon, if not even closer, due to Izuku having known him for almost half a decade.
- Izuku has considerable influence over the Inhabitants of Nazarick, as he is the most popular of the Supreme Beings, even if Ainz was the most feared and respected, something that will be elaborated on in the future, and I have already sprinkled hints of it in this chapter itself. He is also very cute, a natural cinammon roll as always, and they all want to protect his smile, by murdering and ripping part anyone who even looks at him funny.
- Thanks to the point above, Nazarick was able to reclaim the Seven Hidden Mines, and the Hal of Records was created on the Ninth Floor.
- The goal of this story is basically the same as the canon material, except that it is up to Izuku to function as the morality pet for the whole of Nazarick, and keep them all in line.
- Izuku does have an NPC he created himself, as mentioned. I felt like it was necessary because all the Supreme Beings have some sort of NPC creation of their own, and because it seems like a necessity in a story like this one. The NPC in question is Theresa Apocalypse, based on the character of the same name, personality, and appearance of the character from Honkai Impact 3. I suck at making OCs, which is my main flaw as a writer, so I tend to feature characters from other, lesser known franchises in their place. In this case, Theresa was a good fit for many obvious reasons, which will be elaborated more if the story continues. Plus it is a shoutout to Honkai Impact, which is an amazing game, with probably the kindest gacha system you'll ever see. For those of you who are wondering, her Battlesuit is Celestial Hymn, and her Weapon is (at the moment) the 11th Leitourgia. She also has another two Battlesuits and related weapons, one for Black Ops missions and once for when she needs to hold back, but those will be revealed later. Honkai Impact players can probably guess what they are though. I have plans for her, so stay tuned. Just like in Honkai Impact, she's also a total daddy's girl. And of course Izuku dotes on her.
- Pairing options are honestly up in the air, but I can say with confidence that it will most definitely not include Albedo or Shaltear. Or Theresa, because that would be wrong. It's honestly up to you guys, though I was considering Evileye and Lakyus from the New World and maybe someone from the Pleiades. I never really make my fics for the sole purpose of shipping, so I tend not to think these things out.
That's honestly it for the summary of what the premise is, but there's one more thing to note down; the Builds, one of the most important parts of any Overlord character. I will be including both the Builds for Izuku and for Theresa, below;
Name: Izuku Midoriya
Racial Levels: (Total: 35)
Heroic Spirit: 15
Enherjar: 10
Enherjar Lord: 5
Odin's Chosen: 5
Job Levels: (Total: 65)
Ki Master (Physical): 15
Ki Master (Spiritual): 15
Striker: 10
Single Blow: 10
Martial God: 5
World Guardian (Asgard): 5
Symbol of Peace: 5
Karma: +500 (Highest- Extreme Good)
Ability Chart:
HP: 100
MP: 30
PHY. ATK: 100/EXCEED
PHY. DEF: 90
AGILITY: 90/EXCEED
MAG. ATK: 20
MAG. DEF: 90
RESIST: 90
SPECIAL: 90/EXCEED
So basically, since I was having Izuku be a mage in my Dendrogram crosover, I had him be a physical fighter here, a twist on his canon fighting style. I'll be honest with you here; Magic Casters are way too overrated in Overlord. Remember that Touch Me was the strongest in the Guild, and he was a physical fighter. More of his unique aspects, such as his Racial Class and his Symbol of Peace Job Class, will be explained later if the story continues. Also, EXCEED indicates that the Stat goes to undefined levels under the effect of a certain Skill.
And I think you might see that Izuku has a Norse them going on for his Racial Class, which was why I had his NPC be a VALKYRIE, and view him as a father.
Oh yeah, and I AM aware that Enherjar is canonically just a special Skill that Shalltear has, but I found it odd that a game based heavily on Norse Mythology didn't have that or Valkyrie as Racial Classes, so I took a few liberties. Honestly, it doesn't affect anyone other than Shalltear, so it's not really that big of a deal. Just think of it as a butterfly effect from Izuku joining YGGDRASIL.
Theresa's Build is below;
Name: Theresa Apocalypse
Duty: Guardian of the 9th Floor
Creator: Izuku Midoriya
Appearance: Theresa Apocalypse (Honkai Impact 3rd)
Racial Levels: (Total: 30)
Angel: 15
Valkyrie: 10
Brunhilde: 5
Job Levels: (Total: 70)
Paladin: 15
Elementalist (Holy): 15
Holy Knight: 10
Blessed Caster: 10
High Priestess: 10
Valkyrie (Lance): 5
Knight of Valhalla: 5
Karma: +200 (Lawful Good)
Ability Chart:
HP: 90
MP: 80
PHY. ATK: 90
PHY. DEF: 80
AGILITY: 70
MAG. ATK: 90
MAG. DEF: 80
RESIST: 80
SPECIAL: 90
As you can see, Theresa is sort of an antithesis to Shalltear, having similar but slightly better Stats and many opposite Jobs, with a few extra ones thrown in. She's extremely strong, focused on using light magic to a devastating degree, but also with a good deal of focus on healing and support.
I've Separated Vakyrie into a Racial Class and a Job Class Series, as you can see.
And with that, my work for today is done.
Stay safe all of you, even though I probably won't be, because my college might be reopening soon.
Tell me if you want this story to continue, and any suggestions if you have them.
Spatialphoenix here, burning to ashes.