I own nothing, this is a Fanfiction inspired by Jamalfrommicrosoft's Return of the 41 which in itself is a fanfiction of overlord. I suck at writing so this one should demonstrate absolute desprespertation, so first up this takes place after volume 14 so read volume one to volume fourteen. then read them again, cuz I am really bad. Then go read Return of the 41. Wow, still here well if you skip this then you have probably reached the end of the internet. So let's get started.

The smog was particularly thick this day. Fugi Sato, often seen as a beacon of justice to his friends and family and those that he saved, but to those that disagreed with him perhaps the biggest pain. He went into a coughing fit; not even the department could spare a filter strong enough to protect him from this toxic air, despite his recent hero status being imprinted on a rather high official. Not that he cared, it was not status that Fugi cared for, it was justice, after all it is common sense to help those in need.

As he walked his regular beat he heard a muffled thump. Then another, and another, it was quite vicious. From all of his years on the street he knew what it was; it was a beating. He rushed into the alley. Before him stood a mid-twenties man kicking an older man. Sato prepared his lungs to force air through the thick smog in the form of a yell, but then he noticed. A young girl who would be less than 14 by conservative estimate, unconscious . In his wisdom, Sato knew that if he gave even a second of time to the young man the situation would go from bad to worse. The obvious situation was apparent and Sato acted on it. Pushing his shoulder down. He rammed into the standing young man. Upon impact, the man was out cold on account of Sato's not modest build, after all those in need, needed someone with strength. Sato stood up and helped the old man to his feet.

"Thank you, officer"

"Nonsense, it is my job to help those who need it" Sato said, while observing the nervous twitch in the man.

Noticing the girl the man dove to her side to check on her, but upon observing her closer was relieved.

"Officer, is it okay if I take my daughter now, she looks fine but with the toxic air I fear she may worsen unless taken elsewhere."

"Of course, sir, let me help you" Sato gazed at him with compassionate eyes through the face visor.

"Nonsense, the greatest help you can be to me is getting that trash away, so he can never hurt anyone's daughter again."

Sato scolded his brow; his superiors would want him to take the victim for a statement but didn't want the trash any more freedom. He also knew the man needed to care for his daughter, so he compromised. "Of course you have my assurance he shall never bother you again, I only need to know where you plan to take her so that i can get a full report after I deal with this trash"

The man slacked as though a thousand pounds had been lifted from his shoulder "Of course, we well just be going to the local clinic about 5 km from here, after all they can check her out" then upon Sato's concern look the man chuckled "and then make sure all my internal damage is just from the air and not this guy"

Sato waved goodbye to the man as he hoisted the "trash" over his shoulder. As he walked away he heard the putt, putt of a scooter, as the man rushed to take care of his injuries.

At the station, after depositing the young man in a holding cell, Sato sat in a chair fuming. His lieutenant a bureaucratic simp, who would let a murder go if only a initial was off on the paper work, was pacing before him in a similar mood for a similar reason. His superior was angry because Sato failed to compile a proper incident report, and Sato for the incident report being necessary in the first place. He caught the bad guy, people were safe, why write about it when he could start the process a newed. It's simple really, his job was to protect, then he simply needed to protect. But that was not good enough for his lieutenant.

"What were you thinking" the lieutenant nearly screeched

"That I had protected someone and didn't need them to recount it just to move on" sato said in a level tone

" And how exactly are we to prosecute your 'justice'" Sato hated the air quotes his lieutenant as the man continued "on your word, don't make me laugh"

Sato opened his mouth and breathed in the cleanest air in perhaps the whole city (baring the houses of those that mattered but then closed it. That was after all his answer. Sato thought then remembered.

"Of course, not sir I merely thought it was best to leave till after the suspect was behinds bars, the victim is at class 5 clinic 234, I planned to go get the statement after this but you decided to lecture me needlessly"

A vein popped on the lieutenant's forehead as he reached new volumes "GOD DAMMIT, SATO, you will go home right now as we have no idea if you could even get the right information and I'll send Yui instead. Got that. If I have to see your usual work of barely legible scribbles, missing all the stuff that has to do with the courts like names or locations or even contact information and not just your personal saga of greatness, after all this Shit, not even I well know what I will do.".

Sato stormed off to get his stuff. And walk through the streets with nothing but anger in his heart. As he walked the eerie streets he reminisced on times where his justice was appreciated. YGGDRASIL, there in the form of the shining paladin, Touch-me, he struck down those that did violence, and saved those that had felt it. He thought of his friend Momonga, a player who had once been massively PKed by large groups of players just because of how Momonga played. Momonga would eventually become a great friend who gave true friendship without ulterior motives. Sato sighed as he had reached his home; it was roughly sixteen thirty. His Daughter and wife should be there. He smiled, at least he had someone now he could still talk about his woes to. As he removed the bulky protection gear in the decontamination chamber so that he could finally relax in the comfort of his own home. As he walked in and called out to his love-ones he noticed on the table a note explaining their absence, it did not state a return time but he was not supposed to be back for another four hours, so they would most likely not be back for long after that. With the rage still in his heart, and losing his only target of his complaining he went to his room and flopped onto the chair within.

Sighing he lets his sight slide to the floor as he argues with himself within his mind about the merits of his lieutenant (which he could think of few). Within a drawer was a dull shine from some of the few non-dust covered stops on his dive set. It had been a long time since he donned said helmet. He powers it on half-surprised by its remaining functionality. He turned it on. And browsed the available game, and strangely enough saw YGGDRASIL. Sato could have sworn he once saw an invite from Momonga for a party at the end of the game but apparently not. He started the login process, and sighed as the world became black.

So I wanted to take a more serious tone with the main bit of the Fanfiction but also wanted to expand in a more comedic fashion without having the chapters not be out of place, as well as exploring amusing tangents, without using a chapter in the middle of an arc with no relevance. This is also to keep me from getting bored in the middle of an arc. So if you find them a waste then after the line skip to the end and then go to the next chapter, but I will make nods to these sections some times. Note it is appreciated that you view these parts in a more chibi fashion, like isekai quartets art style. Why because i am really bad at this, Okay thank you

(this takes place on the night of YGGDRASIL's shut down though will not affect the plot Overlord) Yuudai Hiro had just removed the helmet and he prepared from to get some much needed sleep when he got two texts on his phone, one from his personal rival, a female coworker who was competing for the same promotion, it was not a lot more pay but it did have more controlled hours which would finally give Hiro could get some sleep which did not need to be supplemented with more energy drinks than his Blatter could hold. Her text gave Hiro despair, it was a simple image of her having a glass of water, in her pajamas, at a kitchen table. That seemed harmless enough but the trouble was Hiro knew whose table that was. He knew because his manager had once forgotten his lunch at home and didn't want to go out into the toxic environment, so instead of bearing with it and having paste he sent out Hiro to a part of town over an hour away, of course after Hiro left the manager had took him off the clock, but anyways. Hiro knew what that image meant, she was using what she had to get the promotion and Hiro simply couldn't offer that. The next text made him groan. As his female coworker was supposed to check in the office in two hours, but seeing as the manager had "reassigned" her, that was Hiro's new task. Hiro knew that these two hours he had left would not be enough to get sleep. Committing himself to more 5 hour energy than he had ever taken before he decided to log back in, to do what he did not know, tell Momonga about his new strife maybe, look at the maid uniforms which were of the few things which brought him joy much more likely, if he was late then maybe they fire him and he could finally get some sleep. Yeah that sounds nice just to sleep until he doesn't wake up. As he logged on looking around he realized he was too late to talk to Momonga as he was already gone, so Herohero went searching. Maybe Momonga's obsession with maintenance, Solution could still be admired from her old position. Now just where is that. Herohero thought for a second and decided on the throne room probably. As he was rushing there it became a race against time and of the memory as Herohero, may not have known the way. But as he rounded what seemed to be the hundredth corner, he finally saw the throne room door, being aware of his guild mates' traps Herohero hugged the wall as he was a couple feet from the door his vision quickly changed as he fell into a pit trap…

And that's all for chapter one, you have probably realized that the end of the internet may just be better than this so this is probably good bye then, if not I personally question your taste.