Disclaimer: Overlord belongs to Maruyama. World of Warcraft belongs to Microsoft.
Overlord of Warcraft
Prologue
Same goodbyes, different ages
Tokyo 2138
After a long and stressful day at work Suzuki Satoru is finally home and ready to play his favorite online game YGGDRASIL, a DMMO-RPG developed twelve years ago and which was almost coming to its end, YGGDRASIL had become the second longest MMO in history with a lifespan of twelve years old, only behind an ancient game from one hundred years ago called World of Warcraft, a curious trivia is that YGGDRASIL, like many others DMMO-RPG of its time, took inspiration on World of Warcraft in its lore and world building, but none other was as successful as YGGDRASIL.
While on YGGDRASIL Suzuki becomes Momonga, a level 100 undead Overlord whose appearance was that of a skeleton with a glowing red orb on his "stomach", wearing an elegant black and purple robe.
On YGGDRASIL there were many different races and job classes, so many that to have to identical characters it would have to be planned or being pure luck given the hundreds of racial and job classes the game offered.
YGGDRASIL was the fount of happiness to Suzuki many times over the years, but today was a sad day for him, because YGGDRASIL was about to end, after twelve years the game which he spent practically a life, was going away and with it the good memories and moments Momonga had with his friends.
Momonga is the guild-master of the guild Ainz Ooal Gown, one of the oldest and most powerful guild of the game which was ranked 8th overall during its prime, right now he is on his guild headquarters with his friend Herohero, an Elder Black Ooze, one of the strongest slime-type races in the game.
"Thank you for coming Herohero.". Momonga couldn't contain the excitement on his voice, he hadn't seen the little black slime for nearly two years now.
"It was the least I could do Momonga, but I'm impressed, to see the Great Tomb of Nazarick still here, standing strong and prideful after all this time, it really brings me joy.". His voice was tired, Momonga could only guess it was because of his work or because the pollution in the air had break his friend's air filters, it happened once with him on his work.
"Yeah, it's been two years, but I'm glad you could come.". He uses a smile emote after finishing trying to make his friend relax a little.
"Two years already. I guess I'm really losing the notion of time with all the work I've been doing. But it was nice to see you again Momonga, I know I sound bored but I'm just too tired of the work. I'll have to wake 6am tomorrow and it appears it will only increase with time".
"No, no, I know how it is. But I thank you for coming all the same. I feared that you wouldn't be able to come at all.". Momoga tried to no gain don't sound depressed, but he couldn't, he really missed his friend and all the others that couldn't make it.
"I'm sorry for not staying with you until the end, but I'm really tired. I just wanted to say that the moments I had with all of you were the best in my life. I'm glad you were our guild-master and hope that we meet again someday, maybe on YGGDRASIL 2." His voice was even more tired than before but Herohero managed to give Momonga a positive emote before logging out.
Momonga talks to himself after his friend logs out, saying that he should just this once stay until the end but then he stops himself, after a few seconds he punches his table complaining, sad about the fact that he was abandoned, that the work they all had in all those twelve years was for nothing, because they all abandoned him and the guild.
The overlord gets of his chair and sighs to himself, he was being unreasonable and he knew it, his friends had chosen the real life, in the end it's always the real life who is chosen, it was like fighting time, no matter how much one tries, no one can defeat it.
The undead looks at the golden staff floating in the center of the table, the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown, he smiles remembering how imprudent they've being while creating it, using their vacation money and extra hours to complete it, even Touch Me had a fall in with his wife but thankfully it wasn't so bad and they managed to work it out. The staff was magnificent, it was pure gold with seven snakes curled up on each other while holding 7 gems on each of their mounts that were colored after the 7 colors of the rainbow and were holding something that look like a cup in the middle with the back of their heads.
Momonga takes the staff remembering all the 41 members of the guild, it was sad, only 4 of them had come today to give their goodbyes while the other 37 couldn't make it. He knew that he should be grateful for the things he has, not complain for the things he can't possess, but it was still sad not being able to see all of them one last time.
"Let's go, you are the proof of our alliance.". He said with a voice mixed with pride and sadness.
There were two requirements to being a member of Ainz Ooal Gown, the first was that the avatar couldn't be human, the second was that the player had to be a functional member of the society. Considering the polluted air, radioactive rivers and poisoned soil of the world they lived in, it was an understatement to say all of their life styles were in jeopardy. But it wasn't so dire to some of them, some managed to realize their dreams so it wasn't such a shock for them to pick reality over the game. In a world dominated by mega corporations, with no wildlife and nothing left of nature it was hard to believe children could still dream, even more when said dream did come true, maybe they were the proof that with enough hard work and dedication all that is needed to succeed is one opportunity.
Ainz stops his line of thought in the middle of a hallway and sees one of the NPCs of Nazarick, an old man but with strong build and features, dressed as a butler in a really beautiful suit and other women dressed as maids with different styled cloths alongside him.
"Oh. It is, Sebas isn't it?! And the ah… Pleiades!". Momonga says in a carefree voice but smiling noneless. "You've been guarding the throne room, but no player ever managed to reach it.".
Momonga feels that as the guild leader he should take them with him and gives them the follow command, he felt a slight drop of guilt on his head, but since the game was about to end, he hoped that his friends would forgive him.
When he enters in the throne-room he takes a look around feeling the nostalgia after seen the big hall with all the flags and chandeliers hanging on the walls and ceiling.
Next to the throne was another NPC, Albedo the guardian overseer of Nazarick. A level 100 succubus created by Tabula Smaragdina. She is in charge of the general management and supervision of the activities done by the seven Floor Guardians, meaning that she ranks above the other NPCs in Nazarick. An impeccable beauty, lustrous jet-black hair and the face of a goddess. She has golden irises and vertically split pupils; on her left and right temples are two thick horns protruding crookedly, and on her waist are a pair of black angel wings. She was wearing a pure white dress with silky gloves covering her slender hands and a golden spiderweb necklace that covers her shoulders and chest.
The undead commands Sebas and the Pleiades do wait while he goes ahead and sits on the throne. He looks at the guardian overseer and curiosity take a hold of his mind.
'What were her configs?'. As if answering his own question, Momonga opens Albedo's menu profile and sees it for himself. 'Nazarick most powerful NPC, guardian overseer of all the flood guardians… THAT'S TOO MUCH TEXT.'. Momonga thinks while scrolling the data until it reaches the bottom.
"Now that I think about it, it was that maniac for details, Tabula, who made her.". He says confident on his statement while reading the last line and being shocked by what is written on it.
"What is this?! She is a bitch… *Sigh* Tabula always loved a contradiction. But this is not good.".
Albeit reluctant he uses the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown to re-write the data and change the configs his old friend had written on the succubus.
'She is deeply in love with Momonga' is written by the same who covers his skeletal face with his bone hand in shame. 'I'm so idiot'. Momonga tells himself before looking again at the NPC and all the others behind her.
"Kneel.". Momonga orders them and looks at the celling on last time with the sadness coming once again. "A relic from the past… Me, Touch Me, Shijuuten Suzaku…".
Momonga continues while pointing to all the banners while saying the names and remembering the best moments that he had with each one of them.
He looks at the clock and grumbles at himself, it was almost midnight and he needed to wake at 4am. Momonga just gives in and closes his eyes waiting for the shutdown. 'AH… I will have to sleep immediately after the shutdown or it will affect my work tomorrow'.
58, 59, 00, 01.
After the undead opened his eyes and not understanding what happened, Momonga wonders if the shutdown was delayed, he looks at his fingers and try to open a menu to no avail.
'My menu does not appear to be working, I can't contact the GM. WHAT IS HAPPENING.'. He screams to himself while getting up.
"Something wrong, Momonga-sama?". A soft and sweet voice says making Momonga look at the source of the sound.
It was Albedo, but that couldn't be right, NPCs couldn't talk, but his doubt was soon erased.
"Momonga-sama, momonga-sama. Is everything alright?". Her questioning is not answered and because of that Albedo gets up and goes at Momonga to see if he was okay.
When Albedo approaches him Momonga looks at her, her perfect shaped figure starts to play with his mind, excitement, fear, and desire starts to take over him but for some reason it stops and Momonga manages to regain his composure.
"Ha? I'm not able to call the GM.". He says on a neutral and indifferent tone while looking back at her.
After hearing his words Albedo lowers her head with a sad expression on her face. "Someone useless as me can't answer how to solve this problem Momonga-sama.". She says with regret in her voice all over her words. "If you allow me to have another chance, I will gladly fix this problem.".
Momonga didn't pay attention at the exact words but at how they are being spoken, YGGDRASIL didn't have such mechanics that allowed NPCs to have such complex dialogues nor full voices for them. Momonga then notices how her lips move with each word that came out of her mouth.
"It's okay Albedo, I forgive you.". He says while lifting his hand, gesturing her to stay at ease.
Momonga sits back on the throne and thinks about what is happening.
His voice was different for starters, Albedo not only reacted to his actions and words but answered them accordingly, her lips moved with each word and just like his body her own movements were fluid and natural.
Momonga looks at the staff of Ainz Ooal Gown and let it go of his hand and just like in the game in just floated and spin around.
For a minute Momonga thinks about his situation and decide to make more tests. "Sebas!... Go outside and make a recognition of the area.".
NPCs couldn't just leave or follow such specific commands but Sebas did just that, getting on his feet, nodding to Momonga and answering to his orders.
It was not enough, Momonga looks at the Pleiades and decide to also give them orders. "Pleiades, go to the 9th floor and protect it from possible intruders.".
"As you wish, Momonga-sama.". Yuri Alpha the leader of the Pleiades tells him before she and all the others bow to him in curtesy.
After all of them leave Albedo looks expectant towards Momonga with a lascivious smile on her face and a devilish shine in her eyes.
"What about me Momonga-sama, what would you want me to do?" Her voice was anxious, more than before, maybe because they were alone on the throne room now.
"Yes, *hum*, come closer Albedo.". Momonga voice was calm but his mind wasn't, every second his thoughts were on what is happening and why.
YGGDRASIL was about to end and he would simply wait for the forced shutdown and log out, but now Momonga was possibly, probably trapped inside the game, something unlikely since all VR gear were obliged by law to have safety measures against it so players couldn't be trapped on the virtual word nor any company would risk being sued by doing such a stupid and irresponsible act.
Looking at Albedo Momonga considers that this being real is the only explanation, the NPCs expressions, self-consciousness, body movements and gestures are the proof.
"Albedo, I'm, I'm gonna touch you." His voice was nervous, so as his mind that he only remembers to disable one of his passive racial abilities when he sees her fear being showed for a few seconds.
After doing so Momonga once more is proven that this is reality, the feeling of touching with his own hands, even though he has no skin, the heat emitting from Albedo's body, the fact that she has a pulse, all things also prohibited by law to VR gear and games to possess due to risks of making a person's real senses becomes null. Momonga then decides to do the final test, the only test that could really decide if this was real or not.
"Albedo! Can I touch your breasts… it's, it's not a problem, right?!". He didn't want it to sound like a pervert and didn't wanted to look like he was asking to commit sexual harassment but it was needed, +18 actions were forbidden on YGGDRASIL, and +18 talks were only allowed on private group chats so this was the only way to make sure.
"YES MOMONGA-SAMA, GO AHEAD TOUCH IT TO YOUR HEART'S CONTENT.". Albedo's voice carried so much passion and desire that her cheeks were crimson from lust and her wings were flapping weakly on the hope that Momonga complied with her wishes.
Slowly but steady Momonga approaches his bony fingers into the succubus cleavage, he hesitates at first, but when he is an inch of distance away from them, he gives into it and fond her breast while thinking about the situation he is in.
'This is the final proof I needed, I don't want to believe it, nor admit but it's all here, the fact that the NPCs can understand and think, move, breath and even their body reactions, but now I have to think what to do from now on, I should check the loyalty of the others as well, as there is no assurance that they all are loyal like Albedo and Sebas, I should also test my magic and racial abilities, can I use all of them? can I use magic that I don't have a knowledge of? not to mention that if this is reality will the rules of YGGDRASSIL still apply to the aspects of the game that are in this world like the items I have and… WHY AM I STILL TOUCHING HER BREATS'. In a quickly movement Momonga stops touching his servant and looks at his fingers with his jaw dropped, opening and closing them while remembering the softness sensation they were feeling not too long ago.
"Albedo, are, are you okay?". He was afraid of a reproach, the NPCs showed loyalty to him but until which degree would it goes, he didn't know and was afraid to find out.
"Is this where you will finally take my first time? should I undress? or would you like to do it dressed? or perhaps you want to undress me yourself…" Each word just makes her breathing comes more and more loud, Momonga was feeling nervous but once again his emotions come to a halt and he stays calm again.
"*Cough* There is no time for this Albedo.". He says on his cold voice which maker her apologizes in response.
"My apologies Momonga-sama.".
"It's okay Albedo, I forgive you. I have an assignment for you. With the exception of the 5th and 8th floor guardians, I want you to bring all the other floor guardians to the coliseum on the 6th floor. Don't worry about Aura and Mare for I will talk to them myself".
"As you command Momonga-sama.". Now with a voice totally focused and serious Albedo bows to her master and leaves Momonga alone to complete her task.
"Ah! What have I done?!". Momonga voice was tired, he sits back on the throne thinking on the fact that his world had just been turned upside down. "I completely corrupted Tabula-san NPC.".
Shaking his head Momonga get on his feet and grabs the staff of Ainz Ooal Gown, there was much work to be done, now that he knew that this was real, he would need to prepare for what's to come, whatever it is.
6th floor of Nazarick
Momonga teleports himself using the ring of Ainz Ooal Gown a ring which allow the user to teleport himself to whenever place inside the tomb, the reason he used was to test and see if his items were working in this new world, if it didn't work, he would have serious problems since he doesn't know yet if his abilities would also work.
"Well, one test done, lots more to complete." His voice was neutral like before but he could feel tension rising inside of him, only to be suppressed again.
Momonga enters the coliseum and looks around, priding himself on the work he and his friends had put on this place and all of Nazarick. He snaps back to reality after hearing a *boom* followed by the eruption on the ground. Momonga then sees a child making a V with both hands and she runs towards him at high-speed reaching him in less than a second.
"Welcome to the 6th floor Momonga-sama." Says the child.
Aura Bella Fiora, one of the two NPCs created by Bukubukuchagama, a level 100 dark elf, beast tamer and ranger, capable of controlling magic beasts and master of guerrilla warfare. She is a tomboyish looking child with dark skin and pointed ears, a signature trait of the dark elves, golden hair and heterochromia, her left eye blue and right eye green. She is wearing a reddish-black dragon scale leather covered by a white and gold vest embroidered with the sigil of Ainz Ooal Gown, below it, she has a matching set of white trousers and gold-plated shoes, and around her neck is an acorn necklace emitting golden light, she's also equipped with a whip around her waist and a giant, decorated bow on her back.
"Aura. I'll be intruding for a while.". He says in a magnanimous voice.
"What are you talking about, you are the master of Nazarick, the supreme Overlord, you aren't intruding.". She says in a carefree tone dismissing his statement.
"I see… Where is Mare?".
His question makes the female dark elf blink in surprise and look around looking for her brother.
"MARE, MOMONGA-SAMA IN GRACING US WITH HIS PRESENCE, DON'T BE RUDE.". She screams to another dark elf that was on the VIP box of the coliseum.
"But onee-chan, it's too high to jump." The dark elf boy says with a scarred and shy voice to his sister.
"MARE!". Aura screams with authority and makes her brother relent.
Using his floating-magic the other dark elf slowly descend from the lounge and runs clumsy towards Momonga and his sister.
"Mare Bello Fiore. Momonga-sama.". He says in a shy and timid voice.
Mare Bello Fiore, Aura's twin brother and second floor guardian of the 6th floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, a powerful druid who can cast spells that support his fellow companions or control nature. Like his sister, Mare is a child with dark skin and pointed ears like any other dark elf. He has golden hair and heterochromia, his right eye is blue and his left eye is green, he's wearing a blue dragon scale leather full-body suit, covered by a white and gold vest embroidered with the sigil of Ainz Ooal Gown and a forest green-leaf cloak, below, he has a matching short white skirt exposing his thighs, and on his neck is an acorn necklace emitting silver light, his slender hands are donned with shiny white silk gloves and he wields a twisted black wooden staff.
"The supreme one came here to see us and you weren't immediately at his side to greet him.". Aura scold's her brother who shrinks into his arms in fear of another reproach.
"It's okay Aura, I came without warning any of you, it is not his fault.". Momonga stops himself for a moment and remembers what he came here to do. Test his items and skills to learn if all worked like in YGGDRASIL and planned what do if it does or what to do if it does not.
When Momonga is ready to speak with the twins about his objective he is interrupted by a newcomer, or rather, two newcomers.
"My sincere apologies Momonga-sama, but an urgent matter needs your attention.". A new voice is heard and Momonga turns to its source along with Aura and Mare.
When looking at the source Momonga sees two figures, one he knows very well, the other he does not.
The first was Demiurge, floor guardian of the 7th floor and the Commander of the NPC defenses. The demon is about 1.8 meters tall, with dark skin and nicely combed black hair, behind the round glasses his eyes are so squinted that they are not normally visible, Demiurge's pair of eyes lack eyeballs, in fact, shining jewels with numerous small cuts take the place of them. He was wearing a British suit with a tie, no other description could be best fitted to him as, dressed like a gentleman. Behind his back he has a silver tail, covered with metal plates and six long spikes at the end.
The other figure was curious, he or she was wearing a golden, black, white and red armor that he never saw before, but Momonga felt that it was a high-quality item, he looks at the face of the stranger and sees that he or she was wearing a strange red, black and gold mask covering his entire head and somehow his eyes were glowing through the mask.
"It's called the Judgment Set." The strange says confirming to Momonga that he was a male. "Nice, isn't it?".
His voice was caring a tone of politeness, but Momonga could see his hands shaking with fear, he was scared, and for the tone on his voice he was still young, not even 20 years old yet.
"Who are you?". Momonga asks trying to sound the less intimidating possible given his appearance and voice.
"Leeroy Jenkins.".
New York 2023
Today was a sad day for Richard Wright, his favorite game World of Warcraft was about to "end".
After Activision Blizzard acquisition by Microsoft, the game would end and its servers closed, of course they would release it again, but they would do so as a remake, with new graphics and physics, it wasn't the end so to speak, but Richard somehow felt it would be different, not bad, but different. Maybe the new World Of Warcraft could make him felt like the old one, maybe not, and after 19 years it was hard to say goodbye.
Richard stood there on his chair looking at the screen, mainly on his friend list, it was a sad view for none of his old companions were online, many already had migrated to other MMO-RPG like Final Fantasy XIV or MOBAS like League of Legends, he just hoped they didn't become Fortnite players. He didn't have any prejudice against the game, but when you shot someone and that someone immediately builds a mega-tower to defend themselves while you struggle to just build a single wall it tells how bad you are in a game.
Richard gives a disappointed sigh and change his eyes to his character, his level 60 paladin, he named it Phill Mcrackin as a joke, but considering his friend Ryan had a dwarf hunter called Ice_Wallow_Come his char was definitely the purest one between them, he smiles when he remembered the shock when he saw that his max level character out of nowhere came back to level 60 when Shadowlands came out, another good memory, although He was playing the Classic version in the moment, but only because Blizzard fixed their stupid decisions when The Burning Crusade Classic came out.
He opens his inventory and item bag and sees his items. His armor was the Judgment Set, 19 years later and that set was still the coolest of all, and his main weapon was the two-handed sword Ashbringer the most awesome-looking weapon in the game. On his bag was his spare armor, the Lawbringer Set and his spare weapons, his two-handed mace; Sulfuras, the Hand of Ragnaros, his one-handed sword Warglaive of Azzinoth and his shield the Shield of Condemnation.
"Good times." He says while sighing to himself remembering the good moments he had to collect all of these items, the Judgment Set alone took him eighteen months and Sulfuras 2 whole years. The first time anyways, since these ones he found with random people while playing the classic version, it was still fun but not all of him was on it without his friends.
He looks at the clock and see there's only five minutes left before the game's shutdown. Richard wasn't so much worried since he was where he wanted.
Molten Core. Richard wouldn't try to solo the raid by himself, he already did the raid and the reset would be ironically when the shutdown happens. No, Richard just wants to walk through it one last time.
On the center of the raid, Ragnaros' Lair, where Ragnaros was fought so many times, he tips the command /sit on his keyboard and just waits for the game to end.
"I guess this is it.". Richard laughs at himself while imagining what others things he could've done in this game alongside his friends, it's not like he would never see them again, they literally lived on his neighborhood and go to the same college, but those times together were finished, as the saying goes; gone but not forgotten.
Richards opens a soda can and lift it above his head while saying; 'cheers'. And drinks it while looking at the clock. Only One minute left.
Suddenly Ragnaros appears on his screen and Richard almost choke on his soda with the image of the raid boss. He wasn't supposed to appear, and as if his appearance wasn't enough his words made him choke even harder.
"This is not the end. It is a new beginning.". With his fierce voice the fire elemental makes a gesture and animation Richard have never seen before in the game, he lifts his mace and strikes the screen of the computer. Everything goes white on Richard's screen making him cover his eyes.
When the light fades and his senses comes back to him, Richard opens his eyes and what he sees shocks him more than everything that he could imagine.
On the surroundings the familiar vision of the Molten Core was on sight, but something seemed off to him. Richard assumes he is still on the raid, but the heart-beating on his chest is so fast and loud that he can ever imagine while he asks himself why and how this is happening.
"WHAT IS GOING ON?". He screams while touching his head but then he notices something strange, the feeling of touching but not with his fingers, and the feeling that something is on his head.
Richard immediately looks at his hands and see the gloves he's wearing, he touches his face again and sees that just as his hands it is covered. He realizes in less than a second, he was wearing his Judgment Set that's is why his head is covered, it is because he was wearing the Judgment Crown.
"I'm losing it, I'm losing it.". He tells himself, after all, what was the other alternative, he got transported into the game or another world as his character in the game?!
Richard laughs at himself for thinking about such stupidity. He takes Ashbringer out of his back and looks at the weapon. He was nervous, of course it was a hallucination or a dream, or maybe he was just wearing his VR helmet, there was no way he was in a game or another world, other than the fact that he could feel the material of the gauntlets, or how the sword had weight on it and he felt it while it was on his back and now that he is holding it.
Richard goes to the nearest rock, decided to prove this was nothing but a very realistic dream. In World of Warcraft players couldn't destroy the scenario, unless of course it was one programmed to be destroyed on a quest, although he would really like to try this on a tree instead of a rock. For a moment he remembers the Ancients, demigod-like trees, one of the most important creatures in the night-elf society, with wisdom and insight almost unparalleled, many of them thousands of years old.
"No, stop losing focus, you are going to hit this rock and your sword will pass through it.". Recovering his focus Richard do just as he says, he swings Ashbringer and the sword pass right through it, unfortunately for him, the rock falls to the side immediately after the cut, and if that was part of the game the dust coming out of the cut sure wasn't
It could not be seen but under the Judgment Crown his mouth was open and there was sweat beginning to appear on his forehead.
The fact was in front of Richard, he was in another world, and he was a level 60 paladin with power enough do slice a rock like paper with just a weak swing of his sword.
"That's it, I'm losing it, and if I'm not this can't get any worse.". He says to himself trying not to fall on his knees or lose consciousness due to the shocking reality he was now facing.
"WHO ARE YOU AND HOW DARE YOU STEP ON THE GREAT TOMB OF NAZARICK.". Screams a voice that carried a tone of elegance but anger at the same time.
Richards turns to the direction the voice came out and what he sees was intriguing for the lack of a better term, there in front of him stand a person, but it was not human, the red-brown skin and pointy ears told him that. The strange creature had also a metal tail on his back on the waist level.
Richard could tell the creature was angry, for its brow was really frowning at him while it grinded its teeth. Maybe this was an opportunity for Richard, many NPCs on World of Warcraft were programmed to talk to the player, some even had voiced dialogues, maybe it was the same with this creature, if he was nothing but a program, he would just attack him after the dialogue is exchanged.
"My name is… Leeroy Jenkins. Paladin of the Alliance and defender of Azeroth against the evil forces of the Horde.". Even though the words were spoken with conviction Richard felt bad for using them, he liked both Alliance and Horde and didn't consider neither the good or bad guys.
The creature frown doesn't disappear but at least is relaxed, even though just slightly.
"You still haven't answered my other question Leeroy Jenkins, Paladin of the Alliance and defender of Azeroth against the evil forces of the Horde, how dare you stomp your filthy feet on the Great Tomb of Nazarick.". The creature said in a more calm but still angry tone.
At this moment Richard's mind is taken by the wind, first, the NPC talked directly to him with a full dialogue and even said the fake name he used, second, he asked a question expecting an answer, third he was completely sure there was no raid nor dungeon on World of Warcraft called The Great Tomb of Nazarick.
'I'm on another world.'. He decided like that was the norm. What else could he do?! Cry? He wanted to but his eyes weren't cooperating.
He sighs to himself and turns his face back at the creature, he could die at any minute here so at least he could try to get some knowledge, and stall for time and take any opportunities to flee if given the chance.
"I honestly don't know, I was in a place called Molten Core, suddenly I found myself in this place you call the Great Tomb of Nazarick.".
Richard said with all honesty he could muster, what else could he do?! He was probably in a dungeon or raid in which he was sure he could not just solo in, so he might as well tell the bizarre truth and hope for the best.
"Molten Core…". The creature says in contemplation moving his eyes around the place but keeping his face focused on Richard. "This place is the 7th floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. I hear my creators once comment that this place was based on a place called the Molten Core.". The frown on the creature face disappears, replaced by awe.
"I'm sure your creators were very inspired and were incredible beings if they created this entire place based on the Molten Core". Richard at this point was shooting in the dark, his next words here would either be a headshot on the creature, or a shot on his own foot. "Look, I don't really know why or how I came to this place. So why don't you take me to the highest authority here so we can figure it out, what would you have to lose? I'm in a place I know nothing about and if this is really the 7th floor then there is no way for me to escape even if I managed to pass through you.".
The creature stops to think about Richard's words, he thought it would take a few minutes before it came to a conclusion but to his surprise it only took a few seconds.
"You infiltrated the Great Tomb of Nazarick, this act of sacrilege can only be paid by your suffering followed by your death, but you managed to infiltrate and reach this point, and until we discover how so we can fix this and make the same method obsolete I can't do this. You ask to meet the highest authority of Nazarick, another blasphemy punishable with death. You are lucky because the same authority asked me to come into his presence, I will take you to him, since taking you to our torturer Neuronist Painkill would make me late to the meeting, be thankful the supreme one will waste his eyes and his time in a lowly being such as you.". His voice makes Richard sure that this creature not only was convinced but really believe in the words he had spoken to the paladin.
'Could've ended better, could've ended worse.'. For the moment Richard was staring at this being whose manner of speaking had a certain level of diplomacy despite the harsh words.
The creature gestures for Richard to walk in front of him so he could keep his eyes on the paladin and they both starts to walk.
"May I ask you name?". Asks Richard once again trying to be polite.
"Demiurge, guardian of the 7th floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick and the creation of Ulbert Alain Odle on of the 41 supreme beings that created the Great Tomb of Nazarick. Steel your resolve and prepare for death Leeroy Jenkins, for the Supreme One is always lacking for mercy regarding outsiders.". His voice this time had a tone of sadism on them while also caring pride when referring to the supposed Supreme One.
While walking, Richard felt the glares of all of the beings that lived in this so-called Great Tomb of Nazarick, they either didn't like outsiders or just humans, although he couldn't blame them, World of Warcraft Classic only had human, dwarf, gnome and night elf as playable classes for the alliance, he would rather play as a Worgen if he could, or a Draenei, but since he only played the last one with female characters he was glad that he couldn't.
"Am I going to die?" He wished Demiurge answer was no but at the same time yes, for there are fates worse than death and Richard didn't want to know about them given the words his captor spoke a few moments ago and someone which has Painkill as the last name doesn't sound a friendly person.
"The supreme one will decide your fate.". Demiurge replied with indifference.
Richard sighs once more, he looks at his hands and see they are shaking, being a level 60 paladin didn't stop you from feeling fear it appears. He wished these creatures that looked at him with disdain could feel sympathy towards him, it was selfish and arrogant on his part maybe since they don't even know him, but considering he might die, maybe it was a good type of selfishness if that even exists.
After walking for at least 10 minutes Richard and Demiurge reaches a new place, unlike the 7th floor that looked like the Molten Core, this place had a sky full of stars and a giant coliseum in the middle that looked exactly like the one in Rome, needless to say, Richard was impressed, these supreme beings were really something to build a place like this, although the fact that they created a coliseum such as the one in Rome make him wonder if they are human like him and are in the same situation he is in.
"Impressive, I never see such a beautiful construction.". Richard says in awe.
"Of course, you shouldn't expect nothing but greatness from the 41 Supreme Beings that created Nazarick.". Richard notices the pride on Demiurge's voice.
He was really devoted to these supreme beings, Richard takes note of that, it could either be used as leverage or just information for the long future if he has one.
Arriving at the coliseum entrance Richard notices three beings, one of big stature and two that were probably infants. Reaching then the paladin finally take a good look on them, the big figure was an undead skeleton while the small ones were dark elves.
It looks like every time Richard thought on something to deny that this was reality, reality itself spits on his face. And hopes of them being human like him just dwell through the drain when he sees them.
Richard notices the undead looking at him from head to toe, he reminds him of Kel'Thuzad, the Lich King's right-hand man… or undead. He was a lich who helped in corrupt Arthas with the cursed rune sword Frostmourne and manipulate him into becoming the Lich King.
'THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO THINK ABOUT WORLD OF WARCRAFT LORE'. He screams to himself not realizing thinking about lore was the only thing that made his hands stop shaking and his fears diminish.
"It's called Judgment Set." His voice was trembling by the fear of losing his life at any moment. "Nice, isn't it?".
"Who are you?". The Undead speak with a tone that would befit a ruler of a place called the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
That cold voice makes his own stops from coming out, with a loud *gulp* Richard finds the courage and talks to the undead in front of him. "Leeroy Jenkins.".
Momonga looked carefully at Leeroy, he managed somehow to infiltrate Nazarick and reach the 7th floor without no one taking notice, considering he was wearing a shiny armor with four different colors it really was something since he was sure the NPCs weren't slacking on their job to guard and protect Nazarick.
"So, Leeroy Jenkins, who are you and how did you managed to reach this far into my tomb." Momonga was a having little doubt about himself, for some reason he was acting like a General in the military and giving an aura of fear with the way Leeroy was breathless looking at him.
"I'm a paladin of the Alliance, defender of Azeroth against the evil forces of the horde." Said Leeroy trying not to stumble on his words. "How I came to this place I know not, for when it happened, I was in a totally different place.".
It was a strange situation for both Momonga and Leeroy. Momonga because he has a strange man, now revealed paladin that managed to get into Nazarick without anyone noticing, in his custody. Richard, now Leeroy because he was sure this wasn't World of Warcraft anymore, for if he was, he knew that the skeleton in front of him would be a forsaken and would be angry at his statement of being a member of the Alliance.
Thinking about Leeroy's words Momonga wonders if he was a player or an NPC that also got transported into this place. He said that he was teleported to the 7th floor but that didn't serve as much prove since it could simply mean that Nazarick was transported to where he was before it came to this place.
Then there was Leeroy personality, for what little he showed to Momonga, he was alive as much as the NPCs, his politeness and gestures of fear when meeting Momonga are proof of that, but didn't proof if he was a player or an NPC because the fact that he is a paladin makes it normal for him to be afraid or reject the idea of other races.
The only thing about Leeroy that Momonga could consider as proof of him being a player was his gear, he never saw anything like that on YGGDRASIL but he could easily say that its value was on the same level as all his divine class gear, and he doubted any player would waster the highest-class gear with an NPC.
Leeroy was beginning to feel claustrophobic, being surrounded by four different species which many games and books considered evil was something that didn't felt well inside him, maybe being a paladin was the cause of it, although it didn't make sense since paladins were fighters of light and justice and being of a different race that is not human have nothing to do with being a paladin since dwarfs, taurens and blood elves could also be paladins.
Leeroy looks at the dark elves and wonder if they really are children since they are a species with a long lifespan. He also wonders if they really are dark elves, he always considered dark elves to be related to the type of magic they use, in this case, dark magic. If an elf uses dark magic, he considered then a dark elf, if they use druid magic, he considered then a wood elf. Of course, that always depended on the media and the lore and this was just his personal opinion but he was still curious on how these elves were categorized if this wasn't World of Warcraft anymore.
The paladin then looks at Demiurge, he was a demon he was sure of it now, when remembering the 7th floor the place looked like the Molten Core, but he also saw statues and creatures that clearly took inspiration on Christian mythology so this form he was using could not even be his real one.
For last there was the undead, Leeroy still doesn't know his name but his gestures and speak patterns showed he was the leader, an imposing one. He looked like a lich but Leeroy felt that he was something else, not in the level of the Lich King of course but the feeling was alike. In the paladin opinion what was most curious about the undead was his eyes and the red orb floating bellow his ribs, the eyes because he notices his "pupils" were two red orbs that he saw shine and disappear since their exchange had started, the floating orb because it was definitely something others would take notice when talking and looking at him since it was somehow just floating under his ribs.
"Well.". Momonga's voice made Leeroy came back on paying attention to him which Momonga notices with the quick move he had made with his head. "Even if you are speaking the truth Mr. Leeroy you would have to admit it really is hard to believe it, given my position, I'm sure were our roles reversed you would think the same.".
Leeroy learned a new thing about the skeleton, he was a creature of logic, and like a psychopath, getting on his knees and beg for his life would only anger it, or just making him feel indifferent since he probably didn't even have any emotion.
The paladin notices the three agreeing with their master, each with a different expression showing on their face but all sure that the undead words were the absolute truth.
"Can we resolve this in any way?" His voice was speaking but his mind was looking for words, what else could he do at this point instead of talking with these creatures. "I'm in a strange place with no idea of what is happening. I just want to go home, nothing like this was supposed to happen, I was just waiting for the… the end… the end of an event to happen and finish this chapter of my life.".
Leeroy's words make the gears in Momonga non-existing brain to move at full speed, it was obvious what he meant by "the end" he was talking about YGGDRASIL shutdown. This confirmed that Momonga wasn't the only player to come to this strange place, it still didn't answered him how or why he was on the 7th floor but at least he already got an answer out of the paladin.
"I see." Momonga wonder for the moment if Leeroy also think he or the NPCs are players it could explain his fear of them if there weren't so many motives for him to felt like that. "How about a deal Mr. Jenkins? If you pass my little test. I will accept you as one of my acquaintances and do everything in my power to make you reach your home in safety.".
Momonga didn't felt too sure about this arrangement but proposed it anyway, whenever Ainz Ooal Gown had a possible candidate for being a new member said candidate always thought about what the guild could do for them instead of what they could do for the guild, it was one of the reasons why they never get other players besides all the 41 original members. Other reason was because to accept a new member it would need the vote of approval from the majority of the members of the guild, since Momonga was the only one left that itself wasn't much of a problem but the fact that he didn't knew what race Leeroy was, he was still wearing his so-called Judgment Set which covers his entire body so it could be any species under it, and if it was a human under it, he didn't know what the NPCs would think about it or react.
"And in return?". Leeroy's voice makes Momonga notices that the fear he was feeling towards him was only increasing. "What would you want from me in return?".
Momonga pondered about that for a moment, if Leeroy was really a player, he couldn't just take advantage of him, not under these circumstances where a life was a game no longer.
"In return I only ask you for your loyalty, never betray may trust and no harm will aver fall upon you. You will be not only a servant in my eyes but an equal. I swear in the name of Momonga leader of Ainz Ooal Gown and master of the Great Tomb of Nazarick" Considering Leeroy was a paladin and Momonga an undead if wasn't unreasonable to think he would betray Leeroy in the end if he doesn't know that Momonga is also a player.
Leeroy looks at the expression Demiurge and the twins are made, to say they were shocked was an understatement, refuse was obviously the choice he should made given the fact he didn't know and don't have proof if the undead, now called Momonga, claims are truth, but refuse also looks like a scream that means 'kill me' for the way things are going, in the end it was choosing between die today or die tomorrow, Leeroy didn't want to die today.
"Very Well, I accept. What test will I be facing?".
"Behold." Momonga says lifting the hand holding the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown above his head for all them to see. "The seven gems in the Staff's snake mouths are all divine class artifacts. Since they all belong to a set, having them together unlocks even greater power beyond their base abilities. Gathering them all required an incalculable amount of time and effort, and many of our members stated that they wanted to quit during the process. I can't remember how many monsters we killed for their drops… anyway, in addition, the Staff's power is beyond that of a divine class item. In fact, it almost approaches that of a World Class Item. Its most potent feature is its automatic engagement system… *cough* *cough*. Basically it is the most powerful item I possess.".
Due to his mask Momonga couldn't describe what emotion Leeroy was having on his face, but the paladin thought the undead was doing a clear demonstration of power.
Demiruge and the dark elf twins who had awe on their eyes and a proud smile from ear to ear.
The paladin's body was all stiff so he could guess that he was at least paying attention, maybe out of fear, or maybe because he didn't want to fail in Momonga's test.
Little did Leeroy knew but this was also a test for Momonga, he wanted to see if all his items and his own magic worked so his thought of this test for Leeroy as much as a test for him, and if he failed he could blame the staff and if Leeroy failed he could assume that all players also couldn't use their own abilities, of course assume oneself condition based on others wasn't right but Momonga didn't want to be on the receiving end of a fireball just to know if his own magics didn't work.
"Since I never used this Staff before even though it is my most precious possession, your test will be to help in my evaluation of its powers as much as your own.".
Demiurge and the twins felt happiness they never had before, they were the witness of they greatest power in Ainz Ooal Gown being used for the first time and their master had allowed their presence for such event.
Momonga commanded Aura to place a training straw dummy in the middle of the coliseum so Leeroy's test could begin.
When the dark elf finishes her quest Momonga points the staff towards the dummy with conviction on his body.
"[Summon Primal Fire Elemental]". In accordance with Momonga's will, the Orb of Fire on the Staff grasped within one of its snake mouths pulsed with puissance. Momonga could feel the movement of a mighty, invisible power and thrust the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown forth. A vast ball of light bloomed from the tip of the Staff, and a vortex of roaring flame spilled forth from that globe of radiance.
The fires spun faster and faster, until the tornado of flame reached a width of four meters and a height of six meters. The crimson inferno threw off gusts of scorching air in all directions. So intense was the heat that it would not have been unusual for a normal person to be burned by them, but Momonga had acquired a complete immunity to fire damage in order to negate one of the weaknesses of the undead, so it had no effect on him at all.
Looking at Leeroy Momonga could see that the paladin wasn't affected by it as well, if it because of racial skills or his armor he didn't know. Aura, Mare and Demiurge also didn't appear to be harmed. The Primal Fire Elemental was a level 85 summon so the fact that the four of them were all level 100 might be another reason, in YGGDRASIL when you fought a mob or player who was more than 5 levels above you it was certainly a death sentence.
Momonga could feel a connection to the elemental, it wanted a challenge, and just as Momonga wanted to see the full power of the creature he compelled with its wishes.
"Very Well, Leeroy this is your test, defeat the Primal Fire Elemental, and your place and safety at my side will be secured.". Momonga didn't want to look like an authoritarian dictator, but it was a role he would need to take it, given the respect and admiration his NPCs showed him when he acted as such, and for the look of it Leeroy also didn't mind seeing as he just nods his head in affirmative a take his sword off his back.
Deciding to leave Leeroy with the Elemental Momonga orders Aura, Mare and Demiurge to follow him to the VIP box Mare was using so they could see the fight between the two with a better view. While walking Momonga thinks about the sword Leeroy had, just like his armor he never saw anything like that, it looked like one of those giant swords many anime which the protagonist carries a giant sword he watched have but the most curious thing was the golden orb floating on the blades edge close to the tip.
"Tell me Momonga-sama" Demiurge's voice makes Momonga stop on his thoughts about the sword and pay attention of the floor guardian. "What made you think Leeroy could be the 42 supreme being?".
It was a valid question. For the look of it, all Nazarick NPCs were loyal, but loyalty could be lost just like respect, to answer Demiurge question Momonga needed a response that not only would satisfy him but don't leave don doubt left about his decision.
"Well. He infiltrated Nazarick and reached the 7th floor without anyone noticing." Momonga feels a little guilty when a depressed look appears on the face of all three of them. "He said he didn't know how he ended up there, but that could be a lie, and even if he is telling the true the fact that he could survive the 7th floor environment with all the negative stats it gives and is going battle a level 85 summon should show that his strength is one that could benefit Nazarick, even more in this strange situation we find ourselves in.".
They all nod at his words, if it is because they agree with him Momonga didn't know.
"What… What situation do we find ourselves in Momonga-sama?". Mare asks with genuine doubt.
"Oh, yes. I almost forgot, I sent Sebas to scout our surroundings, it appears something has happened with Nazarick, and to discuss the situation I've asked all the floor guardians to come to the coliseum.".
"Is… Is Shaltear coming too?". Asked Aura turning her head to the side.
"Yes.". Momonga chuckle inside his mind remembering that Aura's creator Bukubukuchagma and Shaltear's creator Peroroncino were brothers and always were on each other's throats.
Leeroy was really thinking about all the ends his situation could turn around after Momonga leaved him with the others. He looks at the Primal Fire Elemental, it's similarities really reminded him of Ragnaros when he stops to think about it. He then remembers how he ended up in this place when Ragnaros strike his computer's screen and everything around him changed.
He looks at Ashbringer in his hands and gives a sigh while relaxing his shoulders, it was strange, for some reason the Judgment Set felt like it weighted nothing just as his sword. In the moment Leeroy was using the retribution proficiency, for a moment he wonders if he could change it at any time or just in specific locations like the game, but considering this is not a game anymore he was almost sure he could change anytime, even in combat.
"Primal Fire Elemental. Attack the paladin Leeroy Jenkins." Leeroy looks at one of the boxes in the coliseum and saw the image of Momonga and his servants, if his words weren't obvious enough it appears his test had begun.
Leeroy didn't have time to test any of his abilities and for the look of it there was no time like the present, he remembered what Momonga had done when he had summoned the elemental and decides to do the same.
Leeroy focus on the skill he wants to use and say its name. "[Avenging Wrath]".
Avenging Wrath is a skill that call upon the Light to the player become an avatar of retribution, increasing his damage, healing, and critical strike chance by 20% for 20 sec. Not wasting time Leeroy steel his resolve and prepares for the fight ahead.
"Alright, let's do this. LEEROOOOOOOOOOOY JEEEEEEEENKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINS.".
With a scream full of determination Leeroy charge against the Elemental who responds by throwing fire balls at him, he doges the first one by jumping to his right while still charging at the elemental, the second one he destroys by cutting it in half with his sword and the third one he takes it head on.
Leeroy didn't feel the heat just like when Momonga had summoned the elemental before for some reason, but he wouldn't look a gifted horse in the mount and attack the creature with a swing of his sword.
The elemental tries to counter Leeroy pointing his hand at him and as a massive flamethrower fire comes out of his palm but Leeroy dodge it by jumping over the elemental and landing behind him and attacks with his sword again.
"[Judgment]".
A sword just like Ashbringer but made of light comes out of it and flows into the elemental direction hitting it on the chest, not wasting time Leeroy casts another spell [Crusader Strike] with his swords and hits the elemental.
The elemental turns around and tries to strike Leeroy with a psychical attack using the back of his hand, which could cause fire damage in the paladin for a few seconds but he defends himself using his sword and leap backwards to gather some distance.
For some reason Leeroy wasn't nervous anymore, this fight felt so natural and exciting to him that he forgot about all the fears he was having no too long ago, seeing that his skills were working he decides to test another thing, if he could change his proficiencies any time, even in battle, so he puts his Ashbringer on his bag and takes of his one-handed sword and shield.
"[Avenger's Shield]".
He throws his shield at the fire elemental and after it hits it immediately returns to Leeroy. There was no doubt, he could also change his proficiency in battle since Avenger's Shield could only be used with the Protection proficiency, but the battle wasn't over yet.
"[Fire field]".
The elemental casts a spell and the ground around it and Leeroy starts to inflame, but just like the fireball from before Leeroy wasn't feeling heat and guessed that he was not even taking damage either and decide to use it in his favor.
"Arg" With a false screaming of agony Leeroy falls on one of his knees and wait for the fire elemental to approach, when he is close enough Leeroy smiles under his mask and lift his sword in the air.
"[Consecration]".
For some reason all the fire ground becomes consecrated, that was something that didn't happened in World of Warcraft but given the fact that the fire elemental was taking holy damage Leeroy would not complain.
The fire elemental attacks once again but due to the successful dodge by Leeroy his passive skill Grand Crusader is activated resetting the cooldown of his Avenger's Shield which he uses once again.
Feeling the fire elemental is almost finished Leeroy puts his sword and shield back on his back and takes back his Ashbringer. It was time to finish this fight.
Leeroy dodges each of the fire elemental fireballs spells and melee attacks and responds with a swing of his sword on each. The elemental tries another fireball but Leeroy cuts it in half and follow by cutting the elemental right arm in the process, the elemental then tries to punch him with his left arm but Leeroy dodges and cuts it too.
"[Crusader Strike]".
With this final strike Leeroy penetrates the fire elemental chest with his sword but before he dissipates Leeroy takes the sword off and cuts its head who deteriorate along the body before any part of it could reach the ground.
Momonga was impressed, not only Leeroy managed to defeat the Primal Fire Elemental but also showed skill and spells which he had never saw before while doing it. He had doubts about letting Leeroy being a part of Ainz Ooal Gown before, but if his friends had seen what he saw today they would approve the decision without a doubt and let him join the guild.
The undead was also happy since now that he saw that Leeroy skills worked, he could safely assume his own would also do the same. He would practice when alone of course but seeing the paladin fight had put his mind more at easy.
Momonga cast a silent [fly] spell and floats back to the arena without even noticing Demiurge and the elf twins quickly following him. He starts to clap his hand to gather the attention of the paladin who was apparently trying to catch his breath, although for some reason it didn't look like he needed.
Momonga then remembers that he should also test how his inventory works and decides that this was the best time to do so.
Like a dimensional pocket Momonga's hand disappear out of thin air, and when it returned it was holding a jar and a few cups. He puts water in one of the cups and give it to Leeroy who was with his hands on his knees trying to breath after the intense fight.
The paladin takes the cup and approaches to his face but then it clicks him, he would have to take off his mask. He couldn't reject it now that he already took the water but he also didn't want to risk them seeing his face. After seeing Momonga giving the others water as well Leeroy quickly turns around and drinks the water without taking off his mask, only pushing a little far off his mouth.
Leeroy turns around hoping that none of them had saw his actions and gives it back the cup he received to Momonga, apparently no one did since they were all talking to their master. Telling how nice he was and how they thought he was scarry. Too bad Leeroy couldn't feel the same, but at least his fears were not as big as before since when looking at his hands and legs he noticed they were not trembling as much as before.
Suddenly a portal appears in the middle of the arena and from inside of it a little girl wearing a Lolita Gothic dress appears while caring an umbrella in one of her arms, she was strange, she had a white-wax colored skin and red crimson eyes and her canine teeth were so sharp that they appeared to be daggers.
Alongside the strange girl more people were starting to approache, one was a blue big humanoid insect caring something that looked like an alabaster, other was a beautiful woman with white horns and black wings on her waits who was wearing an elegant silk white dress, and the last one was the most normal out of everyone here, in his opinion, Leeroy excluded.
Not wanting to stand out Leeroy walks towards the wall of the coliseum and rest his back against it while watching what is going to happen. He wasn't to much confident in how to hold on and just give in and sits on the ground watching how everything will be unfold for a lack of a better term.
Of one thing Leeroy was sure, he passed Momonga's test, if the undead was going to fulfill his part of the agreement he would have to wait and see.
Author's note: Ok, I had this idea the moment a saw Microsoft buying Activision Blizzard, it's funny how it is easy to have ideas but so hard on how to execute them. Truth be told I was going to cut this in two parts and post them at the same time, part one would end when Richard presents himself to Ainz as the iconic Leeroy Jenkins, but since it was revealed one paragraph later that it wasn't him, I refrained myself to do so afraid of a backlash.
I could describe Richard as a half selft-insert, the reason why I'm using the word half is because while his actions would probably (definitely) be the same as mine, his personality is based on one of my friends while he was passing for a difficult time on his life, but thankfully he recovered from it and is healthy and good now
Now if you wonder how an YGGDRASIL player and a World of Warcraft player could compare themselves to each other regarding their powers I used vsbattle as a little research source, Ainz with the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown is a Low 7-C, and since there was no page (I couldn't find one) about a World of Warcraft player I used Thrall's as a reference and saw that he was a Low 7-B so I guess is very balanced if a wow player in max level is at the same level or slightly weaker than Thrall. If you want you can contact me via inbox if you have an accurate information about it, for now Level 100 YGGDRASIL player = Level 60 WoW player (don't worry bony daddy will come out with a perfect excuse for it)
Also this fanfic until reaches the point of divergence, will be following the anime, BUT, it will also follow the novel to explain certain things that the anime left out for example like when Ainz came to Nigredo to help find Shaltear when she was brainwashed.
Also, also, I just want to say that EVERYTIME I wrote Momonga, I had wrote Ainz's name before it, so you can tell the despair of almost fall into madness but knowing it. (just kidding, bout the madness part not, of the Momonga one).
Highschool Devil x Dovah and A song of Darkness and Souls next chapters are already being made, don't know when I'll finish it, but it is in the making.
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