Hi! I am a fan of Overlord. I really like the story so I decided to make my own fic. Feel free to read but sorry in advance for any mistakes in the story and for the updates, it will come, perhaps XD.
Disclaimer: I don't own Overlord or any of the characters outside of my own creations. Overlord is owned and created by Maruyama Kugane and illustrated by so-bin.
Writing Style:
—Dialogue - "All glory to Ainz Ooal Gown!"
—Self Talk - All glory to Ainz Ooal Gown!
—Dialogue in Message - "「All glory to Ainz Ooal Gown.」"
—Dialogue Flashback - "All glory to Ainz Ooal Gown."
—Spell/Skill - "[Grasp Heart]."
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Last Edited - 4/8/2022
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Prologue - Origin of an Era
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1—
New World
The world was once ruled by the mighty and powerful Dragon Lords. They were the strongest race. Their scales were as hard as steel, their sharp claws able to cut through any shields and their strength were beyond any mortal race. Due to their powerful might, they were a prideful race. The most powerful among them were the natural users of Wild Magic, hailed as True Dragon Lords.
With the power of Wild Magic at their command, their rule reigned supreme and unchallenged since the birth of the world itself. All races from humanoid, demi-human and heteromorphic had acknowledged their sovereignty and lived under their mercy and whim.
They were the rulers of the world.
They were Gods.
Yet, the glorious era of Dragon Lords had come to an end due to the greed of one of their own kind, their last and strongest ruler since time immemorial.
The Dragon Emperor.
By performing the most powerful Wild Magic Summoning Ritual that sacrificed millions of lives, the Dragon Emperor managed to summon the greatest and most valuable treasures of another world.
It was the beginning of the tragedy for the dragon race.
Those summoned treasures were not ownerless!
The treasures had dragged their owners to the New World. Each of those otherworlders emitted an incomparable aura of power that surpassed the might of the Dragon Lords.
A power that could threaten and obliterate their existence.
It was the first time the dragon race met a being that could bring them fear, as only a few among the True Dragon Lords, the strongest among their kind, were capable enough to fight against these otherworlders on equal feet.
Thus began the battle between them.
The Dragon Lords fought against the otherworlders, which later on was known as 'Players'.
The battle had been a catastrophe.
The 'Players' were too strong. Their otherworldly strength had crushed the pride of the dragon race.
The dragon race was forced to fight by outnumbering the 'Players' as it required at least a few True Dragon Lords to work together, casting their mighty Wild Magic for a chance to defeat them.
That fateful day had been deeply engraved within the memories of the surviving Dragon Lords.
It was the day the dragon race truly felt fear and despair, fighting powerful beings that could trample their prideful might.
It was the day the blood of dragon race fell like rain, countless of their kind being slain, soaking the earth bright red.
It was the day the dragon race realised that their nightmare was just beginning, as they failed to erase the root of their tribulation.
The Wild Magic Summoning Ritual that had been cast by the Dragon Emperor had been far too successful. Originally, the ritual was supposed to summon valuable treasures to their world once and then it would disappear on its own.
Yet, it had exceeded and surpassed its supposed capabilities!
Based on their research on the anomaly, the summoning ritual would only truly end when it had summoned the whole group of the same treasures from their original world. The ritual itself had disappeared, but it seems that the ritual had somehow summoned the rest of the treasures to the far off future within a certain set of arrangements.
No Dragon Lords were capable enough to change the fate of the world.
Of course, the additional treasures that were brought by those 'Players' were welcome by the Dragon Lords due to their high value and rarity. Their flashy and peculiarly ornate armours, myriad of potent and grandiose weapons and countless sophisticated and magnificent equipment that were dropped from them were simply priceless.
Any dragon that managed to hoard these valuable treasures would gloat over their great achievements.
But the arrival of those highly dangerous 'Players' was UNWELCOMED!
With no way to truly solve the root of their trouble, the dragon race moved forward. Readying and preparing themselves for the battle against their new foes.
The battle for their dragon pride!
They were the mightiest race, the dragon race!
How could they let these mere 'Players' from inferior races threaten their might!
The battle for their world sovereignty!
They were the eternal rulers of this world!
How could they let these mere 'Players', the outsiders, challenge their rule!
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It was the beginning of a new legend.
An otherworldly force known as 'Players' would arrive in the New World every few hundred years.
They would arrive individually or in groups, at the same location or multiple different locations, and they would bring salvation or damnation!
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A large red dragon flies through the vast blue sky. His large form radiated power. The red dragon had bright red sparkling scales. A few sparks of flames sometimes flared across his scales. It was as if he was wearing fire itself. His dark red dragon eyes scanned around his surroundings, full of focus and vigilance.
After a few moments, the large red dragon reached a certain part of grassland near a large forest.
He took notice that a part of the grassland was shrouded in a bizarre grey mist. The grey mist covered the whole ground, covering everything in obscurity, even from his sharp dragon eye.
After giving that area a few glances, the red dragon continued his travel without a second thought.
A desire to check out the bizarre area did arise within his heart, but then it mysteriously vanished. Even his memory regarding that place was unknowingly being erased from his mind.
To him, the whole area of grassland was as normal as it was supposed to be.
It was as if there was an external force that prevented anyone from getting close to that location.
Unbeknown to the flying away red dragon, there was a large tomb within those grey mist.
The surface of the tomb was 200 metres wide in all four directions. It was enclosed by 6-metre tall perimeter walls surrounding the tomb, with two entrances being the front and back gates. The tombstones were placed randomly, along with the statues of goddesses and angels dotting around the cemetery.
Additionally, there were four mausoleums in the four cardinal directions with a large mausoleum right in the centre. The large centre mausoleum helds eight 10 metre tall armour-wearing figures and there was an entrance to the true majesty of this tomb, the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
Within the Great Tomb of Nazarick, every floor was also filled by the bizarre grey mist. From the first floor to the most bottom floor, the 10th Floor.
However, the mist was thinner compared to the outside, making it possible to see the tomb's inner areas and its inhabitants.
The most bizarre thing was that all the myriad creatures from skeletons, zombies, vampires, insects, demons, and undeads within the tomb were frozen solid at their position.
It was as if they were stuck in time.
Inside the 10th Floor of the great tomb, there was a Throne Room. The room was an exquisite piece of work. It was a wide and high room, enough for several hundred people, with a high ceiling and surrounding walls that were predominantly white, with golden decorations as highlights.
Hanging from the ceiling of the Throne Room were numerous chandeliers made of precious stones of all colours of the rainbow, and emitted a fantastic, dreamlike radiance. Numerous flags emblazoned with different symbols, each for one of the Supreme Beings, the true masters of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, the members of Ainz Ooal Gown, were hung from flagpoles embedded into the walls.
The Throne Room was tinted in gold and silver. In the centre of it was a flight of stairs about 10 steps high. Atop these stairs was a gigantic throne, carved out of a single piece of crystal, whose back was high enough to touch the ceiling above it. A huge red banner hung down behind it, proudly displaying the symbol of Ainz Ooal Gown.
There were a group of individuals within the Throne Room.
Right below the throne, an elderly butler, dressed gracefully in a traditional black uniform, was kneeling. His head bowed with reverence. His hair was entirely white, along with his immaculate beard. With visible wrinkles on his hollow face, he seemed to be gentle in appearance, which further highlighted his sharp eagle like eyes.
Behind the elderly butler, a row of maids were kneeling in absolute servitude. Their battle-like maid uniforms were unique and different from each other. All of them were women of unsurpassed beauty, each with a different type of appeal to them.
The most eye-catching within the Throne Room was the impeccable beauty with lustrous jet-black hair and the face of a goddess. She had golden irises and vertically slitted pupils. The two thick horns protruding crookedly from her left and right temples along with a pair of black angel wings on her waist further increased her charm.
The impeccable beauty was wearing a pure white dress with silky gloves covering her slender hands and a golden spiderweb necklace that covered her shoulders and chest.
All of these individuals were also shrouded in the bizarre grey mist.
Their posture was frozen solid with no hint of any possible movement.
It was as if they were nothing but life-like statues that had been carved by godly craftsmen.
Having said that, there was an area within the Throne Room where the grey mist was thinner. In fact, it was barely noticeable.
It was at the close proximity of the throne itself!
Sitting on the throne was an Overlord, an undead skeleton creature who was devoid of skin and flesh. He was wearing an elaborate, jet-black academic gown adorned with golden and violet edges. The rings on his fingers glittered brightly. Each of them were exquisite accessories, a creation no mortal craftsman could possibly imitate.
Inside of the Overlord's empty eye sockets, a tiny dark red glow radiated dimly. Additionally, a dark halo-like object glimmered right behind his head.
The most noticeable thing about him was the dark red orb floating under his ribs that emanated a feeling of dread. Also, an elaborately decorated magic staff was clenched tightly in his left hand. The staff was entwined by seven serpents and in each of the squirming serpents' mouths held a jewel of a different colour. Its grip had a transparent quality like crystal and emitted a bluish white light.
The Overlord was silent.
Unmoving.
It was as if he had sat upon the throne for a long, long time.
Unknowingly, his bony fingers suddenly started moving slightly.
His grip on the staff tightened. The staff then spewed a dark red aura, fully shrouding him, as if welcoming him from his eternal slumber. Simultaneously, faces of humans in agony appeared and then crumbled away, further enhancing his dark and malevolent aura.
His tiny dark red glow within the eye sockets became largely intensified, leading it to elicit faint reddish flames flickering about in both his two eyes.
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With none of the Dragon Lords being the wiser regarding the awakening of the Overlord, they continued their search for any remaining 'Players' earnestly.
There were those among them that did it for fame.
To be able to fight and survive, or even win against these 'Players' would further bolster their prideful dragon heart.
Some did it for the treasures.
To be able to take and hoard the foreign equipment worn by these 'Players' would fully sate their draconic avarice for valuable and rare treasures.
Some did it out of curiosity.
Being unaware of the summoning ritual that had been conducted and being absent during the previous fights, they viewed these 'Players' as something new, an exciting change during their long-lived existence.
Of course, some of the Dragon Lords were still stuck in their old way of thinking.
These group of Dragon Lords viewed the matter of 'Players' as pure exaggeration. With full contempt in their hearts, they searched along with their other kin. Fully believing in their might to stomp these insolent beings.
Nevertheless, for any encounter between the Dragon Lords and the 'Players', there would always be a brutal and vicious fight, which further increases the casualties among the Dragon Lords.
In fact, the Dragon Lords had lost more than one-fifth of their total number after the event of Wild Magic Summoning Ritual.
It further enlightened them the calamity they had summoned to their world.
Still, perhaps the world had pity on the fate of the dragon race, or perhaps it was due to their luck, but it surely was a miraculous miracle. There were only a few number of 'Players' within the first wave that arrived in the New World. The fact that these 'Players' arrived individually, making it possible to outnumber them and a few cases where they clashed against each other played a huge part in the survival of the dragon race.
Eventually, the Dragon Lords managed to fend themselves against the few 'Players' that they encountered during the first wave, although it came with a great number of sacrifices from their side.
They also came upon a realisation.
The more they learned of these 'Players', the bleaker the future they foresaw.
What if there were more 'Players' who would arrive in the future!?
What if all those 'Players' fully stick together!? Fighting as comrades against the dragon race!?
Would they be able to protect their rule upon the New World!?
With mixed emotions, the surviving Dragon Lords awaited the future with a heavy and uneasy heart.
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The world had faced countless changes.
800 years ago, the Dragon Emperor held the summoning ritual, bringing the first wave of 'Players' to the New World.
700 years ago, the second wave of 'Players' arrived in the New World.
The most fearful event for the Dragon Lords had come true. There were more 'Players' during the second wave. Yet, the most fearful and dreadful for them was the appearance of an unknown undead being. The mysterious undead slain both 'Players' and Dragon Lords indiscriminately. With his supreme might, the battle during the second wave ended shortly and his legend arose to prominence.
He was hailed as the Supreme Immortal!
600 years ago, the third wave of 'Players' arrived in the New World.
The dragon race had been reduced to half of their original number, with only a few amongst them capable of mastering Wild Magic. The rule of dragon race had fallen as most of them were in hiding. The other race, especially the demi-human, had run amok and established their own rule, pushing the weaker races such as humans to the brink of extinction. Six 'Players' mercifully unleashed their might to save and protect humanity. The human race then regarded them as their gods.
The six 'Players' were hailed as the Six Great Gods.
500 years ago, the fourth wave of 'Players' arrived in the New World.
Eight 'Players' sought to conquer the entirety of the New World, leading to a huge war against the remaining Dragon Lords. With their tremendous might, the last surviving 'Player' among the Six Great Gods was slain and the number of Dragon Lords was reduced to a pitiful amount, completely ending their old reign. The glory of their exploit had spread far and wide to the whole continent. Yet, their rule was not everlasting as internal conflict led them to their demise.
The eight 'Players' were hailed as the Eight Greed Kings.
400 years ago, …
300 years ago, …
200 years ago, the seventh wave of 'Players' arrived in the New World.
It was the era of the Thirteen Heroes, fighting together against Evil Deities that emerged and rampaged in the New World.
100 years ago, …
Now, it was time for a new era to begin.
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Lower Wind Month, 1st Day
Great Tomb of Nazarick
10th Floor, Throne Room
The bizarre grey mist had gradually disappeared from within the tomb. As a matter of fact, it was completely gone after a few days.
Eventually, the whole Great Tomb of Nazarick was freed from the grey mist that had shrouded it for the past few centuries, bringing a great change to those within the great tomb.
It was a mysterious phenomenon, the inhabitants within the Great Tomb of Nazarick had started to come to life.
It was as if the world had finally let them free after recognising and acknowledging them as living or nonliving lifeforms.
After the disappearance of the grey mist, a heavy and dark aura started to envelop the whole Throne Room. In actual fact, it then continued to fill the entirety of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. All of its inhabitants that had come to life felt a huge pressure upon their being, preventing them from making any movement, other than kneeling on their knees. Yet, the dark aura did not harm them, instead, it soothed and comforted them, giving them an odd impression of being watched by one of their true masters, the most merciful among the Supreme Beings.
Thus, all of them were kneeling in reverence to the great being, the one that stayed with them till the end of time, vowing in their hearts to serve him loyally for eternity.
Meanwhile, within the Throne Room, the impeccable beauty with lustrous jet-black hair was kneeling on one knee in obeisance. She was among the first who had started to emanate a sign of life. After taking a few relaxed breaths, her breathtaking eyes with golden irises and vertically slitted pupils gazed longingly upon the Overlord, her beloved master who was sitting impassively on his throne. It was as if he was in a deep slumber. Her gaze was full of love and concern. She could not grasp the whole situation and was also frozen in place due to the dark aura. She wanted to be of help, to be of any use for her master, yet she could only hope that no harm would come upon him.
The Overlord was the one pouring out the dark aura. His majestic form was constantly being distorted as flesh materialised around his magnificent and exalted pure white bones. In a moment, he was no longer just bones, but a being with flesh and blood.
Yet, his body kept on changing.
From a dignified dragonoid form with pitch-black scales and a huge dark red wing sprouting from his back, to an atrocious demonic form with two long and twisted horns protruding from his forehead and a large blazing bat-like wings, to a brilliant angelic form with a massive white halo full of mystical ancient runes and three pairs of white wings, to a lacklustre fallen angel form with a dull grey halo filled with vague and indistinct ancient runes and three pairs of black wings, to a savage beastmen form with a faint tiger-like striped pattern upon a bipedal lionesque tawny body, to a noble elfish form with a slim and attractive body, long golden hair and a pair of pointy ears, and to many other myriad forms until he finally settled on a final one.
Momonga, previously an Overlord, hailed as one of the 41 Supreme Beings, now had two long and twisted horns protruding from his forehead, a pair of pointy ears, and lustrous jet-black hair that reached his waist. His body which was previously only a skeleton now had muscles that were chiselled like a statue's, his body composition resembling that of an apex predator. Surprisingly, a majestic three pairs of skeletal wings protruded from his back, burning with black and white soul flames which emitted heavy pressure. Yet the most shocking of all was his new appearance that glowed with otherworldly charm, he was like an omniscient immortal being that had seen the birth of the universe itself. If Momonga could see his own self now, he would surely recognise it instantly as it bore a close resemblance to his real self as Suzuki Satoru. It was as if the characteristics of his old self had been merged with his avatar and further enhanced to the maximum limit.
The only trait that remained unchanged from his avatar was his empty eye sockets and the tiny and dim dark red glow radiating from inside of it, along with his dark red orb which was now embedded into the centre of his abdomen.
He was akin to a demon god of myth.
One who ruled over immortality.
The omniscient immortal.
Those within the Throne Room awaited the awakening of their master with elation. They knew of the abilities of the Supreme Beings to change their form as they pleased but this was the first time they had seen it with their own eyes.
More than that, they could feel it!
The astronomical increase of their master's absolute power!
The many signs of his awakening from his deep slumber!
Their master's grip on the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown tightened, inciting the staff to spew a dark red aura that fully shrouded him, welcoming him in delight as faces of humans in agony appeared and then crumbled away around him, further intensifying his dark and malevolent aura.
His tiny dark red glow within the eye sockets then became largely intensified, leading it to elicit faint reddish flames flickering about in both of his two eyes.
He had truly awakened!
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The world was divided by two.
The first half was pure white, full of life and holy energy, from the ground below, to the myriad vegetation and to the vast white sky above. The other half was pitch black, filled with death and wicked energy, the ground was cracked, the vegetation was dying and the vast sky was tainted black.
Momonga was hovering between the two parts of the world, his whole existence was shifting randomly from material to illusory without end.
When the whole of Nazarick was freed from the bizarre grey mist, his form started to become more real, his largely intensified dark red glow within the eye sockets signified his awakening.
How long have I been asleep this time? Sighhh… I hope it was just a few decades. Sleeping for centuries would be a pain to catch up... Umu. Having a clock that could wake me up on time sure will be a blessing. Or perhaps I should just create a spell that could wake me up after a period of time! Though, it might not work as long as Nazarick is stuck.
Momonga mused as he sorted out his thoughts. Then, he sensed it, the absence of the bizarre grey mist. He focused his senses, trying to make sure that he was not delusional as he had been waiting for this moment for a long, long time. When he could sense the change in the aura of Nazarick's inhabitants, especially from the creations of his and his dear friends, their signs of life brought him endless joy.
Hahahahaha! Finally! Finally!
He laughed. Full of glee and delight.
The great change means that he could at last achieve his greatest wish, his one and only wish that he forever embedded in his heart, be it when he was Suzuki Satoru, a mere human in his old dying world or when he was Momonga, his Overlord avatar in Yggdrasil.
A few centuries ago, he had been transported to another world in his avatar form, trapped in his own Great Tomb of Nazarick, further trapped in an unknown new world, yet his greatest wish did not dissipate even a slightest bit. In fact, it had grown stronger and stronger the closer he was to his goal.
The New World had finally managed to 'download' the whole of Nazarick. She sure took her sweet time but still, Nazarick is just too vast to begin with and perhaps my circumstances further extended the synchronisation process.
It was indeed true. It had taken the New World a full 800 years to recognise and adapt the Great Tomb of Nazarick to its own World Profound Principle.
World Profound Principle.
Every world had its own profound principle. The principle acted as the fundamental foundation for the world system. Since the Great Tomb of Nazarick originated from a foreign world, the New World had to synchronise it to its own principle.
Nevermind that, it is finally time to summon my friends here for a reunion. It is time for Ainz Ooal Gown to be whole again. I need them here. My own strength is just not enough. But will they accept my summon?
Momonga thought of his old comrades. No matter how long it had been, Momonga would always be someone that cared for his dear friends. He might need them here, but if they refused, he would simply accept and respect their decisions.
Our old dying world is ending, so surely they would be willing to move over right? Blue Planet-san would surely be head over heels in the idea of coming here. Peroroncino-san might only come if Bukubukuchagama-san is coming along. After all, those two are inseparable. I can count on Ulbert-san and Herohero-san hell-bent on joining me but Touch Me-san would only come if his family could be summoned too… Umu. Let's save it for later. First, I need to know how the NPCs view us. Do they view us as their parents? Creators? Or simply as masters? Are they truly loyal to us? And what would they do if they learned of our origin?
Lost in thought, Momonga almost missed the moment his body finished adjusting to the strengths he had accumulated throughout the years in the New World.
Then, he silently closed his eyes.
Well, I wonder…
Full of anticipation and with a little bit of nervousness, Momonga prepared himself to meet their creations.
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