"Talk"

'Thought'


"Now, everyone, to our Supreme Leader, the ritual of fidelity."

Said a pristine beauty outfitted with a marvelous white dress that enveloped her entrancing curves. She placed her hands which were covered with pure white gloves over her heart. The void-colored wings that spurted out of her hips fluttered in glee as she bowed before her eternal master. Her black hair -which was accompanied by 2 short, marble-like horns- dangled in front of her face.

The five beings behind her mimicked her every motion.

"Guardian of the first, second, and third floor of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, Shalltear Bloodfallen I bow before the Supreme One."

The first one to speak was a petite doll-like figure who was no taller than 140cm. The purple gothic dress that she wore over her figure swayed left and right with every word she spoke.

Still kneeling in front of her beloved, she lifted her head, and -with her crimson eyes- stared deep into the Guild master's soul.

The next one to speak was an imposing-looking bug. It bore the resemblance of a mixture between a mantis and an ant. His body was coated with shining cerulean armor that left no weak spots uncovered. It clicked its mandibles in quick succession and exhaled a cold, blue mist from its mouth

"The. Guardian. Of. The. Fifth. Floor. Of. The. Great. Underground. Tomb. Of. Nazarick. Cocytus. I. Bow. Before. The. Supreme. One."

The Undead monster in front of him nodded and turned to face the person next to him.

"Guardian of the sixth floor of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, Aura Bella Fiora."

The third person to speak up was a dark elf of similar stature to that of Shalltear. Her blonde hair and heterochromatic eyes are what differentiated her from the petite Vampire. She wore a leather outfit that was made from the hide of the toughest of monsters. Below her neck, and over her clavicles was a golden necklace with an acorn of the same color.

"G-Guardian of the sixth floor, Mare Bello Fiore."

Said another Dark Elf. Although the young elf looked like a girl, he was actually a boy. Mare and Aura are crossdressers as well as the creations of another of the Supreme Beings, Bukubukuchagama. He wore a similar outfit to that of Aura's but with an inverted color palette. Instead of having a red outfit, he had a blue one. He tried to meet his master's gaze but was unable to thanks to his shyness. He gripped the wooden staff that he held in his hands as a way to deal with his nervousness.

"We bow before the supreme one."

The Dark Elf twins said in unison.

"Guardian of the seventh floor of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, Demiurge, I bow before the Supreme One."

Last but not least was a slim, tan man wearing a red-stripped British suit. The metallic tail that stuck out of his back swayed in an unpredictable pattern, which betrayed the calm demeanor that he so desperately tried to maintain.

"Overseer of the Floor Guardians, Albedo. I bow before your supreme presence, my lord."

Said the impossibly beautiful woman that first started the conversation

"Other than the Guardian of the fourth floor, Gargantua, and the Guardian of the eighth floor, Victim, all the Floor Guardians have gathered before you. Please bestow your orders upon us, Supreme One. We offer you everything that we are and everything that we'll ever be to you, oh great master of Nazarick."

The eyes of the Undead that stood before them shone a dangerous crimson color. Out of nowhere, an all-encompassing aura of dread started to surround the master of death. The robed skeleton spread his arms and spoke,

"Wonderful, Floor Guardians! I am confident that all of you will be able to fulfill your duties without fail!"

He said with an aura that demanded respect.

Hearing the words of their master, all of the Guardians' faces contorted into a smile of happiness and joy.

"Now, to the matter at hand, it seems that The Great Tomb of Nazarick is caught up in an unknown situation, I already have Sebas surveying our surroundings-"

The Undead King was interrupted when he received an incoming 'Message'.

"What is it Sebas? Are you done with the order I have given you?"

Momonga was very eager to hear what Sebas had to report. there was a moment of silence, the Floor Guardians stayed silent, not wanting to interrupt him when he was clearly discussing something via a 'Message'

"...Can you repeat that?"

Soon, Momonga, as well as all of the Guardians, 'Teleported' outside of the tomb and stood beside Sebas Tian, and Narberal Gamma, a Doppelganger Battle Maid from Pleiades, who were standing on the walls of Nazarick, and what they were all looking at right now, could be considered a depressing sight to behold, instead of seeing something that was filled with 'Life', 'Magical', and 'Colorful', all they saw was something 'Dead', 'Nasty', and 'Dull', a world of 'Fantasy', was replaced with a world of 'Grey Muck'.

The world was so wrong, so very wrong, the sky was always covered by clouds of pure smoke, ashes and poison, to which it rained literal acid rain, luckily the Undead King and his servants were either immune or had items to provide resistance of the nasty air, not that they noticed, as they were also distracted by the nearby ocean, the water didn't look fresh at all, in fact, it shouldn't be considered water, it would be more accurate to call it 'Toxic Liquid', which was made from pure pollution, it was wise to stay away from the water and always remain on land, not like it was any better, the entire landscape, which was a small island somewhere in the 'Horrible Ocean', was completely covered in trash, radioactive materials, broken technology, and a ton of human corpse, some of them looked like they used to be a family, when they were alive, calling this place a graveyard would be a insult, it was more accurate to call it a 'Island Size Dumpster', the island was probably not even a real peice of land, instead, it's just a giant pile made of all this, 'Disgusting Garbage', so much so that it could be considered an island

Everyone was able to see all of this, all this 'Grey World', and they all reacted differently after seeing such a sight

"Completely disgusting…"

Narberal couldn't help but look at everything with extreme disgust, it definitely made the maid side of her kick in as she so desperately want to clean such this filthy place, even more so since her Lord and Nazarick was here and being sullied by the sight alone

"Ugh, the smell is actually hurting my nose."

Aura couldn't help but cover her entire mouth and nose, refusing to breathe in more of the poison air, as did her brother, Mare, after he started to breathe it in and cough roughly from it

"If. The. World. Had. Honored. Then. It. Would. Be. Taken. Away. After. Becoming. Like. This…"

Cocytus never felt such dishonor for a world before, but it was the only accurate description of how he felt for this place

"Even the Black Capsule is more beautiful in comparison..."

Demiurge frowns lightly as he couldn't help but look at everything with disappointment and disgust

"Hm…"

Sebas, despite not saying, agreed to what the 7th Floor Guardian, and his heart slightly aches when seeing the remains of a rotting family being nearly covered in trash, unsure if they died here, or was placed here, both ideas were equally horrible

"Never thought I would miss the swamp…"

Shalltear, being the few who was able to see the outside of Nazarick, back in it's hay day, couldn't help but be the most offended by all this, and would prefer to be back at the muddy swamp again

"I'm so sorry Lord Momonga that you have to be dirtied by this sight, please lets take you back inside before the air offends you more."

Albedo clearly disliked and extremely hated everything about what she was seeing, which only made the feeling worse when it dared to be in such a way in front of the Supreme One, and she so desperately wanted to remove her love away from this place, not wanting him to suffer from even looking at it, a feeling shared by the other servants and was about to do such a thing, for their lord's sake

"It's fine, I'm quite used to this…"

When Momonga said this, to which he instantly regretted saying out loud, all of NPC quickly looked back at him with a confused expression

"W-What do you mean by that?"

Made couldn't help but ask, Momonga just let out a small sigh, as he then take a few steps forward and then turned around to face everyone, even though he didn't have a face, his expression was still filled with shame and sadness

"This polluted and nearly lifeless world is called Earth… And my original home…"


I noticed that whenever someone makes a "Overlord In The Real World" fanfic, they are treated like our normal Earth, which is beyond true, cause the original home of Momonga is a place of lifeless pollution and corruption, definitely a horrible place.

(BTW this story is up for adoption, since I'm more interested in making crossover instead, BUT, I will be willing to help you make this story, just let me know and I'll send you a Discord link thing or whatever, you can take all the credit and all that~)