Ok, Chapter 3.

Not a lot to say at this moment. Gonna introduce 2 new characters, tho.

And I do have some questions regarding them in the end AN, so check it out after reading the chapter.

Unlike my main focus Kenshi, I am actually open to suggestions and ideas on how to write this fic as it's mostly all just blank for now, so do remember that if you plan to stick around.

Things like Classes, Skills, events and characters to introduce and so on, I'll take suggestions if you have any. Do keep the smutty ideas to a minimum, tho.

Anyway, that's about it.

Enjoy the read.

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'And this is why...I ran away at first...Haa…'

"Eidolon. Sama. Are. You. Unhurt?!"

"Like I said-"

"We apologize we were not by your side, Eidolon-sama!"

"No, that's-"

"May I inquire as to your previous whereabouts, my Lord?"

"Hell if I know-"

"Please punish me for my earlier transgressions, Eidolon-sama!"

"Geez, kinky much?"

As he had expected as soon as he approached Nazarick the Floor Guardians had swarmed his location and surrounded him to the point he could not lift an arm without hitting someone in the process.

He had some level of doubts that it would turn out like this, initially at least, but after witnessing a part of the Abyss all such doubts had been thrown out of the window.

After all, if a location that only existed as a lore setting for his race had became real in this new world he now found himself in then of course the settings and lore of the NPCs of Nazarick would become real, as well.

'So I have to deal with over the top loyal servants now...Great. And it seems the rule stating that custom NPCs cannot leave the guild base no longer applies, either. Us being outside of Nazarick right now and all...Jesus.'

Eidolon wanted to scream 'Get the hell away from me!' at the top of his lungs but seeing Mare and Aura now actually alive and possessing free-will besides him kept him from doing so. He was not about to be a negative influence for kids, after all.

"Ok, back off. Now." He He extended his hands and pushed Cocytus and Sebas away from him, the other NPCs wasting no time in distancing themselves from him as well. "You all talk too much."

"We apologize for our shortcomings, my Lord!" The Archdevil was the first to drop to one knee followed shortly by all the other Guardians.

Now Eidolon wanted to scream in cringe for real.

"Also, stop this."

"My Lord?"

"The whole kneeling thing. It's uncomfortable to watch. I don't remember becoming the idol of a fucki-...of a cult."

"What are you saying, Eidolon-sama?" The Archdevil actually sounded insulted at the words he had just uttered. "How are we not to throw ourselves on our knees in front of one such as yourself, my Lord?"

"...Bro you don't even know me."

Despite his words however, Eidolon became aware of the fact that the NPCs possessed a very real sense of selective hearing like himself where they only heard that which they wanted to hear. "It is as you say, my Lord. I wished to inform you of the fact that us creations of the Supreme Beings appear to lack any fundamental knowledge of Eidolon-sama, with the exception of your great name and position as one of the Forty-One. I believe this to be the effects of an enemy attack meant to weaken our forces."

'Huh, neat. That means even the things I wrote in my character bio has taken effect and became reality as well. Role-playing for the win, I guess?'

Indeed, just like any of the members of Nazarick, he had the option of writing things about himself in his character profile, and Eidolon focused all of that freedom in the form of a couple sentences describing his role within Nazarick.

Part of that had been writing that the NPCs were unaware of his race, classes, Skills or anything else in-between.

Being a Shadow was making sure you left no traces of yourself wherever you went, after all.

"Well...Actually, that's normal. Don't think too deeply on it."

"My lord?"

"I said don't worry about it."

"As you say, my Lord!"

'Geez, this guy's a royal pain in the butt, ain't he? I know that Ulbert created him with the idea that he's the smartest guy around but...he's kind of a pain to deal with.'

Crossing his arms, Eidolon took a short moment before deciding on what to say next. "Anyway...all things aside, I suppose you all understand the current situation?"

"If you mean the fact that Nazarick has been translocated to this area by means yet unknown to us, then yes, Eidolon-sama."

'I was actually thinking more on the fact that you are all just a bunch of Data Crystals given a form yet are now walking around all on your own, but sure. We can start with that, first.'

"That's right. Hell if I know how or why, but by some unknown means Nazarick is no longer located in Helheim but rather...here. Wherever here is." In truth Eidolon was thankful that he decided to wear a Venetian volto mask as part of his Assassin-esque style for he could hide the fact that he was uncomfortable with the intense stares of the NPCs upon him.

"It is as you say, Eidolon-sama." The Archdevil nodded, as did the rest of the NPCs.

"Yeah."

"Indeed, my Lord."

"…"

"…"

Eidolon waited, staring left and right from behind his mask without turning his head. "...The hell did all of you get all silent me for?"

Cocytus was first to respond to Eidolon's question. "We. Are. Awaiting. Your. Orders. My. Lord."

In return, the man in question looked up at the two and a half meters tall Floor Guardian. "My what now?"

"Please command us as you see fit, Eidolon-sama."

"Geez, no pressure huh?" The man muttered with a sigh and a shake of his head.

This situation was one he did not feel at all. Ignoring what the NPCs were asking of him Eidolon tried to think about what step should be his next.

His current situation was one no person alive would ever think about, nor try to come up with sort of plans for the 'what-if' scenario where it actually happened. The fact that he managed to remain calm and hold onto his funny bone despite the unnatural events which surrounded him was no small feat in and out of itself.

'So I'm trapped in a game world, with the NPCs we all created now possessing free-will. What would a smart person do in my shoes right now...?'

"...Scouting, right? Can't do shit without information, after all."

Though he whispered more than stated the ears of the NPCs perked up at his words and Demiurge was first to rise to his feet again. "Then I shall have our forces spread further out and gain control of the surrounding area within the hour, my Lord."

"...What forces are you talking about?"

"We have mobilized most of Nazarick's forces and launched a full-scale search for you, Eidolon-sama. With the exception of us servants here, I had them remain on stand-by at their current positions."

"...Ok. Did you make sure to shoot a flare into the sky and shout 'We are here! Come get us you sons of guns!' at the top of your lungs from the closest mountain peak while you were at it, as well?"

"Regretfully I have lacked your insight to think of such an action, Eidolon-sama."

"That was sarcasm!"

His patience had reached a limit and the words came out of his mouth faster than Eidolon could himself process. However, thanks to his new body on which human limits no longer applied his shout had risen to superhuman heights and travelled well beyond what he thought it would.

The NPCs seemed to be frightened at the sudden shout, all of them bowing their heads and simultaneously taking a step back and away from Eidolon.

'Ok nah, I ain't putting up with this.'

"Back to Nazarick, all of you. Now." He stated as he stretched an arm out towards the entrance to the guild base, not unlike a traffic guard guiding children across the street. "Go, go, go! And make sure you call whoever is out there back here immediately as well!"

Not desiring to disappoint his Master moments after their reunion, Demiurge and the other Guardians alike quickly called out to their assigned search groups and had them return to Nazarick post-haste.

"Was that the last of them?" Eidolon asked as the last of Aura's Beasts had passed through the guild's entrance, making their way to the side where each group waited behind the Floor Guardian they were assigned to.

"Yes, Eidolon-sama. That was the last of them." Aura affirmed as she straightened her back, understanding that she was for this moment the sole focus of the Supreme Being standing in front of her.

"Good. Good." He gave her a quick pat on the head before moving away to stand at the centre of the gathered NPCs.

"Eidolon-samap-pat me on the head…"

"G-Good for you, Sis…"

"Ok, listen up." At the sound of his words the NPCs became deathly silent while their stares focused on their Master, stares so intense Eidolon remained silent himself for longer than he would have wished. "I can't make heads or tails of this situation we find ourselves in but one thing's for sure: we are in unknown territory. OK? Unknown territory, is what it's called. So maybe think about what that term means the next time you decide to march en-masse out of Nazarick."

"We. Shall. Take. Your. Words. To. Heart. Eidolon. Sama."

"I sure hope you'll do just that." He responded with an open sigh. Little did Eidolon know just how much importance the NPCs would give this simple action of his later on. "So anyway. Unknown situation, right? The only way to turn the 'unknown' into the 'known' is by gathering information and putting everything side-by-side, right? So with that said, I decided that scouting is going to be my main focus for now."

Eidolon was a moron, he would be the first to admit to this fact, but he wasn't a complete idiot.

He had indeed taken some time to think of his exact words, and going by the looks of both the most intelligent Floor Guardian present as well as his fellow comrades alike, none of them failed to pick up on the meaning of his words.

On the fact that he mentioned scouting would be his main focus.

"Eidolon-sama! Forgive this one's lack of understanding, but what exactly...do you mean?" The question came from Shalltear, the True Vampire barely able to hold back a gulp and to keep her voice from becoming shaky.

"It was quite self-explanatory, was it not? I shall focus on scouting this new world we find ourselves in all on my own."

"My lord!" The Archdevil called out as he took one single step closer to his Master. "I beg of you to reconsider!"

"Why?"

"What purpose is there for creations like us if not to be the shields of our Supreme Beings?! If we were to allow our Master to take such a dangerous task upon himself, then what would there be left for us to fulfil as creations of the Supreme Beings?!"

"Hell if I know." The response came lightning-fast, Eidolon not holding back in the least. "You can think for yourselves, can't you?" A trick question followed, one meant to allow him a deeper look into what it meant now that the NPCs had free-will.

Interestingly enough it was not Demiurge but Cocytus who answered his question.

"We. Indeed. Have. Free. Will. Which. Is. Attributed. To. The. Great. Power. And. Benevolence. Of. The. Forty. One. However. Eidolon. Sama. As. Creations. Meant. To. Serve. Our. Masters. We. Can. Only. Hope. To. Use. It. In. Pursuit. Of. Fulfilling. The. Tasks. Assigned. To. Us."

'So, none of you realize that until like, what? Half an hour ago, you were simple packages of data granted a visual shape and a role by us? Ainz Ooal Gown has a couple of years behind it as a guild. With that said, I wonder what you all remember of the time you spent as simple NPCs. Are your memories such that you remember standing motionless in a spot for days and weeks on end, or have your memories somehow been replaced by our sudden translocation to...wherever this is? To be honest imagining either options is scary as hell…"

"...So, can I take it that all of you share Cocytyus's opinion?" A wave of nods followed, a nod not only shared by the Floor Guardians but also by the lower-level Mercenary NPCs and even Aura's Beasts.

'Unrequited loyalty...is it? Going by the fact that even a place I came up just so I could associate my race to something became real I guess it is not that hard to accept that the NPCs would mostly act as was written in their character profile...Then again, I don't remember any members of Ainz Ooal Gown ever calling us Supreme Beings, not even while role-playing. So where does this term even come from? Obviously, there are certain areas where the NPCs have taken full liberty with. Hmm…'

"I see. However, my decision stands: I'm going out scouting."

"My lord!"

"Oh shut it already. I just came back from the Abyss while evading what looked like a Raid Boss without a scratch. Granted, it took me about thirty [Void Step] uses to find the material plane again, but there's that. I doubt I can't deal with whatever is out there."

"But even so, for a Supreme Being to take such a dangerous gamble-!"

"I'm not the Guild Master you fricking moron. That ain't too hard to understand or think of, is it?" Eidolon voiced as he pushed a finger into Demiurge's face. "Think about what that means."

"...Understood, my lord."

"Good. Any by the way…" Eidolon looked around again just to be sure. "Is Albedo still within the Throne Room?"

His question seemed to worry the Floor Guardians greatly as unease became visible on their faces. The younger of the Dark Elves twins was the first to muster up his courage and answer his Master's question. "Y-Yes, Eidolon-sama. Albedo is still w-within the Throne Room."

"I see. Then I guess that comes first, then." Eidolon stated with a confident nod. "Alright, then. You guys keep Nazarick safe in the meantime. I'm counting on you."

"My lord-!"

But he would not hear anything anymore. Turning to the True Vampire he cut her off mid-sentence as he brought his hands in front of his masked face, then waved them horizontally. "[Abyssal Cloak]."

And just like that he disappeared from the sight of the NPCs just like a professional magician making his flashy exit off the stage.

Not only his physical body, but his presence and his smell, as well. His Skill hid every aspect that would draw the attention to himself, shrouding him in a veil of spectral origin and cutting off his connection to the material plane while the man himself still walked upon it's ground.

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'Well that was not comfortable at all…' Eidolon thought to himself as he walked away from the first floor of Nazarick where he had just conversed with the NPCs. After he had walked a reasonable distance he cancelled his Skill, as the use of other Skills and even Items was not possible while [Abyssal Cloak] was active.

With the help of the Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown he teleported to the 4th Floor, the Underground Lake.

On this Floor, just like on most other Floors there were hidden rooms which had been created in times of boredom by both himself and his fellow guild mates. One such example would be the Ninja Mansion on the 9th Floor created by Garnet for Nishikienrai.

Knowing the layout like the back of his hand Eidolon walked slightly left of the main path around the gigantic lake located within the middle of the Floor until he stopped in front of a narrow crevice within the wall. Usually he would just use his UI to interact with the hidden door and open it up, but seeing how he lacked it now Eidolon instead reached within the crevice and grabbed a sharp, tear-shaped stone within his palm.

Then he rotated it twice to the right, once to the left and again to the right. A moment of silence followed before the wall split open to allow passage further in.

'Neat. So the physical mechanism of the hidden door has been made real, as well.' He made sure to make a mental note of this as he stepped through the opening in the wall. A couple of steps later he heard the wall closing again to obscure the path behind him once more.

In contrast to the overall plain look the 4th Floor of Nazarick possessed, the inside of the hidden area Eidolon had just stepped inside could not have been any more different.

Using real money like the maniac he had been Eidolon had purchased both the space for the hidden area as well as the customization options in order not to reach into the guild's finances for his personal satisfaction alone.

'Seeing this place again made me think that I spent a whole small fortune on YGGDRASIL. Jesus, I sure lacked a life, didn't I…?'

Not unlike the 6th Floor, the secret area was created in the shape of a beautiful wide garden with a variety of trees and even small, flower-covered hills in the distance. Another aspect Eidolon had created was the existence of orchards, ranging from apples to cherries and peaches, while the fake sky on the ceiling had been programmed to experience a day-night cycle.

However, this was not an actual Floor and thus was in fact just about one fifth the 4th Floor's size. Nonetheless, the cash required to create this large of an area within a guild had been immense to the point his fellow guild mates even questioned whatever he was lying about his job.

Luckily enough he had managed to avoid answering their questions with some well-thought excuses and a lot of timely [Abyssal Cloak] uses.

"Master, you have come to us."

The sound of a gentle voice addressing him shook Eidolon out of his thought and he turned to notice the humanoid Dryad approaching him from his right side.

"Nyssa."

"A pleasure to see you as always, Master."

Nysa, his first creation, was of the Dryad race and thus a maiden of nature.

Her appearance was set to reflect the time of year, her skin at the moment a pleasant shade of forest green which told Eidolon that wherever the heck they were, it was summer.

Her hair, a mix of natural wavy hair and braided vines from which Sweet Alyssum sprouted forth, was a warm cooper brown and it reached the middle of her back, falling down freely on the sides of her face. Her eyes, kind and tranquil, were a vibrant shade of chestnut-reddish brown. In her right hand she held a staff, showing her calling as a Magic Caster.

The staff was made of unpolished wood and it split in two at the end, the two sides dancing around each other and finishing their dance in what resembled the form of the number eight, but in truth, it was supposed to be the symbol of eternity. Many small, colourful gems were carved into the two split branches.

To compliment her natural beauty, her equipment had been crafted to similar to a brown, high-low lace dress which came up to her knees then became longer at her back. However, she wore no footwear as no Dryad would ever relinquish the connection to the earth they walked upon for simple foot protection.

'...Right. I did program them to think of me as their "Master". Urgh, that is so edgy now that I think about it…'

Though the shame of his past decision plagued him Eidolon remained silent as he gazed upon the approaching Dryad.

She was a world-class beauty, he could say that much confidently, and all of a sudden he felt as if the fact he was one of those players who spent roughly three to four hours on character customization was more than paying off right now. "...Heh. I'm amazing, ain't I?" He asked himself as he rubbed the chin of his mask. In truth he had not intended for his words to be voiced, but seeing his own NPC into which he poured an incredible amount of time and effort walk around and look so life-like gave him a weird sense of satisfaction.

Nyssa appeared surprised by his hushed words, but simply tilted her head at her Master as her faint smile grew ever so slightly. "Was there ever any doubt of that, Master?"

'Ah. Shit. I said that out loud. Damn…'

"Please pretend you didn't hear that."

"As Master wills." She replied with a graceful bow.

"Mhm. And you…" Eidolon turned his head to the side, crossing his arms around his chest. To anyone else's eyes, it would have appeared as if there was nothing there. However he had abilities which allowed him to see through most forms of concealments. "Come out."

"Tsk." Before long his second NPC came out of his Stealth mode and walked up to Nyssa's side, bowing his head to Eidolon.

Cyrus was his second and last creation, the higher form of the Automaton race: Machinae Anima.

Unlike CZ of the Pleiades, his whole body was composed of metal which Eidolon had spent whole weeks farming in order to meet the prerequisites for creating Cyrus. As far as rarity went Cyrus's body had been created using only high-tier crafting materials, each of them easily in the top ten of their respective types.

Dark grey metal plates covered his whole body, but although the materials used for his creation were mostly metals, Spectre had meticulously crafted his body to be as human as possible: as such, Cyrus's body looked no different than a very ripped athlete. His face, however, lacked any sort of expression.

His eyes were small pupil-sized lenses which glowed an eerie shade of icy-blue. He had no mouth or nose, instead a single vertical metal plate ran up from his chin to where his nose bridge would have ended. On said plate were four small holes which acted as his speakers. Lastly, two round gas filters were welded into each of his cheek. Besides that, he had no other facial traits.

As for his attire he wore a long, sleeveless leather coat with a hood and trousers of the same fabric. Same as with Nyssa's equipment, it was simply designed to look that way but in truth both of their equipments were high-tier and offered great protection and effects.

'My own creations, given life...Holy shit, this is overwhelming in a very weird way...'

Now sanding side by side, the two NPCs straightened their backs before Nyssa spoke again. "Then, we welcome you once again…"

"To the Garden of Nyrus, my Master." Cyrus finished the sentence in his mechanical gravel-like voice.

'Ah. Yes. I did name this hidden area by smashing their names together. Cringe much? Urgh…'

"...Yeah. It seems you are doing well."

"We are, Master."

"Indeed, my Master."

"Mhm. Good. Then, I take it you are already aware of what happened?"

"I have observed through Nazarick's system. We are aware of our translocation, my Master."

"That is good, then I don't need to explain." Eidolon nodded. "Then: Nyssa, Cyrus."

"Yes, Master? / Your order, my Master?"

"I will have you step out of the shadows and make yourselves known to Nazarick as a whole. Your power will no doubt be needed soon."

Both of his NPCs gasped faintly at the revelation, turning to stare at each other with excitement in their eyes. Well, at least Nyssa that is. Cyrus had no face which could be read, but going by how he wrote them to be Eidolon had no doubts the Automaton matched his fellow creation in emotions. "However, not yet. Soon, but not yet."

"Of course, Master. We are grateful that you would allow us the chance to meet our siblings in person, whenever that time may be." Nyssa voiced with yet another bow of her head, Cyrus nodding in agreement.

"Don't worry about it. For now, however, there is another matter which requires your attention."

"Oh, is someone in need of killing, Master?" The beautiful maiden of nature asked as her smile remained the same. Her question slightly worried Eidolon, especially if this was the first thing which came to her mind.

"...No, Nyssa. It's regarding Albedo."

"Our sister, Master?"

"Does it have something to do with Momonga-sama's departure, my Lord? Sis Albedo started acting differently after that…" Eidolon nodded and praised Cyrus for his attention to detail.

A moment later he heard his Automaton grunt as the end of Nyssa's staff found it's way into Cyrus's side. "Geez, I don't have your connection to Nazarick's systems so don't withhold information from me, older brother."

"Hmpf. No bonds matter when it comes to receiving praise from our Master, sis. It's first come, first serve."

"Listen to Nyssa, you idjit. I want both of you on the same page regarding everything that is happening." Cyrus bowed but whatever he would actually do as he was told remained to be seen. Eidolon had created him after and if he knew him half as well as he believed he did..."Anyway, I want both of you to keep a close eye on her. So with that said…" He stretched both his palms at them.

His creations immediately understood what he meant to do as they were the only NPCs within Nazarick that were spared from lacking information about him and so after a quick bow they each grabbed his hands. "[Link of the Abyss.]"

Within the blink of an eye they both disappeared from where they stood, invisible to all but Eidolon himself.

This was a Skill which extended his other Skill, [Abyssal Cloak], on up to three other individuals besides himself. To say that his guild didn't abuse the hell out of this Skill would be one heck of an understatement, using some of the members with weaker PvP abilities to draw in opponents from other guilds then coming out of the shadows to strike them at the right moment, both surprising and overwhelming said opponents at the same time.

You could not cast other Skills or use Spells while [Abyssal Cloak] was active so it's not like the Magic Casters gained much from it, but simply fooling the opponents regarding their group's true size was a move Punitto Moe called highly potent.

"Make your way to the Throne Room and keep a close eye on Albedo. You can come out of stealth if you believe it is necessary and if Albedo needs your support. I'd like it if my Skills could remain secret for the time being, however, I'll leave that decision up to you."

"Understood, Master. / Thank you, my Master."

"Mhm. Now go. I'll keep in touch with you two."

'Ok, so that's one thing taken care of. I've written them to see all other NPCs of Nazarick as their siblings so Albedo should be in good hands. Still, I wonder if the fact Momonga edited her character description is what made her like that...I mean, the others didn't act like she did when Momonga disappeared...Oh boy, I wonder what kind of repercussions this will have…'

Shaking his head at the problems which seemed to arise one after the other, Eidolon used his Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown to instantly teleport to the Treasury. Before he could set out to scout the world outside Nazarick there was one last thing he wanted to check on.

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Kay, so for the questions I mentioned above, it's regarding the two NPCs and their classes.

For Nyssa I was thinking something like: Dryad (base class, 15 lvl), High Dryad (high class, 10 lvl), Daughter of Gaia (rare class, 5 lvl)

For Cyrus something like: Automaton (15 lvl), Mechanica (10 lvl), Machinae Anima (5 lvl)

Just tell me what you think of the names, and if they imply anything in your opinion.

I was thinking of going the Druid class for Nyssa as that would fit her Dryad image, but after looking at the Druid spells of D&D...yeah. They are mostly transformation spells. And let's be honest, how much help is it going to be transforming into a big bear when your opponent is a lvl 100 Overlord, for example?

Then I thought of going the debuff route for her, but except spells like "Grease", "Grasping Vines", "Hold Person" or "Mass Hold Species" and so on I couldn't find a lot to use as inspiration for such a class.

My thoughts drifted to some sort of Poison / Blight / Rot-based mage then, but I once again realized that in Overlord, high level individuals possess a crap ton of resistances. So yeah...I am kinda at a loss for now.

Might just make her a Fire magic specialist at this point despite her racial weakness towards the element.

"Burn for disrespecting the forest, humans!" - Nyssa

"Sis your hair's on fire..."- Cyrus

I don't plan on name-dropping their Skills and Classes for a while (because I don't know yet), but suggestions would be nice before the time we reach Chapter 10.

As far as Cyrus is concerned, I have him slightly more thought out. A pistol and sword user, who can also use the hidden armament within his body. Think of it like this: Eidolon is the front-line slippery fighter, Cyrus is the mid-range fighter and Nyssa is the backline mage / support.

That is what I was going for when I created those two all those years ago. ( I think)

His race and the fact he's literally made of metal also allows Cyrus to act as a sort of off-tank, being able to tank a couple of good hits. This tankiness would be attributed to his racial classes, while his job classes focus on damage and Skill / Spell disruption.

Maybe a sort of Slayer class from D&D but called 'Nemesis' who can can choose a daily limit of XX targets he can be proficient against? Like, Magic Casters or Undead or Humans, his Skills changing depending on the target?

Anyway, that's about that.

Feel free to get involved in this fic's progression if you want.

Kay bye.