Authors note
- Thoughts
- "Dialogue"
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-[Time, locations]
A POV from Mori-Chan~~
Chronologically this is maybe about Year 7 since Mori-Chans arrival in the new world.
Overlord is owned by the author Murayama
My awareness of my surroundings came and went, it flowed and ebbed. At times I was aware for days upon end and sometimes I merely walked a few steps before it went away. Although this was fine, Walking around this desolate frozen plain that was around here wasn't much to care for. This boring existence was fine, I did not hunger nor did I feel tired. I just was endlessly roaming around.
During those first days when I arrived upon this landscape I'm ashamed to say I was quite panicked but now all that was left was a nagging in my head, A voice on repeat. An urging to find something? Alas there was not much else to do than walk.
Sometimes I wonder if I had a stroke while playing in those last moments of the game and this was just in my head, an imagination of a dying man. Although my existence wasn't quite as lonely as one would believe, as I walked I had quite a few visitors. I felt their presence somehow way before they came before me, Like a sixth sense going off. At times when I was aware I sought out these presences but what I found was often a disappointment. Raving Beastmen, Human standing around like statues as though they didn't dare to move and those who did ran as the grim reaper himself was behind them.
I never figured out whether any of them were NPCs or Players but then again all this might just be that, an imagination of the mind. What my body did in times when I was unaware I did not know, nor did I feel like I cared as much as I should have. I woke up at times with fresh bodies all around, the frozen ground stained red and at those I wondered to myself:
Why didn't I care anymore?
Those thoughts however were short- lived and my monotonous walking began anew. I learned that they thought me a demon, a devil, an abomination to this frozen waste in which I roamed. While never a master in Social-fu, I found them rather rude and so upon their death I didn't feel nothing as i usually do but instead a feeling of a job well done as though i just finished a hard day's work.
Although this might just be my conscience talking to me literally, in some kind of weird asexual freudian attempt I was trying to find peace within me and in to do so I was pelted by my own self-hatred. Which was a strange theory, as while I had felt guilty at times in my life, never had I considered myself as any of those things.
Perhaps this was purgatory then?
These beings I meet are merely souls left uncleansed?
Am I to be their cleanser?
Is this the duty you bestow upon me?
I wonder if you still hear me...
[FIMBUL]
