So, I decided to continue this a bit more because I couldn't hold back some ideas but don't worry it's not involving anything relatively important yet. Also on another note, I decided to indeed add Momonga from Overlord. Lastly, forgive me for the accents of some of the side characters in this chapter, it is Warhammer after all.


Emiya Shirou was walking somewhere in the cold wilderness, he had given the "beastwoman" as she was called, a cloak to hide her appearance from other humans he may come across. He was lucky she was mostly human-like compared to the ones he fought and could talk; she said her subspecies was called an Ungor. He was wondering where exactly he was, the Aether concentration in the air was higher but it felt sickly and tainted to the extent that he was becoming cautious about using it for his Mage-craft, let alone his Reality-Marble. He decided to ask his companion about where they were exactly.

"Hey, you have any idea where we are?"

"Well, if I had to guess we're somewhere bordering on Troll Country." She answered.

"Well, that's just great!" he replied sarcastically.

From his knowledge Trolls were savage giants that would most likely attack them if they were to come across one. He needed to go closer towards civilization.

"Where is the nearest settlement from here?" he asked.

"Well if we go west, then we'll come across Praag but that city is cursed, don't know why people still live there." She responded.

"Prague?" he asked.

"No, Praag." She corrected him.

He was confused over whether or not he was in an alternate version of the Czech Republic. After all it would make sense due to the language Martha was speaking.

"Anything else I should know about this city?" Asked Shirou.

"Well, if you go through the Gargoyle Gate don't look up because it's bad-luck, stay away from Newtown and don't go to The Square of Kisses at night it's very haunted." She said in a matter of fact tone.

She seemed to be pretty knowledgeable about the town.

"Did you live there once?" he asked.

She didn't answer. He took that as a yes.

As they continued walking, they eventually came across a campfire with what appeared to be outcasts or vagabonds cooking something in a pot and eyeing them wearily. Shirou and Martha approached and took a seat next to them. He noticed one of them had only one eye, the other had a flaming skull for a head and the last one had frog eyes, he decided to ignore it as to avoid bothering them.

"Is that a stew? What's in it?" he asked curiously.

"It's made from onions, mushrooms, wild grouse, pigeon and crow cooked in kvas." Answered the Cyclops.

"Can I try some?" Shirou decided to ask.

The one-eyed man nodded. Shirou tasted it and it had a rich meaty flavor.

"Who's yer lady friend?" asked the man with the burning skull.

"Oh, this is Martha someone I'm currently traveling with." Said Shirou.

"Hello." She said nervously sounding somewhat cute.

"Oh, a shy lass." The man said chuckling.

"Where are you heading off to?" asked the cyclops.

"Praag, I guess." answered Archer.

"Ya know people are gonna think yer a Kurgan if ya walk around with that armor." Said the Frog eyed man.

"What's wrong with Kurgans? If I may ask? Aren't those tribesmen?" He asked remembering some world history lessons talking about them before.

"Hah, ave ye bin livin under a roc boi? Them Kurgans are bad news they pillage and slaughter." Said the burning skulled mutant, speaking the first sentence with a heavy accent.

"Well, in that case I guess I should wear something else then." Said Shirou.

He materialized the cloak and turban he had been wearing for some time during his travels in the Middle East. It didn't cost too much magical energy to trace so he used his Od to project it.

"How about this?" he asked with a smile.

"You look like a traveler from Araby. Good idea!" complimented the one-eye.

"By the way wer ya from?" asked the burning man.

"Somewhere in the East." Said Shirou.

"So, you are from Araby then?" asked the cyclops.

"No, someplace else. You probably won't find it on any map." He answered.

"That's a shame." Said the cyclops.


Somewhere near Athel Loren

The Wyrm that had escaped from Khemri was currently tied up in vines and roots while he had a different appearance. This time it was metallic grey and appeared to be frustrated. It appeared to have been captured by Wood-Elves.

"For the last time those crazy tree ladies attacked me first! I didn't want to hurt the forest, I just ate one deer because I was hungry, I wouldn't eat any more than I needed. I swear I wanted nothing to do with your magical forest!" the dragon said in its defense.

This was because the dragon wasn't actually a dragon at all but was actually once a human-being.

Kaalan a Glade Rider of the Wood Elves was accompanied by another Glade Rider Kindred, two Warrior Kindreds and two Spellsinger Kindreds. Both Spellsingers were currently working together to restrain the Dragon.

"Well, for trespassing in our territory you will be performing community service to make up for it. The High Realm of Anmyr is currently overrun with vicious beastmen that seek to taint and despoil our home. You will help with eradicating their numbers to a more manageable level. If you succeed, we will consider letting you leave." He said. Not explaining the full extent of the problem, he probably wouldn't succeed.

"Okay." Said the human in a Dragon's shell. As he then quickly snapped his restraints causing the elves to go on guard.

Kaalan just scowled in annoyance.


In the war-torn Island Nation of Nippon

A certain Undead Overlord expecting the Server of his favorite game to end after a night of Fire Works, realized something was off.

"…Hm?"

He opened his eyes.

This was not his room; he was hovering above what appeared to be an old abandoned Shinto Shrine. This was nothing like the Gurenbera Swamps near Nazarick. He decided to check his clock.

[0:03:45, 46, 47]

"Hah?!"

He looked around again and again it was dark, definitely past midnight.

"Did they delay the server shutdown?"

He thought to himself of various possibilities as to what was going on, with no definitive conclusion. He tried to contact the GM but the console didn't appear. He needed to land for his thinking, he slowly landed only to realize after landing that he didn't use the console or need it, he had controlled the [Flying] spell with his thoughts. He looked at his skeletal hands and was keenly aware they were his own and no longer just being those of his avatar. Despite his situation he was somehow surprisingly calm and only a little afraid.

He collected himself and decided to investigate. He activated the [Flying] spell again and then used [Complete Invisibility] to conceal himself. He quietly hovered over the trees surrounding the shrine following the path. Then he began to hear a commotion and decided to investigate. What he saw made his jaw hinge.

Black-armored elves were attacking an old-fashioned Japanese army, complete with Samurai. The Elves were armed with repeater crossbows, swords with shields and spears. They even had what appeared to be scantily clad witches and Velociraptors. The Feudal Japanese army on the other hand seemed to be stereotypical with a few Samurai and Ashigaru armed with spears, Muzzle-loaded harquebuses, bows and Fire-lock pistols with a few unarmed Monks fighting the witches. The Japanese seemed to speak a heavily bastardized dialect for some reason.

As he saw sprays of blood from the combat, he realized that this was real and no longer a game. For some reason he felt almost nothing at seeing people massacred. Was it due to his undead nature? Then he remembered the words of one of his Guild Mates.

"Helping someone who's in trouble is Common Sense!"

That did it for him, he was going to intervene for Touch Me. He retreated into the forest to build an army quickly. He used his spells and skills to create a legion of undead filled with various types of skeletons, zombies and incorporeal undead led by an Overlord General and a Death Knight for good measure. The Overlord General was a skeleton that wore a horned headdress and blood-red robes holding a skull-tipped staff (Similar to Acererak from D ). He resembled a typical BBEG.

"He looks so Badass!" thought Momonga.

"I'm going to call you Aka (Red)." Said Momonga because of the color of his cloak.

He led the army back to the clearing as he then turned to his General.

"Destroy the Elves and only stop if I say so. Now go unleash hell!" he said trying to sound intimidating.

"Yes sire." Answered Aka.

The Dark elves were having a good day, they captured plenty of slaves and were killing plenty of primitives. But then one of the Dreadspears, Dilikrel Grimstrike sensed something.

"Hold on a second I sense something." He said.

"What is it now peasant?" said Nekzok Deathcaller, a Bleaksword.

"I can't help but feel we're being watched." He clarified.

"Oh, spare me your paranoid delusions, what could possibly go wrong?" said the Bleaksword arrogantly.

Then as suddenly as he said it a horde of undead burst from the forest in a charge. Undead beasts leaped at the forces of the Dark Elves. Large bulky corpses bloated red with their own blood and fat crushed several elves with their big meaty fists. While Nekzok fell victim to the Death Knight as it impaled him on its sword. The Dark Elves then turned their attention to the unknowns.

Ghasts were engaged in combat with the Witch Elves, neither of which felt fear. The Cold One Knights were engaged with Death Cavaliers. While the warriors of the Dark Elves were fighting the heavily-armed zombies and skeletons. Wraiths would pick-off some unlucky elves that were caught off-guard. Then the Nipponese were perceptive enough to realize that the undead were only attacking the Elves and took advantage of the situation.

The sounds of flesh-tearing, bones breaking and gunshots filled the air. As the tables were turned on the Elven Invaders. The Samurai was watching with morbid interest as the undead were being led by an undead magic-caster. Then as the Dark Elf slavers retreated the undead stopped, then another figure appeared, one in ornate robes wearing an eerie mask. Then the figure spoke in an ominous voice.

"Do not cause any trouble here. If you choose to not listen to my advice, next time I will bring death to your entire Kingdom." Said the masked giant.

The Elves took notable offense to this and some fired arrows at the figure who dodged.

"Very well then." He concluded before disappearing and reappearing in front of the Elves.

"[Negative Burst]" He shouted as a wave of negative energy covered the remaining Elves, tearing the life from their bodies. As the Dark Elves dropped dead, the Samurai approached his mysterious savior.

"Greetings stranger, my name is Oda Nobunaga. May I please know your name?" said the Samurai.

"Suzuki Satoru, I am but a Hermit who stumbled upon this turn of events." Said Momonga.

"So, you're a countryman I suppose that makes some sense although you dress a bit odd. This attack though has made me realize how much the other lords are cramping my style. I have decided to set sail to the west in search of adventure." said Oda.

Suzuki saw a golden opportunity to get to know this strange world. After all nothing in the History Books said anything about Japan getting attacked by elves in the Feudal Era. This was not his world and he needed information.

"Would it be okay if I go with you?" Offered the former Guild Leader.


Back with Shirou

Shirou was currently hunting as he was suddenly attacked by what he can only describe as hungry mouths on two legs. The first one leaped at him and then he cut it with Kanshou, then the second leaped and was cut with Bakuya. He continued to cut down eight more of the things and then it was over.

"What were those things?" asked Shirou.

"Those are called Squigs, they're the simplest form of the Greenskins." explained Martha.

"Greenskins?" asked Emiya.

"You know Greenskins. Orcs, Goblins and the like." She explained further.

"Hmm, how are these related to them? They're red and with horns." He said looking at his kills.

A bit later

Shirou was currently roasting three Squigs over a fire as Martha had explained to him that they were edible. The meat looked like ham and had the consistency of chicken. Oddly enough though, it tasted like Fish & Chips which was confusing. Martha seemed to have a decent knowledge about Herbs as she was able to find some growing among the grass of the Steppe. She was currently eating some of said herbs with her Squig.

He decided to ask her about how she knew about Praag.

"So, about Praag?" he asked to which she understood and hesitated before speaking.

"My parents lived in Praag, my father was a furrier and my mother was a grocer. They would get their products from the wilds of the forests and steppe. We would stay around the Merchant Quarter where my parents warned me to never play near the Fire Spire during a storm. The Fire Spire is a tower that was once a Magical College, but after Chaos spilled into the city it was forever tainted by Dark Magic. One night I didn't listen and so I mutated and became a Turn-skin.

My parents were horrified and they left me in the forest to fend for myself. Because they couldn't afford to shelter a mutant. The worst part was that I couldn't blame them, life was already hard on the Oblast and I didn't want them to get killed because of me." she said while crying.

Shirou then decided to tell her his story.

"When I was a little boy, my home was destroyed by a fire that burned everything. I don't remember my life before the fire, all I remember is that I tried to save someone but that person died. I used all the strength I had to survive, I kept pushing on while ignoring the people that died all around me. I then collapsed unable to move on. When a man found me, he looked so happy that he had saved me, I wanted to be happy like him.

I would later learn that the man was a former vigilante known as The Magus Killer. He had unintentionally started the fire to stop something evil from entering the world. He had spent most of his life sacrificing the few to save the many. He finally broke after having killed his own wife and started said fire. What I saw that night was a man drowning in despair being allowed a moment to breath.

My adoptive father died a few years later as the Evil had cursed him by shortening his life. He died in his chair one morning after talking to me. Then I was an orphan again, only to get caught up in his unfinished business 10 years down the line.

To save one life means to forsake the life of someone else, you can't save everyone. My name is Emiya Shirou and I am a Hypocrite, a Fool who sought to be a Hero of Justice."

Martha didn't know how to respond, from his description it sounded like he was raised by a remorseful Witch Hunter that destroyed his home stopping a powerful Daemon from manifesting in his own wife.

The heart-felt moment was rudely interrupted however as Shirou heard something loud in the distance.

"Ere we go, 'ere we go, 'ere we go!"