Disclaimer: I don't own Overlord just like it

While writing this page in my booklet my stress of personal stuff made me take out the dozens of empty pages in the booklet and replace it with one page. Funny how different it feels writing in a booklet with only one page. It's sorta like how time flies limiting how much you play and write but still make progress. Thank you for joining me this far.

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Allom finally could try pulling himself up gripping Iaragon's hand. His fingers barely fiddled with his leaders when they heard a panicked, bloodcurdling scream. They shrugged the three of them, then Iaragon finally helped Allom to his feet.

A boy with a cloak and giant sunhat was shoved halfway down the mouth of a wyvern's mouth, slowly slurping in his arms starting from his elbows down its esophagus. Sanna blasély twirled a lock of her gold hair, swayed her wand like a whore playing a magician, and thought of only the most crucial:

'Did I really need that jar of honey I spent a gold coin for?'

She went through Yes, wavered to No when she remembered her rent, and thought of reasons to get back to "yes" all while the boy was having his feet-the only part of him sticking out its mouth-sucked down. All their insouciance was really drawling a translucent nearly invisible thanks to his special clothes from a wyvern's Rui to Shin. Some think only ninja's and thieves master invisibility, but magic casters weren't completely inept at using it. So while Sallan was being as transient as an adventurer's beauty, Rui sneaked and Allom watched the wyvern just gliding above.

Shin kept his eyes on Evileye; jabbing his sword and slashing upwards by instinct and narrowing his eyes in a zigzag pattern from how fast the shorty flew around. Her spells were elemental based, frigid ice spears shrouded in a wisp of freezing mist chilling the air like the frozen mountain peak and impaling mostly the wyverns wing membrane's or their chests. She made fighting them easy, but if even Nabe was gasping then this fight was far from easy.

As he thought, the spears launched shrunk in size and her accuracy faltered. It took two spears to finish a wyvern instead of one and her levitation was only lifting her centimeters over Shinirael's ground level height-his eyes narrowing to something else. The embodiment of a foolish boy looking to die, thoughtlessly stumbling into danger: Rui.

Shinirael understood the ironic bravery of his. An underpowered and naïve boy relying on tier three spells in a world surfeit with practicalities of beings over eighth tier. One thought was clear:

'I have to find a way to save this country boy and divert this horde of drakes away. I just don't know-' Shinirael's inner thoughts were interrupted by Rui's height-he seemed to be growing at an accelerated rate. Before Shinirael could make an assumption of how high class his abilities were and how he could be one of only a few useful humans he should bring to Lord Dack, he saw it was really just sand eating him like a wyvern. They were on quicksand. 'How...'

Shinirael quickly turned the other way, dirt sand flying in his eyes from a nearby storm and Nabe's cape billowing up to his chin, using his hands to do something he would have to apologize for later. Nabe was held in his arms as a drastic idea spieled out.

"We need to sink underground. We can get there by doing a maneuver said by Lord Dack to be Cannonball."

Nabe was dimwittedly confused by the now and the thereafter. Instead of flying with his wings fluttering out, he used a rope/noose/grapple from his storage until-reached around his back to make it look like he kept the rope entangled around his body. With grace and intuition he tossed the elongated straw in a knot, a cherished gift from Dack he was too loyal to delegate or misuse, holding it by the very bottom he snatched it back the moment a wyvern snatch it through the circle with it's jaws. Shin made the choice of giving Nabe no choice but to be lifted sky-high while the two of them were dangling from one wyvern into a myriad of wyvern. It was at this peak Shin felt alive; nothing but cold wind and no walls to get in his way.

"Maximize Magic: Razor Cyclone Vacuum Hole!"

The wind around Shinirael flailed around like bees encircling a flower. All the wyvern's felt was a stronger headwind they were trying to flutter around. The wind output was just to keep an enemy in place while a small glowering orange marble was forming in the center. Just when the wyvern's were about to give up, fly out and be in their nests again...

The small orange orb unleashed several hundred projectile's. The speed they were fired ripped a hole in the wyvern's and heated the sky like a house, even appearing as one.

All wyvenr's on the ground noticed the atmospheric rift in temperature before raising their heads to see the falling blood soaked bodies of their kin. This strange occurrence of phenomenal enigmatic tier magic attracted humans and drakes to gaze at the giant wind sphere with an orange core.

Evileye speculated who made that, the adventurer whose back was threadbare. So many questions riddled her.

'Even at his peak he didn't show enough mana to create something that great. If I see him again-when I finish this mission-I'll find out more-'

"Aah!"

A terrified, authentic cry from Rui snapped her out of her deep thoughts. A small droplet of red substance splashed on his still translucent head. Allom was the first member to approach the blood speckled boy, overloud with murmurs "Your dirtier than Sallan in her early years as a parthogenic. Gotta watch her, no rag can clean up what sprayed her."

Listening to his callous, wagging tongue was proof he was a swordsman without armor or a shield. The vulgar ones always gravitated to dual wielding adventurers. However, Sallan and Iaragon were more concerned about Rui's noggin and what smeared his skin than the jesting ironic big brother role Allom filled.

Evileye waited for Shin and Nabe to come back. Time passed, the adventurers pushed Allom away to sandwich Rui, the truculent cries of retreating wyvern caterwauled in the skies, and she still didn't see Shin or Nabe anywhere.

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Shin wished he planned for the ground to be a long fall with soot he had to crash through but it was all a surprise to him. A precaution was taken while falling in the form of an incantation:

"Reinforce Armor!" Shinirael and Nabe chanted in unison.

Their bodies were briefly cocooned in a layer of yellow light...right before a durable behemoth bone appeared and they crashed right through it, unharmed. Strong as their bodies were, their master(s) always told them it was best to "be precautious in this foreign world"-"think about your safety."

At last, they reached the ground, their impact a bolide of dust from colliding with unseeable minerals. Shin sat with his feet out heaving out the dust from the fall. Nabe's heart, something even impaled she wouldn't die from whether punctured or removed, had crystallized from wariness to enragement as she walked angry but also stealthily towards Shin and slapped him across his cheek.

"Did you intend to have us fall through here since the beginning? We are only here because of you!"

Shinirael barely reacted to her slap and the smacking feeling on his cheek bone that followed. He scoffed. "I truly am a diabolical genius trapping you and me in a pithy tomb." His expression became much more serious the moment he raised his arms to show their surroundings: tunnels and rotten former vines. "I only did what Lord Dack would do: stop the small and foolish from, well-"

With a crackling sound and a flash of eerie purple light in the isolated underground area, a writhe of a toddler swaddled in a blanket flat on it's back on a table materialized. Nabe's heard shifted back to confusion. What followed was a practical picture of the baby crawling across the table..and was saved by an extended wing.

"When humans choose to explore more than they can handle in this case they stumble to the end of the table, they will fall."

Strangely, the baby floated back midair in a vortex of gust and feathers back to the moment it was crossing across the table. Shinirael's frowsy wing and white wing that were his Judgment's chopped down in front of the baby and behind it! As he did he continued his explanation.

"If we can't stop a human from regressing back to before they discovered behemothic power, so too can we not stop them from moving forward. So we just keep them stuck where they are now."

Nabe had questions, but her main objective was to leave so after feeling wind billowing on her undead elbows she pointed forward.

"Leave stingy humans for another time."

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The demon watched absolutely titulated by what he saw. He saw the smattering, worried faces of the five subsidiary adventurer's to the two astonishing ones: the brown caped one with a bow on her white shirt and the blond overlooking one who transpierced through a horde of wyvern brilliantly effortlessly.

"Gee shucks, what luck to me!" He exclaimed giddily. "Soon I'll have you."

He skipped gaily to a cavity wall with sculptures embedded of people wailing in terror. With a blink the wall created a slit and soon extended to the far sides. Now in full view was the brave, shameless adventurer and his harem of girl adventurers-badly shaped, rotting. The bodies from the ulnohumeral joint to their orifices was a syringe connected to a tube.

"I felt cheated seeing what you five can do for me." He said to the bodies, still alive with minimalistic breathing and brain power. "But the question is...what will they do for me?"

He spoke enigmatically to them even though their brains were smaller than rabbits now. He walked away, veering to a big wall with a secret he was beholding, waiting to use. Except, nothing stopped him from sliding the wall open and peeking at his black artifice. A complete set of armor kept conglutinated to the wall. His eyes twinkled with appreciation for his creation.

"I will find the one for you...just be a little more patient; patience is all we've ever needed, my friend."

The demon made himself cozy pressing his right cheek against the powerful armor. He cuddled the armor almost as if it was a living being. In this case-it was. It's detached left arm extended, squeaking in it's nonexistent joints, and patted it's "friend" in the back.

"Two candidates...both winners."

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Ainz in his raven black knight armor walced for the front gates of the newly fortified kingdom Dack visited the same week he met the lich. He had tangible "proof" of a human-demon spy captive at the end of long chains around the neck. That "spy" was Dack wearing completely different attire. Unlike prison garments in the 21st century...these ones were completely black, absorbing all the sunlight making Dack feel dehydrated almost as if he was a tomato kept too long in the sunlight.

Although this light slave garb was uncomfortable, he did like the black and white weave in his crotch area. Dack would gab about it to Ainz, but in full view of several soldiers-Momon-he had to be cold and ruthless to the "enemy". He pushed the scrawny werewolf at the feet of soldiers.

"I've come before his majesty's loyal military with a way to hurt the demon cur Jaldabaoth." Momon announced.

Half looked down while the others stared at Momon's helm. Being stared at was an already embarrassing situation; then one soldier spoke out loud.

"That's Dack! He's a merchant that was here a fortnight ago!"