I think it's been long since established I own neither One Piece nor Overlord... leave me to my misery. (Sniffles.)
Also...
As is a(n unfortunately) growing trend for me... an idea in my head that got stuck there and won't leave. I also thought it as a bit of an interesting challenge for myself... As with Self Proclaimed Bandits of the Sea, how do you make a story with an overpowered character interesting when there is no necessary plotting or intrigue induced by caution involved? I certainly hope I at least make badass scenes here at least. :P
Just a fair bit of warning: this story will not be regularly updated. I'm sorry for this inconvenience. Also... (Bonestrussle begins to play) FIRST ONE TO COME UP WITH THE IDEA Of MOMONGA BEING THE PROTAGANIST IN ONE PIECE APPARENTLY! IN YOUR FACES! (CACKLES MADLY IN VICTORY!)
I hope you enjoy the chapter however.
An Overlord's Holiday...
Unknown island
He was tempted to. He was really, really tempted to. But no. As overwhelming as the urge was, if the one responsible, assuming there was one, for his current predicament had some way of monitoring him he would most certainly not give him or her the satisfaction of seeing the Ainz Ool Goan, Ruler of Nazarick, the Sorcerer King, freaking out upon finding himself alone on an island in the middle of nowhere.
... he was so tempted to though!
"Ugh... as if once wasn't bad enough," Ainz mentally groaned to himself as he palmed his skeletal face before drawing it down to stare at the brilliantly lit ocean before him. If he glanced to either his left or right he would perfectly see the palm trees whose leaves were flirting with the edge of his peripheral vision. It was a lovely view though, that much he could admit without either condescension or a sense of snark to help relieve the weight he felt upon him. "Not to say I didn't appreciate having the backing of Nazarick with so many familiar faces at my side, but it doesn't make it any less jarring when crap like this happens."
"Alright, calm down you big baby," Momonga thought to himself in reprimand. "Let's just review how I got here... The Floor Guardians and I were in an emergency meeting within my throne room regarding a mysterious switch that had been randomly appearing within Nazarick. After getting up from my throne to ensure I had their full and undivided attention as I announced our countermeasures upon finding it, I sat back down... onto what briefly felt like a switch." Ainz groaned to himself as he agAinzt covered his face with his skeletal hand. "And now I'm here... wherever here is..." Silently he looked up to the peaceful scene before him once again. "Perhaps I'm overreacting. If I set aside the issue potential intruder skulking within Nazarick, is it fair to say I was teleported to another world? For all I know I've been displaced into a section of the world I found myself in after my initial jump. Probably one beyond any of their maps... or Nazarick's for that matter. Yet if that were true, shouldn't the communication skill work however despite my failed attempts? Then again, for all I know there is indeed a range limit that I nor anyone else knew about. It wasn't like we typically crossed worlds in YGGDRASIL that often, nor had that much reason to have communications between two worlds if it could be helped. At the very least I can't immediately recall anything off the top of my head about such issues."
Movement other than the palm leaves drew his attention to the water where what looked to be a grandly sized ship was passing by a fair distance from what he can only assume to be the island he was on; he wasn't like he devoted much time toward exploration before now. Maybe there was a town here that was waiting to be discovered? Perhaps. Either way it would be best if he donned a disguise. Considering the ship and the possibility of lookouts that may or may not saw him, he quickly turned around before reaching out for his personal storage space to retrieve the Mask of Greed. He also made sure to soon have the conjured image of mailed hands protruding out of his robes after he closed them up. Satisfied with his appearance he briefly considered whether or not to simply fly to the ship or to quickly scout out the island he was on, assuming of course it was indeed an island. In the end however he opted to simply draw their attention to himself with simple waving of the arms.
Though it seemed to take them awhile, after many a moment it seemed that someone had spotted him and in turn they began to lower a landing craft with a pair of crewman aboard.
XVX
Ballroom, Cruise ship Luxia, minutes before
"Captain!"
"Hm? What is it?"
As much as he didn't want to the captain veered his attention from one of the many guests aboard the ship to the crewman who ran up to him and snapped off a crisp salute. Alas, hobnobbing was all well and good but for all he knew this man, however unlikely, could very well be reporting that the rudder's chain was in sudden need of repairs, they were about the hit a reef because someone wasn't paying attention to their course or worse yet a suspicious vessel had been spotted. It wouldn't do if the clientele felt the least bit threatened or God forbid annoyed by something, never mind died under his watch if he could prevent it. He and the company that employed him would never see another affluent passenger again should the worse come to pass.
"Sir, we seem to have spotted what appears to be a man stranded upon an uninhabited island. Shall we bring him aboard?"
The captain snorted. "Are you sure it's uninhabited?"
"Yes sir!" the sailor announced. "Not only is the navigator certain that there are no towns or villages nearby on record but the crow's nest reports there is no sign of civilization anywhere on the island itself!"
"Hrmf..."
He couldn't help but doubt it. While far-fetched, it wasn't completely unheard of for someone to pose as a shipwreck survivor with the hopes of either enjoying at least the fringe luxuries afforded to the cruise ship's passengers or, worse yet, act as a spy for pirates or thieves. Then again it's entirely possible this situation, as he understood it at least, was what it appeared to be: a man lost at sea. It's not impossible his supposed stranded man had indeed suffered a shipwreck due to rogue weather or some other fault like ramming into a reef by accident. Heck, there was even a whirlpool nearby that he miraculously escaped from! That and there were pirates about here and there. Some of them even became more active since Don Krieg left for the Grand Line, thus increasing the likelihood of someone being stranded on an island either because they were robbed and left to die or likewise was forced to abandon ship to the relative safety of land.
"Inform the security detail first and send a boat to rescue him," the captain carefully stated so as to not sigh in front of his ship's guests.
"Aye sir!"
XVX
Luxia's deck, the present...
"I must thank you again. I wasn't sure for how much longer I would've been there had you not arrived."
"It's not a problem sir," a crewman laughed as he rubbed the back of his head in mild embarrassment. "I mean it would be kind of cruel to ignore someone stranded at sea without due cause at least," the man laughed awkwardly... especially upon realizing what he said to a complete stranger who, for all intents and purposes, was indeed stranded at sea... whether or not it was with due cause was something he'd rather not dwell on for both his sanity and his good faith.
"Hm, yes, it would. But I am thankful all the same," Ainz said...
"... says the guy who might've done such a thing in their position," he sighed solely to himself. "But it's no use thinking like that. The fact of the matter is that they went out of their way to aid me. That is all that matters."
"So, eh, tell me... if you don't mind me asking that is... how did you end up on that island to begin with?"
Ainz briefly paused at that as he pondered his response as he was freshly reminded of his circumstances despite its newness to him. "I guess I should be as vague as possible. Though they don't exactly appear to be a part of any of the kingdoms and empires I'm aware of, it's entirely possible I'm actually at the edge of the known world. That or they at least have some connections to allow word of mouth to travel back about my sudden appearance here if I didn't jump worlds."
"It's embarrassingly, really," Ainz half admitted. "It seems that an experiment I was conducting went awry."
The man blinked owlishly at him. "What sort of experiment stands someone on a random island in the East Blue?"
Between his bony face the mask which hidden it away, and whatever force which suppressed a great deal of his emotions Ainz was very much grateful he lacked any abrupt tell of any sort. He was also grateful that it was thanks to this virtually missing ability to freak out that he gained a fair amount of experience to play along with what is assumed to be common knowledge.
"Simple: I was testing teleportation magic imbued upon certain objects." From a certain point of view that was true... if someone was willing to twist the actual truth by a horrifically ludicrous extent just to appear to be in control when they certainly weren't by a long shot. But this sailor didn't need to know that... especially considering his face was scrunched up in incredulity.
"I'm sorry, magic? As in, uh, waving your fingers and making stuff happen out of thin air magic?"
If anyone was able to see it and paid particularly close attention they would've seen the red ghost lights that made up his eyes briefly dim out of view in befuddlement. "... oooookay..."
"Well, that's a crude way of putting it but I suppose that description is as apt as any."
"Particularly amongst the young mage trainees I managed observed in the Baharuth Empire... By his reaction though am I to assume then that magic isn't as widely known throughout the world as I previously thought? It's not impossible I suppose. I mean if I looked at it from his perspective, if I hadn't been transported from Yggdrasil to the New World I would be wary at best too."
"Ah, right. Whatever you say, sir. Uh, allow me to escort you to a spare cabin you can use till we make port."
"I am thankful. Please, lead the—"
"PIRATES!" a crewman abruptly bellowed from the crow's nest.
KraK—sshhhhh—KABOOM!
Everyone jumped. Even Ainz jolted in surprise even if it didn't looked like it thanks to all of his robes. Even so he glanced over to the towering columns of water that surrounded both sides of the very ship he was on. Before long more spires of water sprouted up as even more cannonballs came screaming toward the ship, only a few of which actually striking it.
Amidst this chaos of splintering wood and panicking men diving for the relative safety of the ship's depths however Ainz, rather than even hesitate to join them, simply sauntered to the edge of the ship most relevant to the approaching pirate ship.
"Cannons? Here? Then again they were more prominent in nautical areas back in YGGDRASIL. Now that I think about it, technologically speaking the coastal areas were relatively more advance in comparison to everything else barring a few exceptions. Could the principle be the same here as well?"
With a experimental hum to himself Ainz raised a finger and gathered enough energy to let loose a bolt at an incoming cannonball. Much to his expectations and satisfaction the cannonball was annihilated long before it could either hit the ship or even slam into the water like so many of its contemporaries. Sadly he couldn't test out how he would managed should one of them actually hit him; they were weren't coming close enough for him to even bother intercepting. He didn't even bother himself to even muster an excuse seeing as the outright gaudy pirate ship approached with an almost disturbing swiftness...
"... it looks like something a ten year old girl would've made..." While it would be almost hypocritical to fault someone for their sense of style and preferences, there was a limit... and he had personally both seen and raided the Kitty Kingdom back in the day which was saying a lot. Honestly... kudos for being heteromorphics like his guild but there are only so many cat motifs one can handle. Actually now that he was unfortunately thinking about it the Love Boat of a pirate ship isn't as nauseating as Kitty Kingdom's base. He wasn't sure if he should be comforted by that.
At any rate the pirate ship had not only stopped firing but came to a stop, or perhaps rather surprisingly control its speed to match that of the ship he was on, at the side of the vessel Ainz had boarded. Even from his currently limited view which he actively sought to correct with a barely brisk pace he saw grappling lines being shot out from the pink heart laden ship and ensnaring themselves along the railing. Not even a moment later after the barking of what he presumed to be the captain a horde of pirates either skillfully ran up these mooring lines or else made use of the loose lines from their rigging to board the liner. That simply wouldn't do considering these people were attacking those who deigned to help him as a courtesy. As such the Master of Nazarick was rather quick to stand between the raiders and the quickest point of access to the ship proper. Seeing as he had time to spare he reached into his personal inventory and retrieved the walking stick he made use of the last time he went without the staff of Ainz Ool Goan. Upon seeing he had a few seconds to spare he decided to give his staff a quick inspec—oh! How careless of him. There was still a little bit of blood from that ogre he killed. He couldn't help but feel both embarrassed and rather silly for missing that the first time he cleaned this.
"DIE!"
THWACK!
Sadly that small piece of maintenance would have to wait. Blood or no he would make do with his prop to the best of his ability. Who knows, it might even help with the 'negotiations' considering it was now mingled with the blood of another whom flopped onto the deck and crashed into the railing, never to rise again. Regardless of the 'decorations' the undisputed display of power and brutality was enough to halt the advance of the current group. Those that hadn't witnessed the death of their comrade however by virtue of just arriving were forced to stop in confusion.
CRASH!
Barring a severely large and overweight woman armed with an iron club of course. The cabin-like structure she landed on stood no chance nor was even spared a second glance as she stomped out of it, her head swiveling to and fro and her lips peeled back in a sneer at seeing the idling pirates around her.
"What's the matter with all of you?!" she snapped at them, easily drawing their attention to her. "He's just one man!"
"B-but he just killed Bruno with one hit! From a cane no less!"
The evident leader scowled as she looked to Ainz who for all intents and purposes was simply leaning on his cane in front of him as he observed him. Had he an eyebrow it would've been raised in curiosity. She then glanced over to the corpse. With a huff of gruff acknowledgement she lifted her club from its temporary resting place—
CLONG!
—and practically beheaded a pirate who had the misfortune of being within the weapon's reach. What was left of his head splattered along the deck, either still attached to its body like tenderized jerky or in bits and pieces, namely teeth and what looked to be bits of bone from Ainz's vantage point.
"So can I," she roughly stated as both a threat and a fact. "Now would you rather deal with him, or would you like me to practice my swings on your skulls?"
"... REAAAAARGH!"
Fear, an excellent motivator across all spectrums... sadly it dashed whatever interest he had in negotiating with these pirates for his own edification; torturing ruffians made for less awkward and careful planning and directing than with someone he had no iota of a reason to at act against with. Though perhaps he could save the leader for last. Yes. That should do rather nicely for his purposes.
With his mind made up Ainz calmly lifted one gauntlet hand and pointed a finger to the wave of human bodies. A simple AoE spell should do. Nothing too crazy of course. He never had much need for concern about his surroundings before now beyond mundane curiosity after dealing with that fiasco that befallen Shalltear.
"Death's March."
From its focal point a wave of bobbing and weaving ribbon-like bolts of darkness headed by demonic hungering mouths lashed out. As it had with the many enemies that came before him these poor souls didn't stand even a shadow of a chance once struck. Almost as one the entire mob fell onto the deck to never stir again, leaving only the gigantic woman to gawk at the entire scene, her spiked iron club nearly threatening to slip from her slack grip. Correction actually, it seemed he missed one other pirate, albeit without intent. The poor boy looked ready to wet himself from his spot behind the oversized pirate. That certainly makes things more convenient should he accidently take things too far with his intended victim too soon.
"De-de-de-devil... fruit?" the woman gasped.
Devil Fruit? And here he thought he would be retrieving relevant geographical and political information.
"Magic actually," Ainz spoke up at last. "I'm afraid I have no knowledge of these devil fruits you speak of."
"Bullshit!" the pirate roared, her fire restored and her club now pointed as threateningly as possible at him. "As if some trick of the eyes is enough to kill my men! I'll teach you to screw with me!"
With a bellow she charged at him much like her men did not even a minute before. Unlike before he didn't bother to so much as raise his hand in his defense once again, instead he let it rest atop of the cane as he leisurely waited for her to come within grabbing distance under her own volition. Soon enough she was upon him and hammering away at him as if she could either knock his head off or else hammer him into the deck. She might've succeeded with the later with time if she solely focused on that. But sadly for her stronger had tried and stronger had failed to so much as scratch him. It was a fact that she seemed to ignore up till her fifteenth blow which struck his head and shoulder. By her thirtieth strike she was staggering back by half a step and wheezing rather fiercely both in a dire need for air as well as in shock as she was gradually forced to realize that Ainz hadn't so much as twitched since her assault began.
"Wh-what a-a-are you?" she gasped as she took another half step. The act alone nearly threatened to topple her due to having spent the majority of her efforts in futile pursuit of causing him harm. She however found the strength to take a third and greater step when Ainz humored her with a dark chuckle.
"Who am I? I almost find that insulting. But then again I suppose it does go to show that I have a great deal more work to do in order to spread my name to every corner of the globe. As such allow me to enlighten you. I am the Sorcerer King of the Sorcerer Kingdom." She stagger back another step as he made a pronounced one of his own. "I am the lord of Life and Death." Step-Step. "I am the master of the Great Tomb of Nazarick."
"St-stay away from meHEE—!"
She was denied any further retreat when the living skeleton lunged forth, grasped her by the collar of her shirt and effortlessly lifted her up. When she took a wild swing of her club at his head once more Ainz finally deigned to acknowledge it by countering it with a blow from his cane. She could only gap in horror as the simple nobles' stick smashed through it and sundered it beyond repair.
"I," Ainz announced as if he hadn't been interrupted in the slightest by the squirming woman in his grasp, "Am. Ainz. Ool. Goan."
"And I have some need of your services, such as they are. Would to be so kind as to indulge me?"
A/N: I'll be honest, when I wrote this chapter I was kind of going to kill Luffy off as something of plot justification as well as a sick joke on my part much like I did with Self Proclaimed Bandits. Then another idea hit me... do I have to? Do I have to stick Ainz into Luffy's spot as opposed to going with an OC (by relativity) crew?
I also had another thought, why not let you, the readers decide. Let Ainz essentially take over the Straw Hat Pirates (effectively wiping them out of existence seeing as Luffy wouldn't start them), or go about his own merry way in an attempt to get back home?
Polls will be ending on December 11, 2019.
At any rate I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Edit (11/13/2019): While I'm not objecting to the act of reviews to state your opinions and the like, I'm not counting reviews as votes. The link to the poll should be on my profile page.
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