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Let me clear some stuff in here. Everyone in the Narutoverse, to some degree has chakra since its spread by Hagoromo. Chakra is generated within chakra coils that are attached/linked/surround the chakra producing organs and chakra has a mental (seishin) and physical (shintai) energy aspect to it. We also know that there is additional natural energy that sages, some animals and some monks can use. Some who have adequately large and functioning (except for Lee) coils, intelligence and skill can become shinobi after years of arduous training starting at a very young age.

Now, Momonga of course had none of this stuff in Yggdrasil. However, he was "reborn" by sucking the energies, therefore, chakra of hundreds of people in the Jashin Temple. I think you all can see where I am going with this. Logically, the mana system and the Chakra systems do not make sense together. But the summoning basically molded Momonga into a chakra user with a single huge chakra coil residing in the middle of his torso. The large red orb. If you want an example, you can compare it to the chakra heart that Sasori had. Incidentally, he can theoretically cast both Yggdrasil spells and jutsus.

His immense mana pool now also acts as his chakra reserves. We will see what will become of this.

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Was it his fault? All the dead bodies that littered the ground… No, of course not. He was playing his favorite game for god's sake! Then all of a sudden he had found himself dragged into that temple. More likely than not, it was those people's fault that now he was his in-game character and they were all dead. Well, mostly. The surviving monks had died due to Despair Aura V when he had unknowingly activated it. Momonga silently congratulated himself since he had figured it out before killing the two sole survivors. That was the only reason the Overlord had overcome his anxiety and paranoia, bringing himself to step outside of the temple. He recalled two days ago, when he had come to this world, the world of shinobi…

He approached to the only two remaining survivors of the incident which killed off the entire western Way of Jashin cult. The figures rattled in terror underneath their black robes. Heads tilted down, their eyes looking anxiously just beneath the tip of the hoods of their robes. In front of them was a deity that was as evil as deities come. Jashin himself.

Rikuto felt that him and Kichirou were the unluckiest shinobi in the entire elemental nations. After a swift ascension to Jonin, they both had become part of the Iwagakure shadow corps (equivalent to ANBU). It just had to be their first official mission that put him and his friend Kichirou six feet underground. As two newbies, they had master Daiki, a veteran shinobi, as the team leader. Unfortunately, he was waiting for their report outside the tunnels that stretched far away from the temple hall. No, he should be happy that master was not here. At least there was a chance death was not going to meet the old man tonight.

Along with Kichi, they looked up and watched as Jashin approached them. Rikuto felt that his brain had cut off from his body. Now, he could even see some faint, transparent shapes orbiting around Jashin. Their agonized visages let out silent screams.

'Come on silly, DO SOMETHING!' No good, his body was tensed and unresponsive. Next to him, Kichi did not fare any better. All he could do was to survive just a little bit longer, listening to the rhythmic thumps of his heart. Step. Step. Jashin moved smoothly over the lifeless bodies.

Now just a couple feet away. Jashin stopped and spoke…

Momonga looked at the duo while trying to gather his courage.

"Umu…" This was sooo hard…

Seconds passed as the fearsome personification of death kept his silence. Momonga face palmed in his mind. This situation was a mix of awkward and terrifying, complex beyond his wildest dreams. But he knew he had to say something…

'Well, I AM a terrifying Overlord now. Maybe if I act my part, I can learn where I am and what the heck I should be doing next. Let's try again.' He deepened his voice and cleaned his non-existent throat.

"Ehem… Behold you lowly beings!' His voiced echoed in the hall, making both shinobi jump up. 'I Momonga, have descended on this realm after hearing your pleas!"

Trying to control his shaking body, Rikuto exchanged glances with Kichi who seemed equally confused. Was this not Jashin?! Did these zealots bring another evil deity to this world?!

Couple feet away, Momonga cringed internally. 'Ugh, that was so embarrassing! To act and deceive when the ground around me is littered with corpses… Kami-sama if you exist, please forgive me!' Still, he had to learn more about this world and there was no point in dropping the act now.

"Speak, where have I been summoned to? Who are thou, my faithful believers? Tell me all, and you will be rewarded!"

Rikuto felt cold spread through his stomach. They were asked to disclose information. As part of the Tsucigakure Shadow Corps, both knew very well what that meant. Neither of them were going to help this abomination in anyway. He was sure that if they did not comply, they will be forced. For a brief second, he cleaned his conscience of any regrets then glanced at Kichi whose thoughts could be read from his eyes. They both knew what to do. He looked back at the monster called Momonga. 'Rewards from you? No thanks.'

Rikuto and Kichi directed their chakra into the seal located inside their cheeks.

All Momonga could do was scream inwardly and get calmed down again and again by his passive as the bodies lifelessly slumped forward.

'Noooo! What the heck?! Did I activate despair aura again?! Why would they die?! Come on I need you guys!' Only possible answer was that they had killed themselves and that really hurt the Overlord's feelings. 'They didn't even hear me out…'

After couple minutes of inwardly crying or trying to cry and get suppressed, a new idea came to his mind.

'Is it still there?'

One of his skeletal hands slowly reached into the air and disappeared into a black void. 'Yes!'

Momonga held his breath as he thought about the item he wished to get from his inventory. Promptly afterwards, his bony hand closed around a wand of resurrection.

'This time, I will use spells so they can't hurt themselves. If despair aura works, other spells should work too…'

The first man he tried the wand on resisted resurrection. The second one though, opened his eyes with a confused look on his face.

'YES!' Momonga screamed triumphantly in his mind and immediately casted a species control spell. He noticed for a second that more mana had drained because of the spell than in Yggdrasil but quickly forgot about it. It was time to learn.

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Momonga had been walking away from the mountain range towards the border of Tsuchi no Kuni. He had no intention to stay in that place. Not necessarily because all the dead were freaking him out, but more so he was freaking out because all the dead were not freaking him out. Currently what Momonga was scared of the most was the sudden change that his flimsy 35-year-old body had went through. It would be naïve to think that Suzuki Satoru's mind was preserved when his entire body was not. maybe with time he would forget about being Suzuki Satoru all together, becoming a true Overlord that despises life. A harbinger of death.

He tried to disperse his gloomy thought by trying to remember as much about his time back in Japan. Though it hasn't even been a day, it felt like a life time ago. It still did not help much. No real friends, girlfriend nor family. His only companions were the fellow guild members of the world renown guild Ainz Ooal Gown. His only children were the NPCs that they so painstakingly created, donning them with the rarest equipment. The place he felt at home the most was when he sat on his throne on the 10th floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, as the proud guild leader. None of them was here now. Only the character he had created through hardcore gaming, using retirement savings, a large chunk of his monthly salary, blood, sweat and tears was left.

'Maybe this isn't so bad.' Momonga had made the undercover ninja talk about pretty much everything he could come up with and ask. It had taken him over six hours to run out of questions. Afterwards, he had begun to realize that discovering this new world could actually be quite the adventure. He had no idea what had happened to him but what of it? If what happened had happened, and what was done was done; why would he not just make the best of his future in this world?

'I want things to go differently this time. I am not longer anxious around people; my emotion suppression kicks in. I am not longer insignificant; I am a flipping OVERLORD. There is no reason for me to be afraid. This time, I don't want to be pushed around so much that I can only find solace when I am in my room alone. I want to change myself. I want to change the world.'

The undead shinobi fixed his disguise and kept walking.

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His fists paled as he squeezed them. The veteran shinobi couldn't help but tremble in rage and confusion. The ground was littered with dead bodies, from the front to the back of the hall. Hundreds. And below his feet, his two pupils laid still. He had been a Jonin for over twenty years and part of the shadow corps for ten, but he had never seen such a massacre nor he had felt such anguish.

Due to his shock it took him a while to realize one of the brats wasn't dead.

"KICHIROU!" He knelt next to his pupil. Gently slapping the young shinobi's cheek as he held his head. Kichirou slowly opened his eyes. His face was sour and extremely pale. It was hard to believe that the kid was still alive.

"M-master Daiki…" Kichirou paused as his eyes slowly glanced around. "How is Rikuto?"

Daiki pursed his lips and lowered his head. "Dead." It was a god damn hard word to say.

"Whatever has happened here Kichirou, you need to report it to Iwagakure. This is bad news, very bad news indeed." He looked at the weird prints that went towards the tunnels while clenching his teeth.

Kichirou looked at him with confusion in his eyes. They were also cloudy with sadness. "I-I remember they were chanting…some kind of ritual…but I don't remember. I don't remember anything else Master Daiki…"

'Some kind of memory loss? Was he out before Rikuto died?' Daiki was not sure, but that put all the more importance to tracking whoever it was that had left this temple alive.

"Still, you know more than I do Kichirou, and this cannot wait." Veteran shinobi raised his grieving pupil to his feet. "You will go, and report what has happened directly to Tsuchikage Onoki; and I…" Daiki's massive fists clenched hard enough to draw blood from his palms. His white beard quivered.

"I will do some tracking."

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As always, let me know what you think. I would like to write longer chapters but sadly I do not have time to write 10k long chapters weekly or even twice a week. Regardless, let me now if you would like quicker updates or longer chapters. If you have ideas about this story, don't be afraid to pm me or drop a comment so that I may selfishly use it for inspiration :^)

Until next time.