The mistakes wrought from an old dragon's greed has been pulling unwilling victims from their world. Observing this mistake, the Universe sends a man destined to die to right this ancient wrong in exchange for a second chance at life. However, that's easier said than done when you're a human in a world full of the inhuman. (Takes place before the main events of the New World)

Revan also known as Soichiro Kuzuki was a Lv100 Ascended Seraph in the game of Yggdrasil, having been working as a Solo Player for a long while, has appeared in the new world with Two NPCs at his side but having been teleported in a world untainted by filth and poison, has decided to go easy, to work for a peaceful life as the owner of a Magic Items Shop yet problems seem to come.

32 year old Zevrik had just graduated to become a doctor, but he had suddenly contracted coronavirus. He was slightly devastated at first, but he quickly got rid of that feeling, instead, he became even calmer than he was before. Why? Well, the reason was that he was curious of what happened after death. Pretty crazy, right?

Blazing embers reflected on crystal orbs, a falling star was asked a simple request. “Please help me” One need not scour the Great forest of Evasha in order to come across the same wish scattered amongst thousands of souls, desperately clinging to a desolate hope they know will never come. And yet, in a day like any other one of these stars answered.

All enemy felled, all power gathered. Eons has passed since Sorcerous Kingdom achieve world dominance and build the Utopia. No matter the race or needs - all those under Ainz Ooul Gown will be forever happy. All others will pay for it.

Surshana Sisters undergoing some special training to become worthy of their rank in SK Adventure Guild hierarchy. (This tiny fic was written in a couple of evenings for those like myself, who need a fix of their daily VS while the story is drying out "Beast men Heroes" arc. Which will probably be very good once it finally over]:) Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it.

Cien años después de los sucesos de Overlord, sigue la travesía del hijo del Capitán de la escritura negra, Lugh y su búsqueda por destruir al asesino de su padre, el todo poderosos Rey Hechicero Ainz Oal Gown.

Mistakes were made, Demiurge's plan suffer a few surprises, Ainz's luck runs out and, all of a sudden, Neia Baraja finds herself not that impressed with the Sorcerer Kingdom. Volume 12 cannon divergent and AU.

To regain a fraction of his humanity, Ainz attempts to create a spell capable of countering his emotion suppressor: but the incantation is more potent than expected, and Suzuki Satoru finds himself irreversibly restored, in the flesh! As more and more people find out and misinterpret the transformation's purpose, will Ainz be able to uphold his façade as the infallible Overlord?

[AU] This is the story of the Arch-Devil Tri'ade Lord of Nazarick. Set in an alternative history of the story of Overlord. A history where Momonga mysteriously left the guild before its collapse and Tri'ade took up the mantle of Guild Master. It is up to Tri'ade now to lead Nazarick in the New World after overseeing the decline of his Guild.

A crackfic for laughs, just enjoy it.

After reflecting in death a scientist and scholar has a chance to go to the overlord world and he sees this as his chance to finally reach the stars and fulfill his ambitions, with the exploitation of wishes, red text, and good ole bribery our protagonist sets himself up for the long haul, building his own guild, and NPC's to support his exploration of the new world and beyond.

Who am I meant to be? Why is my life the way that it is? Mom said never play the hero and just accept the calm stableness of a simpler life. But simple won't help me protect her or my home so I must disobey her. I hope she'll understand. Artwork by m o n o c h r o m e。. **Disclaimer: Contains unethical sexual preferences.**

Instead of being sent to a world of Fantasy and Magic, Momonga and all of Nazarick, was instead sent somewhere where the beautiful nature and fresh wildlife, was replaced with pollution, corruption, and no beauty... (I Own Nothing)

The night that demon, Jaldabaoth, attacked the city of E-Rantel. The night the wall of flames rose. The night i fell in love with her. She was fighting fiercy agains the strongest adventurer group, Blue Roses. At the start i was just spectating, stunned. But when her mask fell off, my heart started beating in a way it never did before.

Just something family friendly, also I had a moment of Mama Fevers, hehe (I Own Nothing)

But to wrap one's mind around the significance of this insignificant moment… One must view the moment./ Touch Me has a younger sister. Her avatar a rarity in Yggdrasil and priceless gem within the Tomb. But don't think she's anything like her brother. She would just as quickly drown you in sand as she'd stitch you with hope. ( rating will change... soon) (Crossposted AO3)

Momonga was transported to the New World alongside the Great Tomb of Nazarick. The tomb was suspended in time, yet Momonga was miraculously able to have his own little adventure. Awaiting the moment his home to be freed, he continued to refine himself, aiming to realise his one and only wish, to reunite the members of Ainz Ooal Gown!

Having arrived in the New World with his City-Eversweet, Vehuel, Seraph of Audacity, must discover, explore and maybe even conquer this world filled to the brim with monsters and wicked men. The Great Harbor of Istannice must contend with oddities without, and ambitions from within, but even amidst this turmoil and strife, a not so unfamiliar evil rises in lands undiscovered.

The Great Tomb of Nazarick emerges into the New World, bearing with it more Players than have ever arrived during an Advent of the Gods, all of whom are the pinnacle of hardcore gamers. There are role players, min-max specialists, and PKK strategists. Builders, explorers, dreamers and more; Ainz Ooal Gown has them all, and this time there are eleven of them. A new grind begins.

Sir Litzelot, who was a solo role Player, stayed on. After the first shocks he started his journey. Nazarick arrives later. How will Nazarick and Sir Litzelot react to each other? ( First fanfiction so please do not be to harsh, English is also not my native language) rating M because I do not know how the story will develope. I want to revise the idea)

Two months have passed since Sitri, the Lustful Warrior, was transported to the New World. His travels lead him to the city of E-Naeurl, where he encounters the women of Four Armaments. (There's no frilling this up, this is just an excuse for an OC X Scama Lemon with some plot thrown in too!)

Test Story, silahkan dibaca lalu dinilai.

Todos pueden ser felices menos ella, ¿por qué? Fue lo que una vez se preguntó, ¿por qué debo vivir de esta forma? Esas preguntas la acompañarían hasta el día de su muerte, solo un pequeño atisbo de esperanza podrían sacarla de su abismo y permitirle vivir la vida que siempre deseó. La felicidad lo es todo, y no es egoísta querer serlo, ¿pero qué precio pagarías por esa felicidad?

VMMORPG. Check. Isekai. Check. A Guild filled to the brim with insanity, meme's and copious amounts of Yorkshire blend tea. Check. How about the fact said Guild just so happens to be one of the strongest naval Guilds existence, or the fact we're absolute tyrant merchant's sailing the high seas. Fear us for we are the Six Oceans Yorkshire Tea Company. All Your Tea Are Belong To Us.