When midnight struck and the transference occurred, it wasn't the sudden rush of godlike power coursing through his nerves or the return of his extremities and senses that hinted at his arrival in the fantastical world. Instead, it was the change in his fundamental makeup, as undesirable aspects of his being gave way to artificial epiphanies, enlightenments, and wisdom profound in essence.
"Fuck yeah!"
He found himself shouting, anticipation and anxiety bleeding out of his heart and giving way to much softer emotions. Laughter bubbled in his throat, and his eyes moistened with tears of palliative excitement…
The large room stopped his lapse in etiquette from being heard by those beyond its walls, grander enchantment having been installed with the design.
…unspeakable deeds were done, and innocent lives and hopeful dreams were stolen. However, as he stood in this world, more beautiful than both of his previous ones, he couldn't help but feel that the price he had paid was far too cheap.
The guilt of taking an innocent life was gone, for what was an innocent life in exchange for a whole race? Multiple races?
Nothing!
Not too lost in his jubilation, he prepared orders and a Message spell, the cast of the magic as fluent as breathing.
It took a second for his Advisor and Right Hand to heed his call.
«My Lord!»
The effects of the transfer were already evident, with the background filled with shouts and rapid movements.
«Demiurge, put the lands on high alert and instruct all nonessential personnel and residents to return to their homes and apartments. Have Cocytus and a quarter of the guard forces patrol the surface until we can confirm that we are not in hostile territory.»
The words came easy and natural, as if rehearsed a thousand times. It should be midnight so the residents shouldn't be a bother.
«I will see to your command, Lord!»
The Message cut off and connected to the next targets.
«Aura, Mare, I need the both of you and the dragons in the skies of the surface land, have your World Items equipped. If you encounter any unidentifiable dragons, send me an immediate message before engaging.»
«Aye aye!»
Once again the connection cut before settling on another target.
«Lord Liaqen, where are you? The guards cannot locate you, and the Lady is growing increasingly anxious in your absence.»
«Sebas, put the palace on red alert and ensure Albedo is kept secure within the upper floors. Assign the Pleiades to guard her closely and prevent any reckless actions on her part.»
«But Lor—»
«I'm within the Palace, within the Throne Room. I told the guards by the doors to not disturb me, now be on with your work.»
He took a breath and let a moment pass before letting out an exhale. Initial orders were out, though many still awaited…
He summoned a mirror with a wave of his hand, retrieving the item from the depths of his Inventory where various unsorted items awaited.
Large and expansive, the mirror hovered in front of him, offering a flawless reflection of his astonishing image that now possessed a hint of tangible realism.
Gazing at the magnificent sight of his golden eyes, long wavy white hair, and elongated ears adorned with earrings and rings made of rare metals and precious gemstones, he experienced a sense of completeness that his previous form had lacked.
His senses adjusted, and an uncanny sense of familiarity washed over him. It wasn't as if he had completely lost his identity; rather, it felt like looking at his self from just a minute ago with a similar detachment one might feel when reflecting on their childhood self.
There was much he could have done better, and some mistakes he shouldn't have been victim to…
He summoned a paper note from his personal space once more:
Wife/ Queen: Albedo Liaqen
• Professional Skills.
Administrative Genius.
Politically Adept.
Task Manager.
Leadership.
• Characteristics.
Intellectual.
Ambitious and Vain.
Nurturing.
Possessive and Obsessive.
Highly Sexual.
Competitive.
Hopelessly In Love with Arathorn Liaqen.
• Charm.
Emotionally Manipulative.
Outlandishly Beautiful.
Regal and Graceful.
But such was the way of growth.
'Perhaps keeping possessive and obsessive wasn't such a good idea, especially in situations like this,' he pondered, as he exerted precise control over raw mana, obliterating the paper note.
Nevertheless, it presented an opportunity to experience genuine love from an incredibly beautiful woman, one with a heart as beautiful as her outward appearance. He had made significant alterations to her biological makeup, enhancing her genetic attributes and fertility.
He reached for another note:
Husband/ King: Arathorn Liaqen
• Professional Skills.
Judicious.
Administrative Genius.
Rulership.
Adaptive Genius.
• Characteristics.
Extremely Loyal.
Intellectual.
Commanding.
Hopelessly in Love with (wife) Albedo Liaqen.
Mildly Pragmatic.
Observant (humanoid emotes).
Ambitious and Proud.
Highly Sexual.
• Charm.
Charismatic.
Sympathetic.
Incredibly Handsome.
Regal and Graceful.
Anything for his future kids…
What was prowling around with countless women in the presence of true love? From where he was standing, it seemed quite obvious to choose true love…though the influence was already too deep to entertain any other options.
Another flex at his Mana Control found him one note shorter.
Arathorn Liaqen, the name he had chosen to replace his former ones, rose from the Throne imbued with the essence of primordial power. A satisfied smile blossomed on his lips, revealing a set of pearly white teeth in the grand halls adorned with white and golden splendor.
Gone was the aesthetic of Ainz Ooal Gown, replaced by a unique image of his own creation. It wasn't just the throne room that he had remodeled, but every single aspect of the guild, with only a few ironic touches left intact.
A month was a long time after all, and with disturbing dedication, one could achieve much in creating their dream realm in a virtual world, a guild was certainly no challenge.
He closed his golden eyes, flexing his new muscles and harnessing his ethereal might, sensing the multiple forces pulling at him from the energies he had connected himself to through his physical and metaphysical composition.
When he opened them again, glowing green had replaced gold as the mystic energies of this world gained colour through his True Gaze of his bloodline trait.
Pure Energy was ever changing, ready to take on whatever form one might want of it.
Arcanic Mana was reddish blue in colour, dancing mesmerisingly in abundance in the Throne Room.
Natural Mana was green, the refreshing hue of nature as it wrapped gently around him as it bled from the green lands of the forests.
And then there was World Energy, which was a white pulse unlike Light Mana.
'Alas it seems flavour text has a limit in what it could achieve.' It wasn't much a surprise that, unless a connection to something that was already pre-existing, it seemed bio input could only achieve minimal effects.
True Gaze was now an ability that was a sub-function of Mana Sight, and ability he had attached to his bloodline. And though he didn't inherit the ability to naturally wield World Energy, his current eyes could perceive the energy just well.
Arathron sighed, deactivating the enhanced vision bestowed upon his eyes and restoring them to their normal state. Disregarding the colossal sphere of pulsating World Energy behind him, he focused on re-evaluating his plans for the future.
The mirror trailed him as he descended the stairs, reflecting the rustling of his long black coat of fine make… Finding little need for the reflector, he contemplated whether he should just disintegrate it or return it to his Inventory.
He shrugged and willed the spatial rift of his Inventory to appear behind him, beckoning the item to return from whence it came.
The mere fact that it heeded his unvocalised requests meant it was unique enough to not be lost to destructive magic.
As his feet tapped against the pristine marble floor in accord to his steps, Arathron lost temporary awareness as wonders and expectations of the lands beyond the influence of Nazarick took his mind.
Were the nations and kingdoms still aligned with their depictions in the light novels? His sole desire was for Ainz Ooal Gown to maintain its canonical existence until he claimed it for himself. He coveted the items and resources it possessed, along with his knowledge of its spawning location and the terrain surrounding it.
The mere fact that he had achieved his primary objective meant that his ambition to create a kingdom of his own was already underway.
The vastness of YGGDRASIL was such that a player could basically be anything. And with the amount of guild points a dungeon type guild like Ainz Ooal Gown had, even a king.
That was why Amata disgusted him, despite all these resources and information at the tips of his hands, he still wanted the guild to transfer as little more than a game-like military force fill with disgusting creatures who saw his own race— albeit former— as little more than insects.
The bastard wanted to live the adventure of Overlord with him as some "smirking" wise guy who saw through everyone's hidden motives.
'Such foolery.'
Like hell Arathron was going to let someone like that set foot in this reality.
The Guild of Ainz Ooal Gown, along with its abhorrent, human-hating monsters, had vanished, giving way to the realm known as the Lands of Nazarick. Now, this domain was under the rule of Arathron Liaqen, the High Elven King and son of the renowned Elven Hero Flardryn Liaqen and Princess Anneliese.
It was an ache in his heart, the profound reality of parents who had never truly existed. Yet, their presence felt undeniably real to his new self. Flardryn, a remarkable father, had imparted upon him invaluable lessons in swordsmanship, leadership, and the essence of being an honorable man.
Anneliese, with her flowing white hair and captivating purple eyes, had been a paragon of kindness and affection. Despite being the most formidable magician within her royal lineage, she found joy in gentle pursuits and the wonders of nature. She would sing and dance, often expressing her lament over never having given birth to a daughter.
That had been until Albedo was discovered, a unique being of both Angelic and Elven lineage. Anneliese often referred to her as a divine gift. Arathron had never witnessed his mother being happier, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy towards his now-wife, as she had achieved what he, her biological son, had failed to accomplish.
And then the war against the Great Other came, resulting in the loss of his parents and half of the subjects and soldiers of Nazarick in the gruesome battles…
Arathron shook his head, dismissing those memories and the hurt they brought to his heart.
'Nothing like a bit of tragedy to bring people together, ha?' He thought with amusement that didn't quite evoke humour within him.
Albedo's worry was probably born from the unresolved issues of his parents lost— they were much hers as they were his— and the commotion from the guards and current situation.
Guess his destination was decided….
As he approached the doors, they swung open on their own accord, revealing a line of knights bowing in deference, with the captivating figure of Shalltear standing gracefully before them. She was dressed in a stunning gown adorned with shades of red and black, with her own head tilted in a bow.
"Your Majesty…"
The Saint: And this was the entrance into the new world, and the new formation of Nazarick. It's not a guild, there's no Supreme Beings and Guardians. It's a fiefdom spread through the floors, many of the denizens are just ordinary people (humans, elves, dwarfs, dragonoids and exceptions like doppelgangers) with some enhancement in their biology. Despite the names, many of the characters aren't what they were or even combat capable. Albedo is certainly a noncombatant. Mare isn't a crossdressing weirdo, and Demiurge isn't some sadist demon with a twisted sense of efficiency.
And no, this Nazarick is just as strong, though with less level 100s as the point were spent more in quantity (and future investments) rather than a few dozen qualities.
Wish-Fulfilment will be limited to fuckin' Albedo (as my pfp could attest) and some fluff romance among other characters.
Was I unpredictable enough? I know for certain I wouldn't choose to teleport with Nazarick as it was if I were in the MC's place. I'm a fuckin' human supremacist through and through… no nightmarish monsters.
We will be staying with Nazarick for a while, get to know the main characters and their personalities.
Anyway, provide criticism and feedback— which minor character do you want to see? Keep in mind that history isn't the same as canon, so some characters will not exist, example: no Evileye. There, I said it!
Bye bye!