Volume 1, Chapter 1 : And so it began...

Arc : Prologue-Arrival

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Grand Square of Primis, Regnum Dei...


Forty-one Primordials met in the Grand Square of Primis, the capital of Regnum Dei within the First Realm, each accompanied by their two most devoted Retainers, to discuss how to handle a planet that may soon be threatened in its delicate balance.

Without a consensus on the best course of action, hours have passed. Every breath was audible in the quiet square. The fighting between their masters scared and alarmed all of the retainers. Debate after debate, lasting for hours on end, produced nothing except more stillness. Four full days of conversation have gone by in this loop. The retainers grew increasingly restless, their worry evident in their eyes as they watched their masters engage in heated arguments. The tension in the square became palpable, with each passing day only deepening the sense of urgency and uncertainty surrounding the planet's fate.

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"Hmm. I assume this is the most sensible course of action?".

"Well, it's either this or 'that.".

"Can't we discuss this further? Surely this is not the only way to solve this problem".

"Oh, come on! We've been through this enough times already! At least with the first option, the damage won't be as big as with the other option. Sister, you know as well as I do that this is the better option for mortals in the long run. We can't afford to waste any more time debating when their future is at stake. Let's trust our judgement and proceed with the first option."

"Many people will die, but many more will live to make the world a better place to live tomorrow and the day after that. Sacrifices must be made for the greater good, and this is one of those times. We have to think about the long-term benefits and the potential for a brighter future for everyone involved."

"I concur that, however horrible it is, we must set them right; otherwise, they will all die by their own hands, and the consequences will be even more devastating. It is our responsibility to intervene and find a solution that can prevent such a tragedy. We cannot afford to ignore the signs and let them suffer in silence. Let's take action now and offer them the support they desperately need."

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A minute of silence was observed. Those in attendance understood that whichever decision they made would influence the fate of countless mortals living on a faraway globe. The fate of these humans would be decided by the 41 individuals in that room. The weight of responsibility hung heavy in the air as they deliberated on the best course of action. They knew that their decision would shape the future and determine whether hope or despair would prevail for those in need.

Finally, a voice spoke to the 40, a perfectly impartial mediator, for he alone could carry a burden no one else could. Momonga, the first Primordial of Life and Death, desired an immediate resolution because the crisis had lasted far too long for them to continue without a clear direction. As the discussions unfolded, it became evident that the stakes were higher than anyone had anticipated, and the pressure on Momonga to make the right choice intensified. With every passing moment, the weight of the responsibility grew heavier, urging them to find a solution that would bring relief and restore hope to those in desperate need.

"Those who are in favour?"

Thirty-seven hands were raised. Those who are not in favour can only sigh and reluctantly agree to the majority's decision. The room fell into a heavy silence as Momonga, feeling the weight of the opposing opinions, knew that whatever choice he made would have far-reaching consequences. It was clear that the path ahead would require careful consideration and strategic planning to ensure the best outcome for all involved.

"Then this discussion is settled. Let's have all of our children here at dusk; we shall inform them of the situation and their task."

"Alright, the sooner we get this done, the better."

Everyone nodded and sent messengers to gather their respective children.

Later that day, messengers scrambled throughout the city to gather every child of every Supreme Being without giving much detail, which confused most of them as the state of the message itself was of utmost importance. The messengers urged each child they sent to quit whatever it was that they were doing and come to the Grand Square, where the Supreme Beings would address them. The urgency in the messengers' voices left no room for questions, and soon a crowd of curious and anxious children began to gather, unaware of the impending revelation that awaited them.


Hall of Worlds, Primis, Regnum Dei...


Every Supreme Being's children gathered were strolling through the Hall of Worlds, a hall that showcased every world the Supreme Beings had visited, ruled, saved, and cared for. The hall was constructed using the most magnificent stone that has ever existed. It had a towering ceiling that was at least a thousand feet tall. Its interior was incredibly large and stocked with items of major worth from all around the world. Paintings, statues of diverse creatures and people, numerous weapons and armours, and even items peculiar to that realm were hung on the walls. Nothing was left out since the Supreme Beings have acquired everything owing to their collector's instinct. They were conversing with one another and going over the reason the Supreme Beings had called them all together today. They began to develop their own hypotheses, some of which were reasonable while others were, at best, dubious.

"Albedo, do you know why we've been called?" Why, in particular, all of us? Did you hear anything from Lord Tabula? Shalltear and Cocytus both mentioned an emergency." Demiurge inquired.

Demiurge, a supreme demon and the first son of Ulbert Alain Odle, the primordial of destruction, was among those present today. His lovely face exhibited his brilliance, which he received from his father, while wearing his distinctive orange suit made of the finest silk and his spectacles, which reflected the lights, masking his eyes the majority of the time. His short hair brushed back, and his metallic tail with three spikes on each side went left to right, left to right, left to right.

He was followed by Albedo, the third child of Tabula Smaragdina, the Primordial of Knowledge. The most alluring succubus to ever grace the universe, she is dressed in a white gown that flatters her delicious hourglass-shaped body. Her long, smooth, shiny black hair has two white horns sprouting from either side of her head. She carries a small stick about the length of a dagger, with an orb floating above its top.

"Demiurge, I never stated that. Just now, I suggested it may be." Shalltear spat. Shalltear's words dripped with disdain as she challenged Demiurge's assumption. Her crimson eyes glared at him, daring him to challenge her further. Despite her petite stature, Shalltear exuded an aura of power that demanded respect from those around her.

Shalltear Bloodfallen is the first child of Peroroncino, the Primordial of Sun and Lightning, and she is a short-stretched vampire with her distinctive soft-black evening gown and voluminous heavy skirt. Her upper torso is covered with a short jacket with a fitted fit and a ribbon with lace embellishments. Her hands are covered in lengthy lace gloves, leaving no visible skin on the outside. Her beautiful facial features, crimson-red eyes that are alluring, and pale, shining skin are highlighted by Shalltear's silver hair, which is pulled back into a ponytail and secured with a thick ribbon on top of everything.

"Shalltear. Demiurge was only asking; your intrusive demeanour was unnecessary." Albedo argued in favour of Demiurge.

"Yeah, whatever you say, you wormhole-sized gorilla." Rolling her eyes, Shalltear said with a dismissive tone Her voice held a hint of amusement, as if she found the whole situation rather comical. Despite her snarky remark, Shalltear's eyes softened slightly, betraying a hint of fondness for her relatives.

"You lost a lot, Shalltear, and I doubt I need to remind you of that. Don't you dare make it pleasurable for me to beat you again." Albedo chuckled as she spoke. Albedo's chuckle echoed through the room, her confidence evident in her voice. Shalltear's expression shifted from amusement to a determined glare, her fondness for her relatives momentarily overshadowed by her competitive spirit.

'THIS BITCH!' Shalltear thought to herself, her anger boiling over at Albedo's taunting. She clenched her fists, ready to prove herself and reclaim her lost honour.

As she shook her head in defeat, Shalltear tried her best to ignore the succubuses that were in her line of sight.

"Yes, Demiurge, you are accurate. However, Father stated that he and the others will update us on the entire issue during today's meeting." Albedo responded, sounding almost as befuddled as him. Albedo's confusion mirrored Demiurge's as they both struggled to understand the situation. They exchanged puzzled glances, wondering what could be so important that it required a meeting with their parents.

Demiurge, widely regarded as the most intellectual non-Supreme Being to have ever existed, became disoriented and lost in contemplation. He wondered whether he had been kept in the dark the entire time. Demiurge, on the other hand, thought that whoever began the story about him being the wisest was a rambler with no substance or knowledge behind their words, since he knew he could never compare to the Supreme Beings, not even close.

Looking at Pandora, who was strolling in front of the majority of the group, Demiurge pondered what could have compelled Pandora, Momonga's first son, to leave the comfort of the Treasury, which none of them had ever visited. They only knew one thing: if he was out, Lord Momonga had commanded it, and they had to obey. Demiurge couldn't help but wonder if Pandora had discovered something extraordinary or if there was a hidden purpose behind his departure. As the loyal servants of the Supreme Beings, they trusted his judgement implicitly and knew that there must be a significant reason for Pandora's journey outside the Treasury.

Momonga personally chose Pandora as the Treasury's protector. He strolled down the hall quietly. His long black coat flowed behind him as he wore his typical white shirt with a black vest and black tie. His hands were behind his back as he quietly led the gathering to the Grand Square's entrance.

"Pandora has also arrived; I can already sense the gravity of the situation. If he's here, it must be significant, hazardous, or both. What about you, Aura? Has Lady Bukubukuchagama said anything to you?" Demiurge turned his head to look at Aura and her brother Mare, who were strolling in front of him.

Aura, Mare's older twin sister, is the offspring of Bukubukuchagama, the primordial of protection and family. She is clad in a red long-sleeved tunic made of Fire Dragon hide, a white vest, a golden acorn-shaped necklace, and a giant scroll wrapped in brown leather. She commands a variety of powerful monsters and is a dark elf who loves creatures. Her golden blonde short hair highlights her elven beauty.

Mare, Aura's younger twin brother, was striding next to her. With his customary white vest, short green cape made of basilisk skin, and blue long-sleeved shirt made of Ice Dragon skin, along with two completely different pairs of gloves—one made of dark brown metal with claws and a glowing red stripe fitting for a demon, the other of shining platinum-like metal suitable for a paladin. Any woman would be drawn to him by his attractive features.

"Eh, Mom didn't say just what she discussed with the other Supreme Beings, but she did mention something about a fresh possible danger. But we'll definitely find out today what it is." Aura responded. Curiosity filled the air as Aura's words hung, leaving a sense of anticipation. The mention of a potential danger only heightened the intrigue surrounding their upcoming revelation.

"Yeah. Nothing except that it's urgent." Mare continued, nodding to Aura's reply. The urgency in Mare's nod conveyed the seriousness of the situation, causing a slight tension to settle among them. It was clear that whatever danger awaited them, it demanded immediate attention and action.

"Pandora?." Pandora turned to face Demiurge when he requested it.

"Ich entschuldige mich, Herr Demiurge. I had no revelation from Mein Vater. I understand how you're feeling," says Pandora.

"My feelings?" Demiurge questioned.

"Yes. You know, I'm the only member of my generation who has received the least attention from the general public. Only when the Supreme Beings think it is essential do I make appearances. I can play any part that is required, so it stands to reason that just by existing I may pose a threat to anybody, which is why I am constantly kept in the vault." Pandora's voice trembled as he continued, "It's isolating, being hidden away like this. I long for the chance to prove myself and show the world what I am capable of."

'That does make sense. There must be more than it seems. Lord Momonga is known for his secretive behaviour. Whatever his reasons are, they must be justified in his mind. Perhaps he believes that the potential danger outweighs any benefits of revealing Pandora to the world. It's possible that only a select few truly understand the extent of Pandora's capabilities and the potential consequences if they were to be unleashed,' Demiurge thought to himself.

Demiurge inquired inquisitively, "You don't get lonely there?" "Correct me if I'm wrong, but as far as I know, only those with clearance are permitted to walk inside. Even though they only sometimes visit there, according to several Doppelgangers and Liches I know,"

"It does occasionally, but it's not an issue. I can guarantee you that my father has his justifications, but he never forces himself on me. I made the decision on my own. Maybe I'm just making this up, but I believe he passed on to me the habit of gathering information and reflecting alone in secluded places. It's like our own little tradition—a way for us to connect even when we're physically apart. I find solace in these moments of introspection, and they help me make sense of the world around me. I find it strange, yet I like cataloguing and safeguarding everything in our realm's treasure." With a note of pride in his voice, Pandora remarked.

Demiurge pondered Pandora's answer for a good few seconds before she snapped him out of his thoughts.

"But enough about that; assume nothing, Herr Demiurge," Pandora said, trying to comfort him. "I'm sure Vater and the other Supreme Beings have a very good reason for gathering us all. They must have a grand plan in mind, one that we may not fully comprehend yet. Let us trust in their wisdom and guidance as we await their instructions." Demiurge nodded, reassured by Pandora's words, and together they prepared themselves for whatever awaited them in the presence of the Supreme Beings.

"Just calm down, Demiurge," Albedo said. "We'll get answers to all of our questions soon,"

Demiurge was baffled as to why each Supreme Being's offspring had been gathered together by the Supreme Beings. Demiurge could sense something was wrong in their other youngsters as well as in themselves. They all appeared to have the same thought in mind. Why were they picked in particular?

'What exactly is going on here? Surely this is not just some gathering.' Shalltear was likewise perplexed as to why they were being assembled all of a sudden. 'Pandora, I haven't seen him in quite some time. What?! Even creepy Rubedo and Solution are here too. Hmm, this can't be good. An all-star composition, huh? I think that's what Lord Ulbert said once.' As Shalltear observed the familiar faces around her, she couldn't help but wonder if this gathering held a deeper significance. Perhaps there was a hidden purpose behind their selection, something beyond a mere reunion. The mention of an "all-star composition" by Lord Ulbert only added to her growing curiosity and unease.

They completely ceased considering the cause because they realised their knowledge was only the tip of the iceberg in comparison to the tremendous intelligence of the Supreme Beings.

They observed that there were many more guardians than normal as they moved down the hallway that led to the Grand Square's entrance. Even more bizarre is the presence of the whole Black Sky as well as every senior military official.

Black Sky, Regnum Dei's top-tier special forces chosen by the Supreme Beings themselves, have undergone extensive training to be the finest at everything you can throw at them. Every ten thousand people who applied died during their entrance training, which was so rigorous that only 2 to 3 or occasionally even 5 people made it through. The maximum number of people to graduate and be accepted into the team was 13, which only happened twice in the course of the team's one billion-year history. The members of Black Sky possess unparalleled skills in combat, espionage, and strategy, making them an unstoppable force on the battlefield. Their unwavering loyalty and dedication to their mission have earned them a reputation as the most elite special forces unit in existence. The rigorous selection process ensures that only the most exceptional individuals are chosen to join their ranks, resulting in a team of extraordinary individuals capable of achieving the impossible.

Every member of Black Sky was instructed to avoid making public appearances since they were the protectors who did not talk boastfully but rather by their deeds in devotion to their country and fellow citizens. Additionally, all Supreme Beings have expressed their thanks for their service, saying that all slain Black Sky members would be remembered as heroes and that they personally would perform the burial ritual alongside all Black Sky members, active and inactive. The commitment and sacrifice of Black Sky members have earned them the utmost respect and admiration from the entire nation. Their selfless dedication serves as a powerful reminder of the indomitable spirit that lies within every citizen, inspiring us all to strive for greatness in our own lives.

'Could it be? Are we at war?' Albedo said in her mind:

"Welcome, my lords and ladies. You've all arrived right on schedule; the meeting is about to start. Follow us here, if you would please." As they were being directed inside towards the Grand Square, the entrance guards spoke to them.

The pathway leading to the entryway was designed to resemble a garden with various flowers and herbs. With high tier automatons securing the walkway, it stretches for about 300 steps and is 35 steps wide. Each automaton used a distinct sort of weapon and excelled at destroying anybody who dared to disturb the 41 Supreme Beings, who were separated by a 10-step space.

They eventually reached the Grand Square entrance, where a massive archway was waiting for them after a short distance of walking. Four golems of various colours, each representing a different humanoid figure, stood guard at the entrance. A lovely white golem that resembles a human knight wielding a sword and a shield, its armour glows brightly in the sunshine. A pale white golem with pointed ears like an elf, wielding a compound bow capable of blasting pure elemental energy. A light brown golem, shorter than the other, like a dwarf, wearing electrified armoured gloves and wielding a massive magical cannon. And a green bald-headed golem like a goblin wearing a red pointed cap and wielding a short dagger in its left hand and a massive greatsword in its right. The four golems turned their heads towards them, scanning them from head to toe before bowing deeply and resuming their duty. The golems' mechanical movements were surprisingly fluid, a testament to their advanced craftsmanship. Each one possessed a unique aura, emanating power and loyalty. It was clear that these golems were not mere constructs but formidable guardians entrusted with the protection of their domain.


Grand Square of Primis, Regnum Dei...


All eyes in the area were focused on them as they approached the square's centre. A circle of 41 thrones had been set up, each with a unique design that complemented the personalities of the people who sat on them. A total of 72 extraordinarily powerful golems—more powerful than any other golem that has ever existed—were arranged on the ceiling in niches looking below, ready to descend and defend the 41 if invaders ever managed to get past every other defence. The Supreme Beings individually created these 72 golems, many of which resembled each Supreme Being's desired guardian. These golems were not only visually striking but also imbued with immense strength and intelligence, making them formidable protectors. Each golem possessed unique abilities and skills, tailored to match the specific needs and preferences of the Supreme Being who created them. With their combined might, the 72 golems stood as an impenetrable line of defence, ensuring the safety and security of the thrones and their occupants.

'Our legendary 72 golems, the Lemegetons They continued to give us the chills even after all these years. They are supposedly more powerful than us and have consciousness, making them far more deadly. A sentient, immensely strong golem will almost certainly ruin anyone's day.' Demiurge and the others had similar thoughts. They knew that the golems were not to be underestimated, as their creators had imbued them with incredible strength and intelligence. The mere thought of facing off against a sentient, immensely powerful golem sent shivers down their spines. They wondered if there was any way to outsmart or disable these formidable guardians.

A throne made of incredible white marble with a scale and a gavel decorated it. Sitting upon this throne was an embodiment of pure justice—a knight wearing shimmering armour and a red cape. His sword and shield lay beside him on the floor.

'Lord Touch. He is justice incarnate. His unwavering dedication to upholding the law and delivering fair judgement made him both respected and feared by all who crossed his path. Many whispered tales of his unmatched combat skills and strategic brilliance, making it clear that challenging Lord Touch would be a grave mistake.'

Upon an ever-burning throne, a goat-like demon in a suit of the finest silk sat, its claws so sharp they could cut through anything.

'Lord Ulbert Alain Odle. True master of destruction. His mere presence instilled terror in the hearts of his enemies, as he revelled in chaos and revelled in the destruction he left in his wake. With a single wave of his hand, entire cities would crumble, and armies would be reduced to dust. The tales of his power spread far and wide, serving as a warning to those foolish enough to challenge him.'

A grey marble throne with elaborately ornamented wings projecting from the rear. It was occupied by a bird-human hybrid. His crimson, long, curving bow hung over the handrest of his seat. His bow is so strong that it can erase an entire universe with a single uncharged shot and uses the sun as its ammo.

'Lord Peroroncino. He commands every star in the universe. His celestial dominion is unrivalled, as he effortlessly bends the cosmos to his will. The mere mention of his name strikes fear into the hearts of even the most formidable opponents, for they know that challenging Lord Peroroncino is to invite certain annihilation.'

A slimy sat on a throne made of exceedingly magnificent wood. On the ground in front of its stairs were a pair of enormous tower shields.

'Lady Bukubukuchagama. She breathes life into all living beings. Her gentle touch brings forth vibrant colours and melodies as she nurtures the world with her boundless love and compassion. The mere presence of Lady Bukubukuchagama fills hearts with hope and inspires all to embrace the beauty of existence.'

A modest throne made of black bricks. A rock-faced monster resembling a golem who was wearing a mask sat still, almost as if he were invisible. On his handrest were a pair of twin daggers made of gold and platinum.

'Lord Nishikienrai. God of stealth and invisibility His silent presence instills a sense of awe and reverence among those who are fortunate enough to witness his ethereal form. With his unparalleled mastery of deception and his ability to move undetected, Lord Nishikienrai is a formidable force to be reckoned with in the realm of shadows.'

A throne made of various majestic trees stood, surrounded by beautiful plants. Sitting upon it was a treant, whose branch-like arms moved gracefully with every motion he made, emanating a soft creaking sound for all to hear.

'Lord Blue. Creator of nature itself. His presence commanded the respect of all creatures, big and small, as they instinctively recognised his authority. The air around him seemed to come alive with a gentle breeze, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the soothing whispers of the forest.'

A throne made from various pieces of armour and weapons sat atop a hill. A giant, wearing intricately designed armour, held two swords beside him: one a curved single-edged sword, and the other a heavier, beefier long sword, which could only be wielded by someone of his size.

'Lord Takemikazuchi. He is the embodiment of what every warrior aspires to be. His presence commanded respect and admiration, as his formidable physique and unwavering gaze exuded an aura of power and authority. It was said that his skills in combat were unmatched, and his strategic prowess was legendary among warriors far and wide.'

On a throne made of glass with numerous glass tubes housing its concoctions and various scents wafting through the air, sat a terrifying creature with tentacles and a bloated head.

'Lord Tabula Smaragdina. The first to bestow knowledge on mortals His vast intellect and wisdom were renowned, and his library contained ancient texts and scrolls from civilizations long forgotten. Scholars and seekers of knowledge would travel from distant lands to seek his guidance and unravel the mysteries hidden within the pages of his books.'

There were plenty more, all of which had a gorgeous creature sitting atop them except for one.

A creature that resembled a human skeleton and was dressed in purple-black hooded robes, holding a golden staff with seven snakes' heads intertwined, each of which appeared to be holding a different coloured gem in its mouth, was sitting on a black stone throne that is so dark and heavy that it does not reflect light, even when the sun is directly overhead. The creature's empty eye sockets glowed with an eerie crimson light, casting an unsettling aura in the room. Its bony fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest of the throne, as if waiting for something or someone to arrive. The air grew heavy with anticipation, as if the entire room held its breath in fear of disturbing this mysterious being.

'Lord Momonga. Master of life and death. He decides who has the right to live and who doesn't. His presence commanded respect and instilled a sense of dread among those in his presence. The mere mention of his name sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls, for he held ultimate power over their very existence.'

Then the person sitting on the black throne in the middle got up, and the others quickly followed.

"Welcome, dear children; please gather around," Momonga said as he welcomed his children.

"My Lord!" Everyone who gathered immediately knelt down and gave their undivided attention. Momonga's commanding presence was undeniable, his aura radiating authority and dominance. His every word carried weight, and his subjects hung on to his every command, eager to please and obey. The room fell into a hushed silence as they awaited his next decree, fully aware that their lives were in his hands.

"Rise, there is no need for formalities at this time; we want to inform everyone of an urgent matter." Momonga said it with obvious intent. His voice resonated with a sense of urgency, causing a ripple of unease to spread through the room. The subjects exchanged worried glances, their anticipation growing as they braced themselves for the impending news.

Momonga announced, "What I am about to tell you will be made public after this meeting concludes." He looked across at his friend, who was occupying the seat four seats to his right. His friend's expression mirrored the growing tension in the room, indicating that he too understood the gravity of the situation. Momonga took a deep breath, knowing that his next words would have a profound impact on everyone present.

"Thank you, Momonga. We've collected you all here so that we may allocate each of you to a different campaign. The operation is totally unusual, extremely hazardous, and has the potential to bring down one or more worlds. We have already evaluated the danger level, and we regret to notify you that this campaign will likely be classified as Category 6 Extra." Punitto Moe elaborates thoroughly.

They looked different as soon as they heard the number 6. Their faces turned pale, their eyes widened, and a heavy silence filled the room. The mention of Category 6 Extra instantly instilled a sense of dread and urgency among those present as they realised the magnitude of the impending mission and the immense challenges that lay ahead. The potential harm and devastation that a Category 6 disaster may bring were already on their minds. When a danger is classified as Category 6, it signifies that, if other factors are taken into account, it also has the potential to affect any bordering worlds.

'Shit! Six and extra?! This is worse than I expected.' Albedo muttered to herself. She glanced around the room, seeing that the worried expressions on her teammates' faces mirrored her own concerns. The realisation sank in that their mission had just become exponentially more difficult and dangerous than they had initially anticipated.

"Category 6, huh? I suppose that does justify taking great care just when I thought my day was going south.' Demiurge thought. He knew that a Category 6 mission meant they would be facing incredibly powerful and unpredictable enemies. The stakes were higher than ever, and they would need to strategize and prepare accordingly. As the gravity of the situation settled in, Demiurge couldn't help but feel a surge of determination to protect their world and its borders at all costs.

"Now that that is out of the way, allow me to quickly summarise the campaign." Punitto Moe spoke while creating a holographic projection with a wave of his hand.

The projection initially depicts a planet in a far-off galaxy before gradually zooming in.

"This planet comes from the galaxy 79K16PL. Since it still lacks a name, we just refer to it as 6G. It includes a wide variety of living and non-living creatures, including humans, humanoids like elves, dwarfs, dryads, goblins, and fairies, as well as heteromorphs of every type. It also includes a variety of animals, including reptiles, mammals, aquatic creatures, and many more, all of which come in a variety of shapes and sizes. Everyone coexists peacefully. This realm is a near-exact replica of our own, yet it has terrible magic power. Our religion has already been established there, where it has endured for thousands of years and been fully embraced by the local population."

"About 600 years ago, when six people founded their separate religions, the issue first emerged. This misguided religion promotes human dominance and labels anything intelligent that is not human as impure. They think that only humans should be allowed to dwell on this lovely world, and that they should be the sole race doing so. Things went from mild racism to prejudice towards non-human animals to blatant mass murder and extermination of any species deemed inferior. This extremist ideology spread like wildfire, fueling hatred and discrimination against non-human beings. The consequences have been devastating, as countless innocent lives have been lost and entire ecosystems disrupted due to this narrow-minded belief system. The "Slane Theocracy" was founded by those who worship these "Six Great Gods" as a human supremacist nation. They started several conflicts, upsetting the delicate equilibrium of this universe and killing innumerable humans, demi-humans, and heteromorphs. These conflicts have not only caused immense suffering but have also deepened the divide between different species, hindering any possibility of peaceful coexistence. The "Slane Theocracy" has relentlessly propagated their ideology, indoctrinating generations with their discriminatory beliefs and perpetuating a cycle of violence and animosity. " The explanation was delivered to them by Punitto Moe in a mournful tone.

"We've determined that it's better for us to interfere since we need to put everything back in order to restore equilibrium." Ulbert continued, gesturing for Peroroncino to go on.

"The dominion of the Six Great Gods ended roughly 200 years ago. Only one remained to rule their devoted followers and devotees after five died in old age. He eventually succumbed as well, having been vanquished by a gang of men known as the "Eight Greed Kings" by the mortals. These Eight Greed Kings were incredibly powerful and sought to claim the power of the Great Gods for themselves. With their victory, they established a new reign of terror and oppression over the land, causing chaos and suffering for all. The Eight Greed Kings succeeded him and gained control of the globe. They were able to defeat the dragons, who were the world's greatest natives, at their own game and nearly wipe them off. The dragons, once revered as the guardians of the land, were forced into hiding or exterminated by the ruthless rule of the Eight Greed Kings. The mortals, now living under their oppressive regime, yearned for a hero to rise and challenge their tyrannical reign. "

'Gods?!' Gods don't perish, right? The term "God" should only be applied to our Supreme Beings. They are not gods, these idiots. They are liars with a tiny bit more strength than the normal mortal.' To herself, Shalltear said she was so enraged by the idea that beings that are not Supreme Beings are called "gods" that she was on the verge of throwing up. The Supreme Beings are Gods, and these six would be the clowns doing their best to amuse them. Of course, this would have the exact opposite effect and make them wish they had never been created. Shalltear couldn't fathom how these six beings could even dare to compare themselves to the true power and divinity of the Supreme Beings. Their feeble attempts at amusing the gods would only expose their insignificance and leave them regretting their existence. She knew that such audacity would never go unpunished by the true deities.

'I see, dragons. This danger should thus be classified as 6 or extra, which makes perfect sense. These people managed to outperform them at their own game, even though the weakest dragon we are aware of is capable of levelling an entire forest. It's best to move slowly. The power and strength of dragons are renowned, and for these people to surpass them is a remarkable feat. It is crucial to approach this situation with caution and strategize our next moves carefully. Rushing into action could have dire consequences, considering the immense capabilities demonstrated by these individuals. ' To herself, Aura thought

'So these eight people not only defeated a dragon that was fully grown but also nearly wiped them off. They've done something extremely cruel. The bravery displayed by these sad individuals will not go forgotten, and their passing will not be in vain. May they find peace in the hereafter. Yes, Lord Momonga would bring them and their family peace.' Sebas thought to himself, feeling like he was losing a family member because he was half dragon. He struggled to maintain his composure as a sudden wave of wrath and sadness overcame him. pledging to carry out lengthy and unfair justice in honour of those who had suffered at the hands of these cruel individuals. Sebas vowed to ensure that their actions would not be forgotten and that justice would be served, no matter how long it took or how unfair it may seem to others.

All the children paid close attention to the briefing and immediately understood the situation. With each explanation, their hatred for these gods and kings grew even stronger. They realised the magnitude of the injustice that had been inflicted on innocent people and felt a burning desire to seek retribution. Determined to right the wrongs, they formed a pact, vowing to unite their strengths and fight against the oppressive forces that had caused so much pain and suffering.

"Thankfully, these kings were vanquished by a band of honourable and selfless mortals who are now known as the "Thirteen Heroes," albeit there were more than thirteen of them. Numerous lives were saved by these heroes, and many more were spared. With two of them still wandering the globe, they died quietly. The other one merely sleeps the entire day, so technically there is only one." In his dismissal, Punitto Moe added a hint of humour, which led to a small giggle from him and a few of the other 41. The mention of the remaining two heroes sparked curiosity among the group, as they wondered about their whereabouts and the reasons behind their continued journeys. Punitto Moe's lighthearted remark brought a momentary respite from the weight of their heroic deeds, reminding them that even in the face of great challenges, laughter could still be found.

"But let's get back to the subject. The Six's danger has subsided, but their offspring have come forward and assumed the Six's banner. What was the point? to purge the planet of these blemishes and remove all worthless offenders. Following their coronation, they have carried out a series of massive genocides against any and all non-humans they come across."

"This Slane Theocracy has been at war with every other nation in the globe, including the Roble Holy Kingdom, the Argland Council State, the Re-Estize Kingdom, the Baharuth Empire, the Dwarven Kingdom, the Elven Country, and the Draconic Kingdom. Their influence has expanded around the world and has succeeded in putting every nation in a deadlock of fear and uncertainty. The Slane Theocracy's relentless pursuit of power and dominance has left the entire world on edge as they continue to enforce their oppressive rule over both humans and non-humans alike. The international community is desperately searching for a way to break free from the grip of this tyrannical regime before it's too late. Since their onslaught on everything non-human has caused the demi-humans to seek refuge in other places, they have gone back to their animalistic nature and have killed numerous people out of fear or hunger, sometimes even resorting to banditry. The once peaceful coexistence between humans and non-humans has been shattered, leaving a trail of destruction and chaos in its wake. As tensions rise and resources become scarce, the world teeters on the brink of an all-out war, with both sides desperate to regain control and restore order. The fate of humanity and the survival of non-human species hang in the balance as the struggle for freedom intensifies with each passing day. "

"We must do all in our power to put an end to this brutal deed. To satisfy their irrational and self-centred beliefs, too many innocent people have died at their hands. It is imperative to get rid of the descendants and their adherents because, as long as any of them are alive, this planet can never live in true peace."

Then Momonga's eye socket began to blaze crimson. Everyone is aware that this is when he will end this. He struck the throne's handrest with his right fist. The force of his blow echoed through the room, silencing everyone. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down their spines as they realised the magnitude of his determination.

"It is your mission, should you choose to accept it, to bring peace to this world, lead the mortals back to the right path once more, destroy every single one of those wretches and their followers, and restore the balance of this world." Momonga said.

Everyone at once yelled, "We accept it, Lord Momonga!" Their voices echoed in unison, filled with unwavering loyalty and conviction. The weight of their collective determination hung in the air as they prepared to embark on a journey that would test their limits and reshape the destiny of this fairly young and fragile world.

"Excellent! Since this will be your most challenging campaign yet, we have made the decision to provide you with complete access to everything you require for the task. Any base, any number of troops, and whatever weapons, equipment, and items you choose On this one, all bets are off! You will have the freedom to strategize and execute your plans without any limitations. This is a testament to our unwavering belief in your abilities and the magnitude of this mission. Trust in your instincts, for the fate of this world rests upon your shoulders." Momonga stretched his arms and yelled.

Everyone was engaged in a conversation of their own, but Pandora's was absent. He remained silent for a moment before moving a few steps closer to his father's throne.

"My Lords and Ladies, may I be allowed to speak freely?" Pandora asked the Supreme Beings. Pandora's request for permission to speak freely hung in the air, causing a momentary pause in the room. The Supreme Beings exchanged glances, silently acknowledging Pandora's bravery before granting him the floor.

"Granted. For this objective, any advice would be beneficial. Please express your thoughts." Momonga replied while gesturing for Pandora to continue.

"Thank you, Father. Then I'd like to request the usage of The Great Tomb of Nazarick for this assignment."

"Nazarick? Why would you want to use Nazarick? It's considerably older than any of you. Its systems and features are woefully out of date by our realm's current standards. It couldn't possibly accommodate you for this assignment, especially since it's a Category 6. On Pandora, we have several far superior bases accessible, such as the Gamaroth. Or the impregnable castle, The Regalia. And I'm sure you've heard about our most recent breakthrough, The Zenith. Which has a capability that exceeds any base we've ever built. The Zenith could do whatever Nazarick could and do it a million times better. So, please explain why you'd want to utilise Nazarick." Momonga inquired and was interested in understanding why someone would choose to utilise Nazarick over the other superior bases available on Pandora. He wanted to know if there were any specific features or advantages that made Nazarick stand out, despite the existence of more advanced options like the Gamaroth, the Regalia, and the Zenith.

Everyone in the room was perplexed. Pandora himself is humiliated since he is reluctant to look his father in the eyes. The Supreme Beings were speaking to one another about Pandora's unusual request. After a few seconds of stillness, Peroroncino broke out a loud chuckle, hitting the armrest of his throne, and was quickly followed by his colleague, the Supreme Being.

"He is, indeed, Momonga's son. They both have a nostalgic weirdness." The Supreme Beings found Pandora's request amusing, as it reflected the same eccentricity that Momonga, Pandora's father, possessed. It was a trait that seemed to run in the family and added to their overall mystique.

"To be honest, we already knew you'd want to utilise Nazarick, Pandora. So we've already planned for it." Amanomahitotsu explained, which startled their children even more. Pandora was at a loss for words. How did the Supreme Beings know he'd ask for it? How long have they been aware? Pandora's mind raced with questions, wondering if his desires were truly predictable to the Supreme Beings. The revelation left him feeling both intrigued and slightly unsettled as he pondered the extent of their knowledge and the intricacies of their plans.

"Indeed, yes. We all expected it. To tell you the truth, when the Zenith Project was completed, we intended to rebuild Nazarick from the ground up. If you will, consider it a retrofit. We have allocated the required resources, and the rebuilding process has been completed for some time. We knew Nazarick would be used again one day. After all, it is the location where you all were born, grew up together, trained together, and triumphed together. So we thought it was only appropriate to let Nazarick shine once more. We made our own changes, and it now not only competes with Zenith but outperforms it. Even for us, this was a long-awaited occasion."

Everyone was so surprised by what the Supreme Beings had just told them that they all began to cry. Crying with joy since their birthplace and house have been rebuilt to surpass their previous glory. The emotions overwhelmed them as they realised that Nazarick would once again be a symbol of their unity and strength, reminding them of the countless memories they had shared within its walls. A location where they were reared, where they learned what they now know, and where they discovered the genuine meaning of family. Since they reached maturity, they haven't seen each other very much, but they were recently brought back together to work on a campaign as a family once again. This time, they were stronger and more experienced than before. Together, they hugged and kneeled. Then, all Supreme Beings command them to stand up.

"Your task will start in a week, and Pandora is going to lead you all. At that time, get ready for your toughest campaign yet. Nazarick is in the Five Coloured Grass Forests and is fully prepared, so assemble there with everything and everyone you believe will be able to help you. You might want to speak with each parent separately and ask for any advice they can provide you as you prepare for your upcoming journey. When you're ready, report to Pandora after finishing your preparation. We anticipate your safe return. Make us happy." Momonga finished the briefing.

They all yelled in unison, "Understood, Lord Momonga!"

Everyone made their way to the thrones of their parents to seek any guidance and knowledge that might aid in their success. Without realising it, they spoke for hours. After saying goodbye to their parents, they parted ways and went in to seek their most reliable agents and lieutenants. They also prepared all the weapons, armour, and other items they would require, making sure to triple-check each step of the process. Finally, they submitted their report to Pandora. Everyone was psyching themselves up for the following several days. Their current mission will be their most challenging one yet; danger awaits in the shadows as they delve deeper into the unknown. With each passing moment, their anticipation grew, fueling their determination to succeed. They knew that failure was not an option, and the weight of responsibility rested heavily on their shoulders. The looming threat lurking in the shadows only served to heighten their resolve as they braced themselves for what lay ahead. They were once terrified, but now they are prepared.

To be continued...


Author's note :

And that is a wrap! I got the idea to write this fic from Primordials by CypherTails, so credit goes to him. I personally like his idea to make Ainz Ooal Gown not as a player but as an actual primordial god, and I think it's a really interesting change despite the fact that he took too many things from Warhammer and Dark Souls, which doesn't really sit well with me since it makes some of the scenes really weird, maybe even out of place, but that's just my opinion. I still respect him, and I think he still did really well, and it's his fic; he can do whatever he wants with it.

I plan to follow the canon story line but with slight changes, so I will definitely make arcs. I've aged both Aura and Mare to better fit the story and added new character dynamics to create more depth and complexity. By incorporating these alterations, I hope to bring a fresh perspective to the familiar narrative while staying true to the essence of the original work. And before you ask, yes, I made Pandora's actor's apparel black and white, if you know, but no, I don't support the group, so no pitchfork, please. I just wanted to add some personal flair to the characters and their appearances. It's important to me that my story stand out while still staying true to the original concept. While I have planned to make various OCs from different fics, such as Galadriel by PauThide, Taylar by Ashkar, or Tiamat by Iamweeaboo, make cameo appearances (well, duh, many of the guild's members are still unknown to us, might as well.. damn it, Maruyama) in this fic, I haven't been able to get permission from their respective authors to include them in my story. However, I have been working diligently to create unique and captivating original characters that will bring a fresh perspective to the narrative. These characters will have their own distinct personalities, backstories, and visual designs that will add depth and excitement to the world I am building.

Also, regarding whether I'd make my own OC, I haven't decided yet, so for now I'll just include the tag. As for rating, an absolute M! I plan to make this as "not family safe" as possible; all fight scenes will be bloody and intense, with graphic descriptions of violence and gore. This will contribute to the overall dark and gritty atmosphere of the story, immersing readers in a world filled with danger and suspense. Additionally, I will explore complex themes such as morality, redemption, and the consequences of one's actions, ensuring that the narrative remains thought-provoking and impactful. I already have some ideas on ships, so there might be some "hot coffee," though no promises.

This is my first ever fanfic, my debut, and my virginity is no more. So please review, hate, or do whatever you want. I was raised in a dysfunctional family, so criticism is second nature to me, and I am open to receiving feedback in order to improve my writing skills. Despite my upbringing, I have always found solace and escape in the world of fanfiction, and I am excited to finally contribute my own story to this vibrant community. So please, feel free to share your thoughts and opinions, as they will only help me grow as a writer. And I'm quoting a rather funny line quipped by a stand up comedian I once saw on Instagram that is coincidentally fitting for me.

"There's nothing that you can say to me that I haven't said to myself six inches from the mirror."

But in all seriousness, I'm just a beginner, and your review and pointers will help me grow as the writer I always aspire to be. Thank you.


Extra note:

I was working on chapter 4 until my sister snooped around my room and decided it would be fun to read whatever nightmarish fiction I was writing. Being the fellow Overlord enthusiast that she is, she told me to revise all three chapters because apparently I suck at writing stories. She actually gave me good pointers to redo everything from the first chapter so the pacing wouldn't be a total mess. She also read the first draught of Volume 1 and advised me to not rush things and make sure "the whole damn thing actually turned into an actual well-written story". Her feedback was invaluable, as she pointed out areas where the plot seemed convoluted and the characters lacked depth. With her guidance, I embarked on a thorough revision, determined to transform my writing into a captivating tale that would do justice to the world of Overlord. As I delved deeper into the revisions, I realised how much I had underestimated the importance of crafting a well-structured narrative and vowed to take her advice to heart. Shout out to my sister, Lulu, who lectured me for an entire hour on how to write a better story.

So yeah, there you go. Volume 1 will have seven chapters, I think, if all goes well and I'm not dead by then. I intend to make this into a 13-volume story, probably spanning about 100–120 chapters of at least 5000–6000 words per chapter if possible. I will apologise in advance for my mistakes in writing this fic and for any inconsistencies or plot holes that may arise along the way. However, I am committed to continuously improving my storytelling skills and delivering an engaging narrative that readers can enjoy. I changed my release schedule from "everyday if possible" to "it will come when I say it will,", which means 4-5 days per chapter for those who don't speak stupid.

My first time writing a fic will not be an excuse for me to reduce the quality of my work. I will strive to be better! So your reviews and suggestions, both positive and negative, will be appreciated.

Also, someone PM'd me asking why I keep putting the "no beta" tags in every chapter. My one and only answer is because I don't have a beta reader and because I'm not evil enough to pay someone to revise so many grammar and spelling mistakes for free. I said I was weird, not evil.

Chapters 2 and 3 will be edited and extended to at least 5000 words to adjust to my desired pacing. The release date will be somewhere on Sunday, August 20, 2023, in the afternoon for chapter 2 and Tuesday, August 22, 2023, in the afternoon for chapter 3. I will work the night shift next week, so again, I apologise for the new schedule. Quality Quantity.


Thank you for your understanding and for reading.

Stay hydrated, you beautiful people.


In the immortal words of AO3 tags,

"NO BETA, WE DIE LIKE EVERYONE..."


Outro song :

Nostalgia by Superman Is Dead