[Author-san: Well this is shocking. Another chapter? Why would I taint this website with my idiotic ideas you may ask? Well, why does anyone do anything? Pure ABSOLUTE...boredom. Originally this was a half-chapter that was going to rot in a dark forgotten file but let's just say the person next to me wanted to know what was going to happen next and ended up bombarding me with questions. So here it is...]

[PS: Written on an old school Blackberry BOLD 5 at 02:00 AM (This phone is the devil incarnate)]


"Yo, Blast," spoke the lioness in his mind. An astral form appeared behind him. "Yeah, Brock?" answered Blast, his voice a bit shakier than usual.

"Did... uhm..." Brock first stares ahead to the somewhat white landscape of the moon. His eyes squinted and his mouth half-open. "Did you see... uhm... what I just saw?"

"Yup"

"The giant guy seeming to be made of a star?"

"Yeah"

"The thousands of eldritch creatures that sound like a goat?"

"Same as you did."

"..."

They sat in silence for a minute or two, gazing at the spot where the creatures had been. They were crouched behind a large rock fairly close to the giant pit where the beings seemed to have put up a perimeter.

As soon as they had landed, all of the dark creatures seemed to disperse into a black ash-like substance, leaving only the star-like creature floating alone. The star now stood as a guard before the gigantic pit.

From Blast's position, he couldn't exactly tell the face of this person, let alone if he even had one. What Blast could tell was that the man wasn't exactly having the best of days due to the injuries he had sustained. Disfigured limbs, multiple holes, and severe bleeding of... star blood? Whatever it was, it seemed otherworldly, alien.

"Let's go check it out." Blast says as he steps out of the shadows, marching towards the hole.

"Hey, hey, wait up!" Brock shouted as he watched Blast suddenly speed ahead. Although there were fewer enemies now, he worried it might be a trap. Blast walked toward his destination, eventually halting and addressing Brock without slowing his pace."I don't know why, but I'm one hundred percent certain I sensed something down there," Blast said, causing Brock to stare at him in surprise.

"Wha- do you mean you sensed an enemy or... wait you don't mean-" Brock's words take on a more serious tone.

"...Brock" Blast stops and turns to him with the face of a man prepared for death.

"... If this is truly it...then-" Brock cuts him off with a heartfelt laugh and a slap on the back. "Come now, Old friend! Don't be spitting out Moby goodbyes Now."

"Sigh... Your right. What is there to fear when I have a Beast like you to watch my back." They share a joyish laugh at one another and walk on side by side. Brock, no more in his astral form, appears fully in all his glory. His body layered with tribal clothes and a giant axe on his back.

As they march prepared for the worst, a familiar voice stops them in their tracks.

"Hey, no, no NO!" a feminine voice calls to them, looking back, they see the third astral companion. Her body is obscured but very notable of her feminine features.

"Huh? Some that you want princess?" Brock asks, his last words holding a bit of annoyance.

"You can't just go in on enemy territory and start throwing HANDS!"

"Huh? Why NOT!? They're called, the enemy, for a reason!""Don't you think the others must first be notified, You overgrown CAT!"

Soon enough, the Lion Chieftain and the Glory Full Princess started arguing only a few hundred meters from the enemy base. Truly everyday Blast is astonished by their 'teamwork'.

While they were having a team meeting, a certain overlord was having the... luckiest? day of his life.


"Well, what else could I expect from a world enemy? Truly a creature befitting of its title."Momonga stood within the moon-sized cavern, even though no light reached within these depths, he could see perfectly the creature before him.

"I bloody knew that single ability of yours was gonna kick me in the ass when this was over." He said, a bit of amazement and a hint of spite in his words.

The Creature addressed by him was none other than the 'God' himself, or more or less a fist-sized tumor slowly beating akin to a heart.

Make no mistake, the creature before him was dead in all sense of the word, but even so, it persists. The current life reading of the creature was in the negatives. No Mana, no strength, even no identification when he uses the spell [Discern-Enemy].

Even so, its one skill and ability was still active. Slowly the negative number was coming closer and closer to a positive. He doesn't know if it'll self-resurrect when reaching back to its nonexistent health, but he doesn't wanna find out.

He knelt down to the former world enemy, reaching out a skeletal hand. The impending doom was nearing for the once mighty creature.


The once feared unsurmountable entity that could only have been perceived as nothing else but a God, was feeling a sensation, never felt within its long existence. Within his confrontation between him and this... Eclipse, he felt these foreign and unusual... emotions.Which was a concerning event in itself. Emotions were the things akin only to mortal creatures. HE WAS NOT A MORTAL CREATURE. He was the pinnacle of existence. The being who had no equal but himself.

For him to feel these... things, was ludicrous. He will not lie, he has experienced these 'emotions' before, but those were merely his imitation of them. These were FAR from it. They were a true undeniable flame burning and raging within his core.

At first, he merely felt discomfort and annoyed by the creature's antics. The most notable of them was the Crimson attack produced by this being of death. It was a shocker, another emotion he did not know he had, to see a dark being call upon flames only matched by the heat of a dying star but even that is questionable.

The sudden surprise soon turned into another emotion, anger. The star creature especially was adamant about bringing out these feelings. He was growing outraged by the humility he experienced by their attacks. To be held down and burned-no, cooked within his domain.

Heating the moon as if it were an oven to bake him for their lord. And just when he retaliated to kill the being who DARE stands against him, it instead laughed and completed his attack. Laughing as though he was sparing with a child.The anger he felt seemed unmatched, but out of the confines of his domain, he could feel another. One also defeated, humiliated, and not even given a chance at resistance. The sudden lifeline was blinding, but even so, he could see it. With the last hope of his strength, he reached out. Trying to gain a connection to the one who could feel his anger.

But then... it came. The final second of his existence. Being clawed and mauled by eldritch creatures, then for it all to fade into non-existence. The Discomfort, anger, and hate, all of it fading. Leaving only one to remain, despair.

No more living nor dead, he was reduced to this state. A pathetic existence, only barely clinging to this plane of creation. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

He could see the Eclipse approach, raising the white hand adorned with the forty-one worlds. It crouched down, laying the hand on its tumor body, disfigured and corrupted.

"Don't worry..." spoke the Eclipse, its voice dead and cold, but... also warm. Its words hold a sense of finality to it. "Like I said... the time to end it, is here."

Now only, after all this time. He could only see it now. The being he was facing was not an Eclipse, but the end itself. The Final concept, to release, not just Mortals, but all creatures of this world.

"Now... Rest...[Dark-Wisdom]."

The mighty and perfect entity was finally... gone.


It goes without saying that, Momonga isn't the smartest of people but he wasn't dumb either. He may have caught on to a few noticeable unusual things, like the sudden calming of his emotions during his battle or the deepening of his tone, in all honesty, his mind merely factored them as weird, but unimportant.When one is blasted with a city-sized attack, you would have a bit of trouble prioritizing other things over it. But now that the attacks are gone, the battle is won, he has had time to think. Or in this sense feel.

While he was going over the anomalies, his gamer instincts took the controls and prepared to loot the beaten enemy, until he had an epiphany. Why not use Dark wisdom on the enemy's 'corpse'?

He was treading towards it as the final act. The closing moment of it all. Somewhere along the way, he forgot about the game and saw it as his life. The goodbye he wanted and needed. To finally bring things to a close.

Reaching out, he invoked the final words not as a player, but as the guild master.

"...[Dark Wisdom]"

Absorbing it all, he saw the world around him shift and change. The cavern glitching in and out of reality.

"Huh?...uhm... where am I?" Again, standing within an empty space, he saw nothing but darkness. The world is silent and calm. "Is... it over?"He stood for a moment, first realizing his connection to his dark young was cut off. Second, he noticed that he was feeling the cut of the connection. Usually, one would be notified by an icon of sorts, but now it's almost as a direct display in his mind.

All the things were way off. Especially the moment he won the battle. At the exact moment, he could feel a sense of... growth? No. It was something way more.

Everything about the fight was different. Each attack felt so.. real. Impact-full. He knew one hit from the enemy would have practically ended him, but in the game, it never felt like one would truly die.

This match was different, each attack was a life-or-death situation. Even the sense of scale was mind-boggling. Only after entering the hole and seeing the sheer size of it, he could take in how massive his opponent was.

"These... senses. They are so... huh?" He looks back at blitzing speed, momentarily shocking himself by how fast he reacted.

Within the darkness, he saw the faint trails of light. Almost as a silver string drifting to something, or someone. His interest peaked, he tries to grab the hanging light. Changing the empty world to a desolate landscape.

His hand still reached out, he saw the injured form of a man roughly in his late teens. Surrounding him were strange people with very comic-book type clothing. From his position, he could see the man wasn't having the best of days.

Instead of helping him, the comic individuals were beating and harassing him even further.

"Dang it... these fucking privilege bastards."

The sudden voice spooked him a bit but he quickly composed himself. Looking to the source of the voice he saw it was the one getting beat up.

His face said it all. The man was frustrated and seemed to not even bother to fight back. What got a reaction out of him seemed to be the snot-nosed kid who jumped in to save him.

"Leave Uncle ALONE!" The boy's scream seemed to spark a bit of life in the young man as he started to step or I guess wobbled back considering all his injuries. Momonga was a bit saddened by the man's state.It strangely reminded him of when he was starting in YDDRASSIL. All the times he was PK'ed.

"I need to..."

The man's thoughts once again started to project themselves, Momonga a bit intrigued walked closer.

"n-need...more... power. If only... I was stronger...t-then..."

Momonga felt a sense of nostalgia after hearing his words. It was so similar to his own when he was weak. If it was for a certain Knight in shining armor, he would have quite everything all together."Hmm... maybe I can be that knight in shining armor. It would be considered a debt paid, Well One good act doesn't amount to all he's done for me, but..."

Momonga wasn't a good person as Touch but he can play the part when he needs to. For now, this will be an act of kindness not from him, but from his old friend.

"So it's power you seek?" he says, his voice coming out way deeper and ominous than he expected."Huh?" The man only looks up, a bit spooked by Momonga's sudden appearance.

Actually, it made Momonga wonder, how does he see him even though no one else reacted to his appearance. He technically just showed up out of thin air just a few meters away from them, and now he was practically standing right in front of them all. Only about one and a half a meter away from him.

"Peculiar..." he thought, Everything about this is making his head spin like crazy. For now, he should just try to stabilize his thoughts and-

"G-god?"

And it seems they don't want him to. Why in the NINE WORLDS OF YDDRASSIL... would this man call him GOD?

In all honesty, he just technically fought 'God' and in all sense, kinda... absorbed him? Does that technically make him God? Well no, he was Momonga, the guildmaster of Ainz Ooal Gown. Not some God, but who was he to argue with this guy?Momonga probably seemed like a saving haven for him, so he was probably just really great full, or some other odd stupid reason.

"After all that happened, this doesn't matter right now. I wonder how you do these things Touch-san. For now, he wanted power so maybe I could give him a strength boost or something? Hmm... or maybe something with a bit more... kick to it."

Also, what was that beating sound he'd been hearing for a while now?


"oh shit, oh shit, oh SHIT!!! I must be high on something HELLA STRONG, to be doing this shit."

King, the strongest man alive, questioned his life choices to lead him up to this point. First facing off Against not one, not two, But FOUR, Dragon level threats. Beating them all with not only just a single attack but walking out completely unscathed. But no... Seemed he also wanted to face, not just monsters but even the heroes.

"Dang it, why must my body move into these situations when I could just sit on the sidelines, safe and with no monsters to fight. Not just that, but this kid should've told me the uncle he was talking about was the freaking HERO HUNTER. Sigh... doesn't matter. The engine has started and everyone staring at me."Shelving his discomfort and internal suffering, he steps forward. Ready to face not just the heroes but the hero hunter himself. He just hopes none of them will object to him asking if they can just go easy on the guy. Wait- what if they think his a sell out or a traitor.

He still had Tatsumaki in his arms, he didn't have the strength to run and just leave her there. Hell, even the lowest-ranking hero could probably catch up to him. Not just that but it seemed like Amai Mask was the current figurehead of them.

Knowing him, he'd probably call for King's execution too.

"Oh no, no no. I'm dead, I'm dead. This was a bad idea. A BAD IDEA. Wait no, I can't say that. As Saitama said, gotta have a bit more confidence. Come on me! You can do thi- *bump*..."

"Huh?"

That was peculiar, not just about a little over a meter from his destination, he bumped into... something. It was like walking into a wall, yet the wall felt so soft like fabric but also unmoving. All he could do from walking into this invisible wall was nothing.He first just stood there for a second and then lowered his eyes slowly to the only figure before him. All other heroes stood at a distance, leaving only him and the Hero hunter standing off from one another.

For some reason, Gorou looked at him yet seemed to look past him, or a bit above him? No matter where he was looking, it seemed his gaze was a bit unnerving. Like he was looking at an alien before his eyes.

King first wanted to say something but may have choked a bit on his determination after walking into the... barrier thing. He could feel all the heroes looking at them in anticipation of what was about to come.

Feeling the awkwardness getting to him, he wanted to finally speak up only to be cut off by Gorou's mumbled words.

"I... accept.."

The words were said so softly, that King doubted anyone else heard. He thought that the hero hunter must know why he was here and probably agreed to come willingly. King can't help but smile a bit, knowing that it wouldn't be as difficult as he thought.

His smile shortly froze when he felt a sudden chill down his spine. The sudden feeling of dread reignites his fear once more. The calmed King engine restarted way louder than it was before.

The sudden deathly aura and the king's engine roaring not just spooked the heroes but almost gave them a heart attack. They all widen their eyes at what they saw before them.

No more was Gorou crouching helplessly on the floor, instead, he was similar in a kneeling position surrounded by an aura of dread.

His form was cloaked in darkness, reflecting the night sky as they saw drifting stars on his body.

King, seeing this, wanted to do the best kingly thing possible. Hit the Jets and RUN. This wasn't what he was expecting but leave it to the world to put him in this positions. He was prepared to face a human man named Gorou, not... not this thing.

Clenching his butt chicks and digging his heels into the ground, he was prepared for takeoff. Will he probably die the moment he turns his back? Most likely. Can he do anything about it? No.

So the best is to pray for a miracle dressed in a yellow jumpsuit to save him.

"hm... humm.." The sounds sleepily drifting to his ear froze him way more than the presence of Gorou ever could.


Within his grasp, twisted and turned the sleeping form tornado. Her eyes twinkled open and seeing the shadowed face of King.

His face, stern and unyielding, was way more serious than usual. From her slumber, she could also feel the roaring sound of the king's engine, but that was not the reason for her wake. She slowly turned her head to look at the shadowy figure in front of them.

The Dark creature raised a hand and pulled back over its shoulder as though it were to slap the air in front of it. The sudden action caused her senses to freak as even without her powers active, she could feel the danger of the attack.She wanted to raise a barrier but realized she couldn't. Her energy reserves were completely tapped out. Whatever barrier she could make would be instantly broken by it.

Looking at the only capable individual here, she sees that King was barely even perturbed by the action. He was standing before it with nothing but a condescending look.

"I...I don't.." She looked back to the shivering form of the shadow creature, it seemed to pause its attack as it looked at King in anger and spite. Even though it lacked facial features, she could hear the emotions in his voice.

"I... Don't...Need your PITY!" The sudden shout let out a burst of energy as it swung forward its arm in a horizontal motion.

The attack caused massive shockwaves and destruction around them. If she had her power, such attacks would merely cause her to frown in annoyance but now in this weakened state, it was actually capable of killing her pretty easily.

Awaiting an end from the blinding attack, she instead... felt nothing. Everything was... fine. Even the wind from the Shockwaves was barely noticeable.

She looked once more to the one closest, King, as she saw his demeanor hadn't even changed. His face was stone cold as it always was.

Looking back in front of them, waiting for the dust cloud to disperse, she sees the landscape has been completely remodeled. The ground seemed to be lowered by about four feet only leaving the area directly behind them unscathed as it seemed as though the attack couldn't have gone past King.

Almost as if the attack raced forward to kill King specifically but ended up meeting an indomitable wall, stopping it completely.

"W-Where did he go?"


"Well so much for trying to help someone in need." Momonga was in a sense disappointed, and how could he not be?He put his businessman skills to work and offered the guy a helping hand, completely free of charge but ended up getting a slap to the face. Well, not exactly to the face as the energy attack had to travel a bit, but how it was sent off was just disrespectful.

He technically had his defenses up to absorb any one attack, damage-free, but after that guy bumped into him it was considered an attack and completely absorbed. It first spooked him to find out he could still be touched by others even though he can't be seen and then his mind wandered way further than he wanted it to.

He wondered who was this guy. Can he see him? Did that bump just waste one of his cash-shop items? Should he kill him for it? Why is he thinking of killing people? Who is the chick with the green hair?

All these thoughts distracted him from what was truly happening in front of him. After using one of his more lore/Role-playing items on the injured man. He realized some things were a bit off. The item, [Dark-Gift, was function a bit unusual.

First, of course, was that the item was supposed to only give a fifty percent buff but instead, it seemed to not just give a way bigger buff than it was supposed to, but function more as a race change item.

The guy was going true massive changes and the most disturbing was the sudden connection he had with him. The only thing he can equate it to is the connection he had with his summons but seemingly out of nowhere it was cut off as soon as it began.

No more was a helpless injured guy in front of him, but a severely buffed entity radiating something akin to his [despair-aura]. The sudden power also gave birth to a sudden outrage as he pulled back his hand and attacked.

Momonga was a mage and not a tank, so a direct attack wasn't something he wanted to handle after the fight he just got out of.

Even so, he casted away the thought of any protection barriers as he was curious about the damage the man could do after only using one [Dark-Gift] on him. The item was originally a set of 3 so he wondered how strong only one would make him.

The attack reached him and instead of connecting, it dispersed around him. The attack glided past him, still connecting with its target but merely flowing off as water would.

Momonga was saddened by the attack not having that much of an effect but he should judge, that attack was merely just a swing of his hand. He wondered how strong a full-powered blast would be.

"Hm, well, guess I'll have to find out next time I see him. At least he knows how to contact me whe- Huh!? My connection to the Star spirit... It's gone."

"[Greater-Teleportation]" Momonga not waiting for another second teleports to his summons last location, only to feel something off.

"Huh? What is this... feeling-" he's thoughts were cut short as he felt his body materializing to take form. Only problem was... he wasn't on the moon.

Floating in an abyss of space, he sees the moon in the distance. Appearing very small as a white spec.

"Did... someone block my Teleportation?"


[Author-san: I know, it's short (like shalltear), but just roll with it. This chapter was supposed to be part of chp.1 but ended up being shelved. Most of it was King being well... king but some of it was escalating the story a bit too far and just ended up throwing it off track ,so was momentarily shelved for future use. For now, just enjoy em, If you don't then you're free to delete it from your brain. I wish I could, as every paragraph just fills my mind with more and more questions. How much exp did ainz technically get from 'God'? How strong is he now? Who's luck is stronger, King or Ainz? Like the questions are unyielding with how stupid they can get, but that problem is for future me.] (Did a quick read true and fixed the most notable things, keyword being 'few'... Sorry I'm so lazy. It's in my DNA)

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