[Author-san: Was gonna be longer but... words make me uhg. Warning- made up of mistakes. (talking about the chapter off course) Read at your own risk.]

"Well, well... if it isn't the final round."

"The one to decide it all"

Two monsters of unparalleled might stared toward one another, a silent battle before the coming war.

One teen girl in a bunny costume, truly fitting of the word cute. Her black skin-tight clothes and pink socks were a pleasure to the eyes but gave a sense of a hidden danger lurking beneath the surface.

The landscape was barren, a desolate desert with only red sand drifting with the wind, and giant rocks resting on the horizon.The little bunny girl looked out of place in this world, but her opponent blended in just perfectly.

A middle-aged man covered most of his face with a cloth adorned with gold jewels. Saggy clothes, and two sabers on his side along with a copper lamp reminiscent of a genie's. He had a tan completion, and with his attire, he seemed fit for the warm temperatures the land had to offer.

His eyes were sharp yet also cold as they gazed at his opponent. The girl merely smiled and seemed joyish from the man's presence.

"Well, aren't you gonna prepare this time?" Asked the girl to him, almost as if purring at him in a teasing manner. The man merely replied in a dead calculated tone.

"That won't be necessary for this round. I don't plan on losing this time."

"Hehe-" She giggles at his response. He was way more confident this time than the rest of their battles.

"If I'm not mistaken, this would be the eighth time you lost." She teased.

"I only lost six times. But who's keeping count."

Off course, the last one was a draw even since the time ran out. Now she was feeling a bit on edge. His actions may seem prideful and all talk considering his track record, but she knows he had the tools to back it up.

Only in a few matches, he has already gotten a good grasp on her powers and abilities. In the third match he even showed he already learned her fighting style which led her to ditch her old abilities and powers for new ones.

But he already learned to much and started applying that knowledge to their fights. On the fifth match, he seemed to come to a conclusion. Instantly he threw the match and decided to get a 'wardrobe' change.

Bit by bit, he has been making progress. Round one he couldn't even lay a scratch on her. In round two he was able to find out the gap within her armor.

She fixed that predicament by changing her ability set, he knew he couldn't learn all the skills and abilities within the short amount of time they had but there was still hope for him.

No matter how much she changed her abilities, skills, and weapons. Her fighting style remained the same.

"I think it's about time we started, don't you?" His words broke her away from her thoughts. He was prepared with his blades drawn, or I guess only one of them. The other one was still at his left side, next to the copper lamp of his.

"I'm ready when you are. Let's begin!" She was prepared no matter what he may throw at her.

[3]

The countdown began as she prepared her own weapon.

[2]

Within her grasp was her signature Giant war hammer. Covered in glitter and roses, almost making one ignore the blood splatter on it.

[1]

"Time to end this"

[-FIGHT!-]

"Well isn't this something..." King said as he sipped of his milkshake. His hands glued to the buttons as they tapped away.His fingers blitzed across the panel as he stared intently towards the screen.

"Seems you already saw true my plans, I'll have to change it up again." Commented his opponent.

Opposite his arcade game was the new challenger, Suzuki Satoru.

"I'm honored you prepared such small gifts for little old me." King's voice was as serious as ever but his words were a bit genuine.

It has been a while since someone was able to take away 25 percent of his health. His chosen character, Bunny-Bunny-Sweetie, wasn't looking so good.

The green icon told him that he has been poisoned, but that wasn't the main issue. It was the slowness de-buff he got from it. Bunny Sweetie was optimal for fighting most opponents due to her speed and flexibility but as the Mach goes on, Suzuki was turning his pros into cons.

All he needed was to land one good blow on Suzuki to finish him as he saw his opponent hasn't figured out yet how to escape his signature combo. His fighting style for this character is too exposed, he was basically a open book.

"What's the matter King, you seem worried." Satoru asked, his voice layered with sarcasm and hints of enjoyment.

"Nothing, just a bit surprised by how you set all this up so quickly."

"Set up? Oh... well I guess you noticed. I won't lie. When it comes to losing, you could say I'm the best at it."

And it seemed like he was right about that. Suzuki chose the best character to counter his, the best weapon to deal quick and fast damage, a terrain that will be greatly beneficial to him, and several other plans he hasn't showed yet.

"King... your health is looking pretty low there."

His words were no more confident but dead serious in his statement. King, for the lack of a better word, was losing. This was not the same as his sparing with Saitama when he used a handicap but this was him actually fighting.

In all the matches before this one, he absolutely demolished Suzuki with little effort. He understood Suzuki was a bit unfamiliar with the game, but in little to no time he learned the basics pretty well.

And that was the factor that scared King, the potential he holds. All this time he has only been using the basics. Suzuki is still unaware of the hidden techniques each character possesses.

King held his hand from using any, but right now he was in trouble. Each of his attributes he used to win were blocked off. He tried playing defensive but the effect of the blades make it hard to do.

Each one holding either poison effect or a decay aura. Worst thing is, they look the same. If he looked away from his opponent's weapon just once, it could be extremely bad.

Aura attacks can only be blocked by energy infused shields, and poisoned attacks don't count as magical but physical so it'll just go true the barrier.

Suzuki really neat picked at this games mechanics to get him in this situation.

"Seems I have no other choice- Sigh" King had enough.

He couldn't hold back anymore. If he stayed his hand then he will lose, but if he shows Suzuki this then he would be creating a monster.

This man was basically obsessed with the knowledge of power. He didn't have to even have the power, he merely just wished to know.

"So you were hiding something. King, you never stop to amaze me"

The monotone voice of the undead was genuine in its compliment. With King's avatar reaching a health within the red, he made his decision.

"Witness, the ultimate technique and power of Bunny Bunny Sweetie. The transformation from a Loli Kawai innocent girl... To the ultimate Onee-Chan that no man's heart can withstand."

King's words may have seemed childish and ridiculous, but the seriousness in his tone made one think he was facing a God-level threat. Ainz was no more Satoru but Momonga in the nonexistent flesh.

He Felt so stupid. Of course, there must be a transformation function. He called himself a gamer and yet he overlooked such a possibility.

The game had no leveling or class system, all it had was preselected Characters with their own abilities and traits. The best he can amount it to Yddrassil would be that all of them were the same level, just that each one was a different build.

To have a transformation available opens more doors for new ultimates and combos.

"I got careless once more. If Variable Talisman were to see me he would probably laugh at my mistake, but there is still hope!"

The battle wasn't over yet. The Bunny Sweetie character is no doubt one of the most broken characters in this game. He first thought she was an assassin/ninja type build similar to his comrade Nishikienrai, but oh was he wrong.

In all honesty, she was more akin to Touch, the world champion of Ainz Ooal Gown. Fighting someone like him, the number one rule was, 'Don't get hit'.

This time, it wasn't any different. One hit, and he would be completely caught within King's combo. He wouldn't have any time to defend himself, but it doesn't matter now.

King would finally show his true power, which was Momonga's true goal. With that knowledge, he could finally see a way to end him.

[Left-right]-[Down]-[A-]

The Bunny Sweetie sparkles and explodes in a ray of colors. Her former attire was a Bunny costume but now she was layered in a fancy red dress. No more sitting at a height of 5,4 but now a tall woman of 5,8.

In her hand was a bloody red umbrella and a wine glass spilling a few drops on the desert sand. She was darting left and right, always moving signifying that she probably had an auto dodge ability.

Momonga made sure to note the steps down to the last second. It was so simple yet so hard. The transformation came with a small recovery of health, but also a wait time.

King time his transformation well, as Momonga was on a cooldown period and couldn't attack.

"I think, it's time to call it quits, Satoru." King said, his voice final with no room for argument.

"I agree. It's about time we end this, I'm running out of game coins for another round."

The two combatants face off. King not wasting a second, his fingers blitz over the controls. The old arcade machine seems to buckle under the pressure as it creeks.

Momonga this time pulls out both sabers and prepares for what's about to come. Not even given a chance, a thousand attacks rain down on him.

The new Fighting pattern of this character was unexpected. King doesn't give him a chance to experience his own transformation.

Momonga's health is quickly brought down in the red but he prevails true it. He knew this would happen so he prepared in advance. The clothes of his character had the singular function of making him survive and successfully dodge one attack in exchange for a drop in his defense.

"Time to use it"

Momonga switches his weapons as his character abandons his blades and takes out the lamp.

King didn't stop his relentless assault but he knew there wasn't much he could do.

"Suzuki, that attack isn't enough to kill me. My health is too high for a one-hit kill."

"Oh, dear friend, it's not here to kill you, but just to give me a bit of time."

The lamp, instead of being rubbed for a magical genie, is thrown at his opponent. The lamp breaks into pieces as the blue smoke sticks to his enemy.

The ultimate wouldn't be enough to kill King, but to throw it would give him a paralyzed effect which was something way far better than a genie's blast.

"Now, how was that transformation again?" Asks Momonga sarcastically. Pressing the buttons he initiates the transformation.

The character is covered in a sandy tornado but then reveals a rotten mummy underneath.

"Let's end this KING! Taste the power of the UNDEAD!"

[Player 1- King- Wins!]

[(*~*)]

"Guess I won..." Comments King with a little smirk.

"WHAT!?"

Momonga screamed furiously, this was outrageous. This was preposterous. He was about to unleash his Ultimate attack, and with the boost of the transformation, it would have ended King with one blow. HOW!?

"Should have told you. A transformation within a character's Home Arena will give a penalty of losing 10% health, which you had less of. Should've known that all those stat boosts and terrain buffs wouldn't come for free."

King said in a nonchalant tone. Taking a sip of his milkshake before walking out.

.

"Shitty Devs!!!"

"So what are you gonna do now?" asked King to the rage-full Overlord next to him. The poor undead was fuming with a dark crimson aura. His mask added more to his sinister look, some people tried to keep away as much as possible.

It was almost morning as they saw the sun rising in the distance.

"I'm... I'm just, gonna calm down." Murmured the Undead to himself. Still waiting a bit for the emotional suppressor to do its work.

Needed to activate it a few times before he accidentally released his despair aura, killing everyone around him.

"For now, I think I just need to get back to what I was doing. King, do you know perhaps where is the nearest Computer?"

King first sipped the last bits of his milkshake as he thought of Suzuki's question. He seemed to get to a conclusion as he pointed to the tall building down the road.

"My apartment complex has a computer room you could probably use. I'm sure the staff won't mind.""Yes, that would be great. Thank you King for your assistance. Oh yes! Also, do you know where I can find a place named... uhm, the Hero Association."

King hesitated before answering, he first wondered how to answer the undead without appearing racist against his kind.

"Well, I'm not so sure that would be a good idea. They don't exactly like well... your kind, humans, and monsters aren't on all that good terms right now." Said King, trying to not seem rude.

Suzuki wasn't the same as most monsters. Instead of going on a rampage, he only ever threw a fit when he realized he was unable to eat or drink any of the fast food King bought.

King felt bad about it cuz it was his way of trying to show he wasn't a threat and that they could be friends. He should've known a skeleton wasn't able to eat, but luckily their love for games rebuilt that bridge.

They weren't the best of buds, but more like two gamers who crossed paths and played a nice match. They could play again once in a while but will probably not see each other again outside of gaming.

"I understand. Heteromorphs aren't all that liked here, it was stupid for me to think otherwise. Let's get back to your apartment shall we?"

"Y-yeah..."

King couldn't see his expression, but he felt like Suzuki had a bit of hope they would see him differently. Maybe he wasn't such a bad monster after all.

"Doc, tell me straight. Am I dying or living?"

"W-well.." Garou gained a knew vein on his forehead by how much this guy was stuttering in their conversation. It was getting annoying as hell.

"Just tell me, IF I'M DYING OR NOT!"

The doctor just sighed as he saw no other way to avoid this talk.

"To put it plainly. I don't know."

"You don't... know?" Now Garou was way more than just a bit pissed off.

"What I can say is that your wounds aren't exactly normal."

"Well, no shit gramps. Most people's wounds don't ooze out black ink shit!"

Seeing that this shouting wasn't getting anywhere, Genos stepped in, trying to calm the situation.

"Doctor Kuseno may not know much, but he has made a few discoveries. Doctor if you may."

The doctor nods and shows the x-rays to Garou. They didn't seem all that much if one ignored the obvious tree branch marks over his ribcage and several other shapes originating from his wounds.

"All tough most of the outside has healed, the inside still seems to be effected by this black substance. The cells near your wounds are slowly decaying when coming into contact with it, but they do not appear to be dying. It's functioning more as a virus that's spreading true out your body than an infection."

Garou was still puzzled by what exactly it was. All he wanted to know was if he was going to die or not.

"Listen here, gramps. I don't care if it's a virus or a fungus. All I wanna know is if I'm gonna die or not. Is this something I can shake off, or is it a permanent thing?"

"Well, you are going to die, but..."

"There's a but?"

"Like I said, you will die. Or more like your body will. The cells that have been affected are dead yet still functioning as they should be. So if it were to affect your whole body. Theoretically, you should still be able to function while being dead. Maybe..."

"I thought you were some smart ass Doctor. You can't come here with Maybes!"

"This isn't my specialty. This is more of the things cultists and supernatural fanatics deal with. I suggest asking them for a second take."

Garou hits away the equipment as he storms out. Leaving only the cyborg and doctor within the room.

"Dr.Kuseno, is there really nothing you can do?" asked Genos, a bit worried for the former hero hunter's health. He may still think Garou as a criminal, but his master's teachings have given him a new outlook on his core, or more as his emotions.

"I'm afraid this is too out of my scope of understanding. The changes his body are going true are something I've never seen before. Maybe your master Saitama will know someone familiar within this realm of science."

Genos first carefully thought on the doctor's advice. Master Saitama was very knowledgeable and knew many people in high positions. If anyone had a friend also working within the cult and world of magic, he would.

"Thank you, doctor. I will ask him when he returns from his trip."

"Trip? Did he go perhaps somewhere?"

"Master had been searching for King but haven't found him since last night. He told me to help Garou get some treatment while he searches for King at the hero Association headquarters. They've spoken about turning it to a 'Home for Hero's'. Or that's what the commercials spoke of."

"Well let's hope it all just goes smoothly."

Things did not go smoothly.

"Hey chick, whatever you're selling, I'm not buying!" screamed Saitama, trying to get true to the crazy lady before him.

"How DARE a mortal like you talk to one of the supreme ones loyal servants!? I AM THE DEATH EMPRESS!! REMEMBER IT WELL, MORTAL!"

"AND that's the God-damn sixth time you've said that. WE GET IT! You're an EMPRESS of DEATH. BOO fucking woo, want a medal!?"

Repeatedly the two were screaming at one another. The Empress constantly throws Saitama with more black energy beams that he keeps swatting away. They keep going on with their little banter until Saitama suddenly stops and inhales a large breath.

Seeming to be on the very breaking point of arguing with this woman, he tries a little more calming approach.

"Okay, let's calm down for a second. Mis Empress, I apolog-hmmm. " Saitama first stutters a bit at the words. His former anger re-servisting.

"Mis Empress... as I said, I am sorry for the inconvenience on your, uhm, dead knig-"

"Death Knights, peasant. Their called death knights."

"Hmm.." Now he was just more than angry. " Your death Knights, I just wanted to apologize for... hurting, them."

"Hurting!? You killed my loyal Dogs because you said they were fun to PUNCH. HOW do you expect me to do my job NOW!? The great one has been merciful so far to my past failures, but NOW, I HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS! Didn't you say you were a hero? Yet you are ruining the lives of a citizen. HOW DARE YOU!?"

From her screaming and aura, many people started to gather. Went from a few people to a few dozen. Most of them were fellow heroes, looking at the scene.

In all sense, Saitama was technically the one to blame. The chick was minding her business, and then out of nowhere, a guy in a yellow jumpsuit started killing her guards.

How was he supposed to know they were her guards. The things looked like monstrous abominations. Just because the owner of those monstrous knights was a hot white-haired chick, now people are interested.

When he was killing those things, no one gave to flying Shits. All it takes is one rich girl to throw a tantrum, and now he has to deal with an angry mob... again.

"You heroes are pathetic creatures. Truly a cancer on this world. Why do we even need people like you?" After her hateful comment, the other heroes started to speak, trying to change her views on heroes.

"That isn't true, Princess!" "We all aren't like that scum!" "Don't believe him, he isn't a real hero!"

Now that last one just cut deeper than any sword would.

Saitama wondered if he should just call it quits and make a run for it. This was completely out of his scope of problems to solve. All he wanted to do was find King and probably play a game or two.

But now he has to handel this rich privileged girl. It isn't his fault those creatures could survive more than just one hit. And they even seemed to absorb most of the attack, making him punch with way more force than he usually does. Not even worried about the Terrain getting damaged.

Who could blame him for having a good time punching things. He was just doing his job of getting rid of monsters. He didn't know they had an owner. Who even owns monsters as pets?

"Okay, lady. Just tell me already how much they cost and I'll.. pay up, I guess." More debt, here I come.

"Are you retarded you filthy inbred human pest."

Ouch, that one was just poisonous. Doesn't this chick have a filter, or is she mad at humanity more than she's mad at me. Like just take a chill pill.

"Those Death Knights were a gift from the Lord HIMSELF! They are un-replaceable creatures that a filthy hairless ape like you could never remake."

Yep, now she was off the deep end. No more reason as she seemed to stop holding back.

Her aura no more contained as it instantly killed all nearby plants, making its way to the heroes around them.

She seemed to hold enough control to not kill the bystanders, even though she looked eager to do it.

"Are we really gonna do this? I have plans later, so how long will your temper last?"

"MY TEMPER?!"

Saitama's words only turned the storm of death into a black hole of decay. She instantly took the initiative as she grabbed Saitama's head, her fingers longer than before as they rapped all around it. Lifting him from the ground and flying off with him to the nearest mountain to throw at.

"Sigh... This is gonna be a long day..."

Sitch was having a good day. Everything was going as planned. Things were actually looking up.They managed to finish most of their preparations on time. The meeting place for Blast has been prepared, and the new homing for the heroes has been finalized. No problems as far as the eye could see.

"Oh, this sweet sound of silenc-[ALERT!]... Dang it. What is it now?"

Not even fighting for his piece, he asks the nearest secretary on the situation. In response, a digital image appears. Showing the desolate landscape of the former battleground.

Just a few thousand meters from their front door, a whirlpool of darkness was ripping apart the already broken landscape.

"What am I looking at? Is an enemy attack? What's the status?"

"Uhm, we are not sure, sir. It appears that a fight broke out in front of the HQ gates. Multiple heroes were seen standing near the origin of the blast. So far, it seems the anomaly is growing, but moving away from Headquarters."

The news was troubling, but at least not completely unknown. He should've guessed that something like this would happen.

"What about the current whereabouts of Tornado. Is this her doing?"

"No, sir. She is still located within sector C. Our cameras show that a commotion broke out with one of our heroes and... who I believe to be, Madam Morana."Said the receptionist, a bit uncertain of what she was seeing.

"Huh!?"

Sitch was surprised from who was at the center of this commotion. "Are you sure it could be her. As we know, she is a very wealthy woman with her generous donations to the association. Maybe it was someone who looked like her or-" Sitch is stopped in his tracks as the digital image changes.

The image shows a woman of snow white hair and a black dress with ruby jewels decorating her form. It was clearly showing her angered face, staring at the Bald hero before the disaster struck.

She was unmistakable with her beauty. Sitch was a bit worried about her behavior. She gave a huge donation and was set for a meeting with one of the directors. For her to have a conflict with one of their heroes was bad.

In times like these, they need all the money they can get to rebuild after the battle.

Within the twirling vortex of death and decay, two combatants faced off against one another. The woman was scowling at he caped hero with a look of pure disgust.

"Ready to submit yet, worm?" Asked the woman.

"I want to just go home. Can't we act like this just never happened?"

Saitama's words fell on deaf ears, as when she didn't hear him say 'yes' she didn't bother to listen further.

"You will regret denying my mercy, insect." She raised her hands, preparing to send a wave of dark matter directly at the hero.

Saitama saw how the whirlpool was shrinking and getting closer towards him. The landscape was turning to ash as the dark mass moved forward.

He was still in his hero suit and didn't wanna walk home naked... again.

"Okay, lady, this has been fun and all, but-" Before he could finish his goodbye, a loud blast could be heard.

They both looked over past all the dark winds and mist they could see several SUV's standing outside the whirlpool.

"Hmp. Seems you get to live another day longer, little monkey." The woman dispersed the storm off death.

Making her exit towards the cars, she stops and looks back.

"Just remembered, your transgressions will NEVER go unpunished. So long, Bald little man, enjoy your last days alive."

"What did she say about my head? Bald!?"

With finally a way out showing itself, Saitama beats down his annoyance and anger so he may finally get away from this crazy chick and get back to what he was doing.

"Mis.Morana, we were wondering where you disappeared too. Tsukuyomi has been very lenient with our resources but please, out time is a different matter all together." Spoke the mask man infront of the group. He lowered the mask apon the woman's arrival.

He had pale hair and the eyes of a psychopath. His most notable facial feature is the star/cross pattern which runs horizontally along his forehead.

He dresses in a very formal manner; wearing a pair of white gloves, dark dress shoes and pants, a belt, a plain white tie, and a dark dress shirt which resembles the night sky.

"I don't care about your time. You interrupted an execution. That is something punishable by death, but I'll over look it this once." The women said to him dismissively.

"The necessary arrangements have been made. All we await are the operatives from your side."

The woman first scowls once more at his voice. She hated speaking to the lesser creatures of this world. It was so annoying and filthy to be in their presence.

"Yes, yes." She says in a dismissive tone. "Our operatives are only one call away. Black Capsule never disappoints when it comes to our power." She raised two fingers to her ear as she contacted her comrade.

"Lord Corpse." She said. From her calling, the shadow beneath them opened up. The small spot appears like a sinkhole as it falls into an abyss.

From the abyss climb a giant of a man, or more of a grotesque group of skeletons forming one body.

A hulking undead that seems to be a fusion of multiple skeletons. Its upper torso is comprised of several rib cages and six skull heads. On its right shoulder, it had a spiked ossified pauldron. Its upper limbs are asymmetrical as the right hand is skinny, while the left is a massive four-fingered claw with a nail impaled at the center. The Corpse Guardian wears a tattered robe that exposes his upper torso, while the bottom part is covered with multiple chains.

His towering form looks over the group of humans. Its burning eyes were cold as it gazed over them. The silence was broken as it lowered its gigantic battle axe on the group. The weapon crushed the dirt beneath it, sinking into the ground.

"It's so good to see you again Corpse, how's the hunt treating you?~"

Instead of hearing the condescending tone she always used when in their presence, she spoke in a friendly and warming voice towards her colleague.

The sudden change only showed how much she truly hated humans, as now she was even edging closer to her comrade as she spoke.The masked Tsukuyomi official was closely listening in on their small talk they were having.

Although the newly arrived guest, now know as simply Corpse, was barely speaking as everything he said came out as growls or akin to the sound of grinding stone.This didn't seem unusual for Morana as she understood his 'words' very well. The only thing he could gain was that they were apparently hunting for, as they called it, the 'chosen-ones'.

Tsukuyomi could use this information greatly as their newly obtained partners were a bit of a mystery. The group only went by the signature name, Black Capsule, and seemed to have a great supply of strong individuals.

But the truly important fact that made them so interesting was their connection to the entity known as God. The information they gained from Black Capsule was unmistakable. Their research on God was leagues above their own and may be just what they need to finish their long-standing goal.

"Excuse the interruption, Ms. Marana, but may you be so kind as to introduce your colleague. It would be a pleasure to work with... him?" He voiced his last word as a question, as it was way harder to identify the gender of a skeleton. He didn't want to be disrespectful to their current allies.

"Oh yes. Corpses, this is the human group I've been talking to you about. Don't worry. Their smell is bad, but it's easy to get used to. This is their representative... uhm. What is your name again, little creature?"

"Apollo. Merely just call me Apollo. It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir.Corpse."

"You're really a life saver, Satoru." thanked King, as he was speeding over the landscape.Above him, the one holding him like a package was Suzuki.

He was using the [Fly] spell to blitz towards the shadow in the distance."Is that the building, King? It surely is a sight from this distance. Also, again. Sorry for making you late, it's - " "No worries." King cuts him off from his apology.King may have forgotten that today was the meeting he needed to attend. It is still about two hours before it begins, but he needs to arrive early to finish some other work.

Thinking that this may be his last days as a hero, he would rather have his documents prepared in case it led to more than just an unemployment.

"Wonder what the afterlife is like?" Muses King to himself.

"It's not like there is an afterlife. When someone dies, it all just goes dark. Nothing after that..." Suzuki says in a dead tone. He quickly recovers and switches up his words. "Or that's what I've heard. You know those dumb theories people come up with."

King only nods at this behavior once in a while, Suzuki speaks of the weirdest and creepiest things. For now, he just ignores them and shoves those things to the back of his head.

"Satoru, not to be rude or anything, but... You might not know a way to like, I don't know... cheat death?"

The sudden question made Suzuki think first for a second. He didn't know if this world's people had the powers of resurrection, so he didn't know how to answer.

"Why would you want such knowledge?"

King perked up a bit from Suzuki's words. Him asking such a question must have shown that he knew at least a bit of the topic.

"No reason in particular, just that well. The destination I'm going to might be dangerous, and I just wanted to know a few ways to survive the worst."

Suzuki was quiet. First, thinking over it, he could see King's reasoning for asking him on this topic.

Momonga was infact an undead, so if anyone knew something about coming back to life, it would be a talking reanimated corpse.

"King, I may not be able to give you the knowledge of resurrection, but if this place is so dangerous for you. Then I can help with a few... blessings."

"Are they here?" Questioned Sitch.

"So far, only Tatsumaki and Flashy Flash are within the HQ. King has notified us that his on his way." Replied his secretary. Sitch excused her, after her exit he could feel the air getting more dense.

The meeting was near, most of it was for the promotion of rank but the main topic of discussion would be the new threats looming over their heads.

"Don't worry yourself to much about this. Ya'll only gain more wrinkles by stressing all the time."

The sudden voice came from the unknown shadow to his right. Stepping out, he revealed to be The rank one himself, Blast.

"I hope you don't make Teleporting in my office a hobby."

Blast merely chuckles at Sitch's words. He was handling the situation more with a carefree mind. Sitch instead refocused the conversation as he pressed a button to show a digital image to Blast.

The image being the frozen star drifting near the moon.

"Never took you for a sculptor, Blast. Really a work of art."

Blast subsided his comedic act as he sat down apposite Sitch. Only looking at the image before speaking with a smirk.

"If your worried about such a little thing... I wonder how ya'll act when the main event starts."

[Author-san: Was gonna write more but I'm gonna try to stay within the 6K limit. Anymore and I'll get dizzy with all those words on my screen.

Short Rambling- (don't have to read further)

Also. Someone (Can't remember who) asked why Garou was struggling with a hanzo in the last chapter. (Or was it chapter 2, idk) This is a good way to basically translate how strong a character from Overlord translates to Opm. Off course all Overlord characters are pumped up.

This will be just for my FF and not the Canon stuff, but basically monster Garou would be stronger than a hanzo. Just that in that chapter he was already weakened from his injuries and he had to deal with way more than just a hanzo. There was death knights, shadow demons, Death Empress, etc. He wasn't at his full power and only way to gain a quick bit of power was his transformation. Hanzos are strong and fast, but they mostly stealth focused creatures and not actually battle strong summons used for direct confrontations. He even said that most of the things hunting him was things he could one-shot, only problem was that they were to fast and agile to hit.

But things over so level 80 are things that could be classified as dragon level threats. But at the end of the day, its not all about just level but by how they use their abilities and strategies. ]