Authors Note:
Thank you, everyone, for continuing to read my story! The suspense is building up, and I know you're excited to know what's happening next! Bear with me as I set the scene! I promise something exciting will happen VERRRYYYY SOOOOONNN!
As always, I do not own Overlord or One Piece. Thank you very much, and I hope you enjoy it!
In the dimly lit chamber, where shadows danced in the flickering candlelight, sat "Big News" Morgans, the enigmatic president of the World Economy News Paper. His features were concealed in the obscurity of the room, but beneath the shroud of darkness, an unmistakable smile graced his beak. Morgans was a man of secrets, and he reveled in the knowledge he possessed.
The Tori Tori no Mi, Model: Albatross Devil Fruit had bestowed upon him not only the power to transform into an albatross hybrid and a full albatross at will, but also a remarkable ability that had propelled him to his esteemed position – the power to communicate with and exert control over birds. Through their eyes, he could see the world, and through their ears, he could hear its whispers. Morgans knew all, and it was this knowledge that made him the preeminent source of information in the world.
On this particular night, as he perched at his desk, a revelation had unfurled before him. It was a discovery of unparalleled significance, a revelation that had sent shivers of excitement down his spine. A new island, a pristine enigma, had materialized in the wake of the world-shaking quake. The synchronicity was too uncanny to be dismissed as mere chance, and Morgans sensed that destiny was weaving a tapestry of unfathomable proportions.
As he pondered the implications of this newfound discovery, a mischievous idea took root in Morgans' mind. "I should send them a greeting," he mused, his grin widening in the shadows. "I should let them know they aren't alone. After all, what use is a new island if they don't act? Ahhh. I truly wonder what the inhabitants of that island are like."
With that thought, Morgans' amusement bubbled over, and his laughter filled the room. It was a laughter that echoed through the walls, a cacophony that seemed to defy the boundaries of the chamber. Morgans knew that the world was about to change, and he relished the role he would play in this unfolding drama.
Momonga, the supreme being of Nazarick, found himself locked in a relentless battle of wits with the [Mirror of Remote Viewing]. This enchanted artifact, known for its ability to reveal distant locations, had so far proven stubbornly uncooperative. Frustration simmered beneath his composed exterior as the mirror continued to reflect nothing but the expanse of endless water. The absence of information about this enigmatic world gnawed at his patience, compelling him to seek answers.
Just as vexation began to wear away at his resolve, the sharp ping of a [Message] disrupted his thoughts. His fingers instinctively found their way to his temple as he responded to the incoming communication.
[Yes, Albedo? Is something the matter?] he inquired, his voice a calm and measured contrast to the turbulence of his thoughts.
[Momonga-sama.] came Albedo's voice through the magical channel, her words carrying a tone of urgency. [I have just received a report from Aura.]
[Aura, you say?] Momonga's interest was piqued.
Aura, the guardian responsible for maintaining the outer perimeter of Nazarick, had been tasked with the role of the first line of defense and surveillance along with Demiurge and Shalltear in the unfamiliar world they found themselves in. The removal of the Grenbera Swamp's status effects had been a double-edged sword, relieving them of its peril while opening the path for potential threats.
[Did she find something unusual in the Grenbera Swamp?] Momonga inquired, his crimson orbs narrowing in contemplation.
[Rather than within the swamp itself,] Albedo clarified, [she has captured a peculiar bird. It appears to be wearing a hat and is carrying a bag filled with newspapers. We have detained the creature for the time being, but I wanted to seek your permission to bring it within Nazarick and experiment.]
The description struck Momonga with a peculiar blend of curiosity and bewilderment. 'A bird? With a hat? And a bag? Papers?' If his skeletal visage could express emotions, it would have displayed a mixture of confusion and intrigue. Nevertheless, he shook his head, ridding himself of the distracting thoughts that threatened to overshadow his judgment.
[Umu. I see.] he conceded, his decision made. [Leave the bird where it is for now. I shall investigate the matter personally. Meet me at the entrance of the tomb.]
He was tired of sitting in his office all day with nothing to do. He wanted some fresh air, and the best excuse just came up! It was the perfect opportunity to step out of the tomb for some fresh air.
With that, Momonga ended the spell and made preparations to venture outside and smell some fresh air.
As Momonga and Albedo ventured through the once-perilous Grenbera Swamp, a sense of nostalgia washed over the skeletal overlord. The memories of their previous trials in this swamp, now void of menacing monsters and debilitating status effects, made the journey feel almost tranquil. The absence of Helheim's ominous red sky was a welcome change, and the lingering fog offered a degree of concealment that could prove advantageous.
With Mare's assistance, they had fortified the island with various obstacles – formidable whirlpools, extended fog cover, and concealed water elementals hidden beneath the surface. Their preparations were a testament to their vigilance in safeguarding Nazarick and its inhabitants.
Approaching the designated location where Aura had detained the peculiar bird, Momonga couldn't shake the peculiar sense of familiarity that the avian creature evoked. There was something about the bird that struck a chord deep within him, a faint echo of recognition that danced at the edge of his consciousness. However, there was little time for contemplation as Aura rushed forward, her greeting filled with gratitude and respect.
"Momonga-sama! I apologize for making you come all this way for this lowly task!" she exclaimed, bowing deeply. "Thank you very much for taking time out of your extensive schedule to come here!"
Momonga nodded in acknowledgment, his skeletal countenance granting him an air of authority. "Umu. It's all right. I felt that it was a situation that needed to be dealt with."
Aura beamed with happiness, her loyalty unwavering. Suddenly, her expression shifted to one of remembrance. "Oh, right! Momonga-sama! Here are the papers that the bird was carrying. It seems like a newspaper. Luckily, it seems that this world is using a similar language to our own. I don't recognize any of these people or places, though."
Taking the proffered newspaper from Aura, Momonga's eye sockets widened as he saw the contents. Recognition struck him like a thunderbolt, freezing him in place. He knew the newspaper, the person on the front cover, the location, and even the bird. It defied all reason, all logic.
'It can't be. Can it? How can it possibly be?' His thoughts raced, and he was about to voice his disbelief when a decisive action overtook him. Without hesitation, he invoked his a 8th tier spell, [Death], ending the bird's existence.
Starting with a chuckle, Momonga's laughter echoed through the swamp. However, it abruptly subsided as his Emotional Suppression kicked in. Clearing his nonexistent throat, he addressed the bewildered guardians who stood in the wake of his actions.
"Forgive me for my blunder just now," he began, his voice steady once more. "It seems that I got a little too excited. It seems that someone was using that bird to take a look at us. Thankfully, I got rid of it before we brought it into Nazarick."
Albedo and Aura immediately bowed, their unwavering loyalty on full display. "Of course not, Momonga-sama! It is our failure for not understanding your deep mind! We apologize for not realizing that the bird should have been eliminated!"
Sighing, Momonga continued, "Albedo, make copies of this newspaper and distribute them to all the guardians. Let them read and study the contents for now. I will gather the guardians and explain the situation we are currently in later."
Albedo acknowledged his order with a bow. "Yes, Momonga-sama."
With that, Momonga turned away, his thoughts drifting into a profound contemplation. Despite his skeletal visage lacking the ability to convey emotion, a sense of profound satisfaction radiated from his being.
'Interesting. Interesting. To think we would end up here. Let's think more about it in my room.'
Seated at his desk within the confines of Nazarick, Momonga was enveloped in contemplation, his thoughts drawn to the recent turn of events. The encounter with the enigmatic bird had left an indelible mark on his consciousness, and he couldn't help but sigh in response to the situation's complexity.
"Looks like we've been found," he mused quietly, the weight of responsibility and preparedness bearing down upon him. 'I don't know whether that birdman is going to divulge our presence, but it's not as if we can remain hidden forever. Guess we'll have to prepare. At least I know that [Death] works on those birds. I don't think he got any information about that spell, so he should be wondering how it died by now.'
Another sigh escaped him as he leaned back in his chair, his crimson eyes shifting to gaze at the ceiling. "But who would have thought... that I would enter the world of One Piece."
One Piece – a beloved and enduring piece of Japanese media that had transcended generations and witnessed the passage of time. Despite the shifting tides of the world, including the dominance of megacorporations and the ravages of war, One Piece had remained a constant. The original creator's legacy had lived on, with successive writers continuing the epic saga, even before Momonga's arrival in this world.
'But what the hell!? Over 7,000 chapters, but WE STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT THE ONE PIECE IS!' Momonga's frustration was palpable, mirroring the sentiments of countless fans who had devoted their lives to the elusive treasure that remained shrouded in mystery.
'Despite its popularity,' he thought, 'a lot of people hate One Piece because they know they'll never know the One Piece in their lifetime. People even threatened the writers to reveal the One Piece, but they never did.'
A momentary sadness gripped him as he reflected on the absence of his comrades in this unfamiliar world. "But to think I would be transported into the world of One Piece. I would have been happier if I had my friends with me, but..."
Shaking his skull, he quickly redirected his thoughts, focusing on the knowledge he possessed about this world. "At least I know the world we're in. And I've read so much of One Piece, but I still haven't caught up. I've been reading for years, but I still haven't been able to catch up because of work and YGGDRASIL. It's completely impossible!"
A surge of frustration compelled him to angrily punch the air, but the anger swiftly disappeared with the activation of his Emotional Suppression. "I guess I know the majority of what will happen. But I can't guarantee that everything will go the way I know. I guess the only way is for us to go out. I need to tell the guardians about this, but I don't know how I should tell them I know... It'll all work out, right?"
With a resigned sigh, he rose from his desk, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead. He initiated a [Message] to Albedo, conveying his decision: [Albedo, gather the guardians. It's time for me to convey the current situation we are in.]