Touch Me read Momonga's messages and decided to spend with him the last moments of Yggdrasil, in instead of appearing in the guild base, an unknown view...

A Board of Stories for Overlord.

After a prank goes wrong, Ainz finds himself on the polluted earth he hoped he would never return to. Though with his creation and newly appointed pope brought along as well, perhaps there was a chance to save this dying world, or at least those he cares about.

Momonga was absolutely miserable, after all, Yggdrasil was coming to an end. However, his melancholy had somewhat subsided with the appearance of his old friend, Touch Me. After departing with several endearing words, the Overlord decided to face the end with grace. Too bad that instead of logging off, the undead found himself in the middle of a massive forest all by his lonesome.

A solo player, Niwatori decides to visit a guild base on a whim. He makes fast friends with Momonga before the server shutdown. Unfortunately, his player character is female and Albedo is plotting behind Momonga's back to "disappear" her.

MC died, meet a god, agreed to be isekai'd in isekai to be isekai'd later on isekai where magic is real. Makes sense right? Now read it.

Momonga watched as the in game clock ticked down. 10 years, an entire decade. It was all going to be erased in a blink of eye. 11:59:30 "So this is it, huh?" The faces of Ainz Ooal Gown came to mind as he stared at the 41 flags hanging from dark steel poles. Bukubukuchagama, huh. He couldn't even remember her voice now.

32 year old Zevrik had just graduated to become a doctor, but he had suddenly contracted coronavirus. He was slightly devastated at first, but he quickly got rid of that feeling, instead, he became even calmer than he was before. Why? Well, the reason was that he was curious of what happened after death. Pretty crazy, right?

Blazing embers reflected on crystal orbs, a falling star was asked a simple request. “Please help me” One need not scour the Great forest of Evasha in order to come across the same wish scattered amongst thousands of souls, desperately clinging to a desolate hope they know will never come. And yet, in a day like any other one of these stars answered.

All enemy felled, all power gathered. Eons has passed since Sorcerous Kingdom achieve world dominance and build the Utopia. No matter the race or needs - all those under Ainz Ooul Gown will be forever happy. All others will pay for it.

Surshana Sisters undergoing some special training to become worthy of their rank in SK Adventure Guild hierarchy. (This tiny fic was written in a couple of evenings for those like myself, who need a fix of their daily VS while the story is drying out "Beast men Heroes" arc. Which will probably be very good once it finally over]:) Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it.

Mistakes were made, Demiurge's plan suffer a few surprises, Ainz's luck runs out and, all of a sudden, Neia Baraja finds herself not that impressed with the Sorcerer Kingdom. Volume 12 cannon divergent and AU.

To regain a fraction of his humanity, Ainz attempts to create a spell capable of countering his emotion suppressor: but the incantation is more potent than expected, and Suzuki Satoru finds himself irreversibly restored, in the flesh! As more and more people find out and misinterpret the transformation's purpose, will Ainz be able to uphold his façade as the infallible Overlord?

[AU] This is the story of the Arch-Devil Tri'ade Lord of Nazarick. Set in an alternative history of the story of Overlord. A history where Momonga mysteriously left the guild before its collapse and Tri'ade took up the mantle of Guild Master. It is up to Tri'ade now to lead Nazarick in the New World after overseeing the decline of his Guild.

A crackfic for laughs, just enjoy it.

Momonga was transported to the New World alongside the Great Tomb of Nazarick. The tomb was suspended in time, yet Momonga was miraculously able to have his own little adventure. Awaiting the moment his home to be freed, he continued to refine himself, aiming to realise his one and only wish, to reunite the members of Ainz Ooal Gown!

The Great Tomb of Nazarick emerges into the New World, bearing with it more Players than have ever arrived during an Advent of the Gods, all of whom are the pinnacle of hardcore gamers. There are role players, min-max specialists, and PKK strategists. Builders, explorers, dreamers and more; Ainz Ooal Gown has them all, and this time there are eleven of them. A new grind begins.

Sir Litzelot, who was a solo role Player, stayed on. After the first shocks he started his journey. Nazarick arrives later. How will Nazarick and Sir Litzelot react to each other? ( First fanfiction so please do not be to harsh, English is also not my native language) rating M because I do not know how the story will develope. I want to revise the idea)

Two months have passed since Sitri, the Lustful Warrior, was transported to the New World. His travels lead him to the city of E-Naeurl, where he encounters the women of Four Armaments. (There's no frilling this up, this is just an excuse for an OC X Scama Lemon with some plot thrown in too!)

Test Story, silahkan dibaca lalu dinilai.

VMMORPG. Check. Isekai. Check. A Guild filled to the brim with insanity, meme's and copious amounts of Yorkshire blend tea. Check. How about the fact said Guild just so happens to be one of the strongest naval Guilds existence, or the fact we're absolute tyrant merchant's sailing the high seas. Fear us for we are the Six Oceans Yorkshire Tea Company. All Your Tea Are Belong To Us.

What happens when Nazaricks coolest, most rational mind decides to let his personal feelings of unknown origins get the better of him? (Branch story of The Burden of Expectation. Explores prospects and ideas previously mentioned all while Demiurge tries even harder to read his master.)

"I still remember the old days, my beautiful memories, but now they torment me, more than anything else." for r/OverlordFanFics Oneshotober Prompt: "Ainz-Sama ... where did all the Supreme Beings go?" by u/Saturn Coffee

Momonga, tired of being killed over and over again by Yggdrasil PK:ers, decides to give the game one last try before giving up, picking a race more commonly accepted by the community: a Fallen Angel. With greater emotions and impulsivity, his time in the New World differs. ...Can he assume the role of a benevolent leader and hero, or will Nazarick break his waning morality first?

To go back and watch the world around us through rose tinted glass ... an unrealisable dream, but to shatter that glass in order to find the purpose of your existence, an impossible task. Follow Nazarick as they raise a puppet master born without purpose as he drives change in a world created by his omnipotent father.