Overlord and all its characters are the property of Kugane Maruyama, and RWBY is owned by Rooster Teeth, I only take ownership of the original characters and the plot line.
This is my first time writing a story and I plan to use it to expand my experience and improve my writing. I would appreciate any advice and constructive feedback from the reader on both the pacing and the grammar, as English is not my first language.
Enjoy.
Volume 1 Chapter 1: Prologue
In a rustling forest, an unexplained phenomenon occurs; reality seems to shift, fall apart, and reconstruct multiple times over a certain point.
No creature with or without a soul approached this area, it was a sight of cosmic delirium.
If someone were to witness this phenomenon happen before their eyes, madness of the sight would be the fate that awaits them, that is if the constant efforts of the universe to maintain its metaphysical integrity did not ripe their existence into non-existent particles, so maybe it is for the best that no one is seeing this phenomenon occur.
And finally, after an unknown amount of time something happened.
A tall figure appeared in place of the rips as if the universe finally gave up on trying to prevent whatever was attempting to enter it.
The figure wore a velvet-colored cloak with golden hems of unimaginable beauty and prestige, one glance at it would make even the greatest of kings and monarchs bow before its great value.
Yet the beauty of the cloak did not take from the aura of the one wearing it, for the being itself was not ordinary.
Within the hood of the cloak was a pale white skull.
White as marble and free from all defects, one look was all it took for anyone to understand that the skull could not have possibly belonged to a living human.
The skull housed two crimson red flames in its sockets where the eyes should be, the flames were burning with primordial power, yet still give any onlooker a sense of boundless wisdom.
The finger was holding a golden, immaculate and otherworldly staff between his clow-like long fingers.
The figure adjusted to its surroundings and after a while let out a sound.
'What's going on? Did they move the shutdown time without informing anyone?'
The overlord of death, and leader of the guild Ainz Ooal gown Momonga moved his hands forward to log out, only to find his hands unable to reach the UI.
"Huh? What's going on? Is this a glitch? I can't touch the UI.
Finding the situation to be an annoying blemish on his final memories of his favorite game, Momonga moved two of his fingers to his skull and casted a spell.
"[Message] connect to GM."
Instead of the sound of a call connecting, all that awaited Momonga was the feeling of reaching for something not there.
"I can't message the GM!" the overlord said as he panicked, only for him to calm down in the next instant as if nothing happened at all. "This…. Is…. odd."
It had taken him a second to remember that he was in an unfamiliar location, and less to investigate his surroundings and cast a multitude of spells for defense and concealment out of instinct.
The process felt so natural for the overlord that he didn't hesitate throughout the process, nor did he question how he cast his spells this quickly without the help of his UI, the whole process was as natural to him as berthing was to a human.
" [Body of Effulgent Beryl], [Perfect Unknowable], [Greater Fly], [Greater Defense UP],[Greater Protection],[Greater Resistant],[Blessing of the Unknown god ],[Greater Protection Against Holy],[Protection Against Bludgeoning Damage],[Protection of the Undead gods],[Invincible], [Resistant to Fire] [Silent Magic: Resistant to Holy] [False Data Life] that should do for now"
After casting the spells, Momonga moved to the sky in order to get a better view of the surrounding area.
Amongst the many spells he had just cast, some were only used to mislead any possible PKs that had somehow managed to bypass his anti-espionage protection, after all, his equipment provided him with complete resistance to common weaknesses of the undead such as fire damage, but didn't provide the same treatment to holy damage, so that weakness should be hidden by implicating that it does not exist.
Of course, that would only fool inexperienced PKs, so Momonga had to keep his guard up lest he fell into a trap.
"There don't seem to be any PKs around here. I would have been spotted by now if a good scout were hunting me. Panettomoe-san would scold me for being this careless and making myself a target like this, but given the circumstances, I think it would be better to contact any player at this rate because the GM call isn't working. If the worst comes to pass and the players are hostile, I'll just run away before it's too late."
After saying that, Momonga thought up a contingency plan in case the players were highly skilled PKs with positive karma and a propensity to hunt heteromorphic players, something that is not hard to find in Yggdrasil.
"Yggdrasil should be over by now. As much as it would hurt me to admit it, dying now wouldn't make any difference, but I won't let anything happen to the guild weapon." Looking at the golden staff in his hand, Momonga started to feel the smooth surface through his skeletal hand.
'As expected of the guild weapon, the design and texture are amazing! How come I didn't notice this before? It was then that something clicked in his mind, and he stopped moving—a statement that was the complete opposite of his current mental state.
I can feel it! I can even feel some warmth radiating from it! How is this possible? It was common sense to any gamer in the 22nd century that DMMORPGs don't present the player with a complete ability to stimulate all their sensory receptors.
The sense of touch was one of the untouched (no pun intended) aspects of any DMMORPG, not for a lack of capability to do so but due to the fact that it simply is against the law to do it.
'Is this a new update? Why would the developers do that? This is a lawsuit waiting to happen, not that I can afford to do so, but the fact that they did that would have the entirety of the DMMORPG communicate and government regulators come knocking on their doors with who knows how many law books.
Momonga's thoughts went into overdrive before a green aura enveloped him and he calmed down.
"No. That wouldn't make any sense; they simply don't have any incentive to do that, but what if this was some sick prank from the developers, something of a farewell from them? It would be in line with their sick sense of humor and creative imagination." Momonga remembered the many times he had to see the shitty developers' creative and sick tendencies throughout his time in Yggdrasil, in the form of an unreasonably powerful enemy with a weird gimmick or a cleverly hidden trap, showing itself when the player least expected.
"I have to test this!" he said before shouting.
"I'm being held here against my will!"
"….."
Nothing happened. Not even the birds perched on the trees had reacted to his shout due to the effects of [Perfect Unknowable].
"What's going on? This doesn't make any sense!" the overlord said while putting his skeletal palm on his temple in frustration before an unseen green aura enveloped him.
"Hmm, this won't do. I have to gather information about my situation before I start panicking again." Just after finishing this sentence, he noticed something in the distance.
"Smoke? Hmm, I should go there to investigate. I might find a source of information there. It's highly unlikely to find PKs in this area; they should have attacked by now, so I might be the only player here."
"..."
"But I should keep my guard up just in case," he said, moving to the source of the smoke.
It didn't take long for his vision to catch what was going on. Not questioning how he could see from far away, Momonga summarized what was going on.
"Is this a village raid?" he questioned. The smoke came from the burning of a couple of houses in what looked like a small community.
The odd thing was that there was a battle going on in the burning village. Well, calling it a battle wouldn't be correct; a slaughter would be more accurate.
The aggressors were a coalition of ragged-looking people; they didn't show any coordination or any signs of high-level stats or abilities; they all looked to be around level 4 and level 7, but they didn't show any warrior skills.
'It could be that they are not showing their trump cards in order to have any larking attackers underestimate them, but for them to not show any skills and only show stats and capabilities that even with a generous estimate don't go beyond level 7, that's just odd.
Could it be that they're just that weak? They could be NPCs and not players that would explain their behavior, which would mean this is a quest!'
On the other side of the "battle," the defenders were even worse, as they all looked to be struggling with the aggressors, and most tried to run away even though they outnumbered their enemies 7 to 1.
That would make sense if all of them were level 1, as the difference in one level is hard to overcome, especially without any equipment.
It would be more beneficial for him to help the losing side; they would be more grateful for the help than the winning side, and with the difference in level, it shouldn't be a problem unless it was a trap.
"Just in case, I should be cautious."
Someone who has surface-level knowledge of Yggdrasil would think Momonga is being paranoid, especially with the difference in level between Momonga and the aggressors. After all, players in Yggdrasil had a level cap of 100, which they had the freedom to customize to their liking, as losing and gaining levels in the game was quite easy, but the difference in levels was apparent.
For example, all things being equal, the gap between a level 1 character and a level 5 character would be unsurmountable.
A case in which a level 1 character beats a level 5 character can only be achieved in the following circumstances: the level 1 character being an experienced player, in a specialized class, having high-level equipment, or having ample time to prepare for the fight and having already prepared multiple traps for the opponent.
Only then could the gap be surmounted, and even then, it would be questionable.
An outsider would consider this ridiculous, but such were the rules in Yggdrasil, with each level being considered a milestone for the player, providing a big leap in stats and abilities.
That gap would even have a level 4 struggle to beat a level 5.
The higher the levels, the bigger the gap, to the point that the gap between a level 36 character and a level 38 character is equivalent to that between a level 1 character and a level 5 character. The less said about the insanity at 70 and above, the better.
'I should be extra careful, given the fact that my build isn't an optimized build but a roleplay build.
Momonga's character was designed for roleplay purposes, and it served the role of a wildcard within a party. His stats put him at the peak of the middle tier of players, but with his PVP experience, gear, and items, he would rank in the middle of the highest tier of players.
With that in mind, he had to be careful about meeting other PVP veterans, or an ambush would result in a quick loss of XP and his lowest-ranked equipment.
'With that being said, I still need to check the power of those NPCs while I can, which should get the attention of the GMs." Just as the thought came to his mind, he saw three shadows running beneath him.
"Hmm?" He caught a single detail from two of the running figures: a set of animal ears and horns on the heads of the two escaping small figures, which he had identified as demi-human children running from the third figure, another demi-human; and from his clothing, he belonged to the group of attackers.
'So, it might not be a case of discrimination-based attack or maybe a feud between tripes of demi-humans? No, I can see other characteristics of demi-humans on both sides, as well as humans. This could be a group of bandits that are pillaging a village.'
Just as the thought of the diversity of the animal features came to his mind, he saw the bandit reach the two figures, which he identified on a close look to be two female demi-human children.
"I better hurry, or the quest might fail, and I should probably hide my appearance; they might be hostile to heteromorphic players." With that said, he took the mask of envy from his inventory and hid his skeletal visage beneath his robes.
"Well, I hope this works."
POV Change
Jade ran with all her might from the bandit holding her sister, pushing her feet on the ground with all the strength she could muster, but she knew that it was pointless.
The bandit had his aura unlocked, and she had another person slowing her down. It was only a matter of time before he caught up to them.
She might have a chance if she let go of her sister and ran in a different direction, but she couldn't do that. Her late parents would be disappointed with her for even having this thought come to her mind.
'Why are the Branwen tribe attacking? That's not how they operate; we didn't antagonize them, and I already paid their protection money. Why am I even thinking of this? They didn't even say anything; they just attacked us for no reason.'
With those thoughts clouding her mind, she didn't pay much attention to her footing and paid dearly for it as she stumbled and fell to the ground. Her little sister Lilo followed shortly after, their momentum carrying them a short distance on the ground, scraping them in the process.
'So, this is where it all ends, huh? The legacy that Dad entrusted to me is over.'
She knew it was over. The bandit was closing in on them and stopped just a short distance from her, short enough for his sword to reach her. The only thought that came to her was, At least let my sister be safe, but that prayer reached no god in this godless world, and death had come to her.
'I'm sorry, Mom, Dad. I couldn't protect Lilo. I couldn't revive the company; death has come to me.'
Truly, death has come, but not to take her life.
Jay waited for a bit, but the pain didn't come. The sound of steel cutting flesh didn't resound; the only sound she heard was a splash and a thud.
When she looked back and opened her eyes, she saw the bandit collapse on the floor. His eyes opened in horror, staring into the sky.
She was surprised when a shadow slowly covered her from the sun. She looked back and saw a sight that left her jaw open.
It was a giant man dressed in gold-embroidered velvet robes. The man wore a mask with a terrifying, grinning, and angry look.
The man had decorating horns pultruding from the sides of his head, and with red orbs resting on his shoulder pads, he looked terrifying; an aura of death was emanating from him, and his hand was extended and dripped of blood. He was the personification of death that came to harvest the souls of mortals.
Jade was scared. The fear she had of the bandit felt worthless when compared to the fear and despair she now feels towards the creature before her.
She surrendered to her fate; there was no point in struggling anymore; death had come, and it was time to leave. Her resolve to meet the end was quite admirable if unneeded, as the words that she heard after shattered her delusions.
"Are you injured?" A deep voice reached her, and it took her a moment to realize it came from the great being before her.
"Ahhh! What? y-yes? I-I mean no! I mean…" She didn't know what to say or how to respond to that question.
Apparently, the man was asking her if she was okay. It took her a bit of time to realize he must have killed the bandit. When? She didn't know, but she knew one thing for sure:
"Thank you for saving us!" Standing to her feet, even though the fall hurt her a little, she had to properly show her gratitude to her and her sister's savior.
Regardless of how menacing he looked, the fact that he had saved them had not changed, and being polite would be the right thing to do to present herself as a proper lady of the higher echelons of society to her savior.
Unfortunately for her fate, she had decided to have her first impression be anything but simple.
"NOOO! PLEASE DON'T EAT US!" Lilo, who had just recovered her bearings from the fall and saw their savior, let out a scream and held her sister tighter in fear.
Heat had rushed to Jade's face from embarrassment; her sister had shown an unbecoming form in front of their savior, no less. She had wanted to scold her little sister for her behavior, but looking at her sister's frightened form, she couldn't bring herself to do anything but hold her closer to comfort her. Looking up at her sister, she knew the only thing she could do was apologize for her sister's behavior and hope that her savior was an understanding man.
"Do forgive my sister, sir; she is just a child. I hope you will not take it to heart." She bowed her head and hoped for the best; she wasn't used to bowing at all. Even when her father's company had degraded to the point where she had been pressured by the other executives in the company to go to Mistral for a business meeting that she knew was pointless, she still held her head high.
She believed that her current circumstances were only temporary.
Who would have thought that she would be ambushed by bandits?
"No need to worry; it is only natural she would be scared in such circumstances; I am not so pitiful as to hold that against a child." His words put her at ease, but his next put her back on edge.
"Now do forgive me, but I must proceed to assist the village," he said, after which he mumbled something as he raised his hands forward.
She tried to speak, but what she saw next didn't leave her with the chance to do so.
The corpse of the bandit started to ooze a black tar-like substance that covered it and proceeded to take shape, and in an instant, she saw it.
It was a hulking mass of evil that took on a humanoid form, yet it was anything but human; it wasn't a Faunus; it wasn't Grimm ether; it looked like a mockery of life: a huge decaying corpse wearing black spiked armor holding a giant tower shield in one hand and a flamberge sword in the other. The sight of the creature was horrifying, as if the embodiment of violence were standing in front of her.
The amount of fear she felt was enough to attract a group of Grimm to her, but she knew that they would be slaughtered by the monster if they approached.
Before her mind decided to shut down from fear, a voice had reached her. And she turned around to see a bandit had come to them.
"Hey Marko, what's taking you so long? I told you this isn't the time to play with women just kill them and we'll go to the brothel in the town. That bitch you like still works there, right? I'll have a round with her after you're done to see what's so good about he- hey what's goin-" These were the bandit's last words.
"Kill him" a calm and cold voice resounded.
SPLASH
Before she could even register what was happening, the bandit's head fell to the ground with a horrified look on his face.
His body soon followed and fell to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut. (AN: Come on, I had to put one in; it's part of the culture.)
'When did it move to him? It was here just a moment ago. What even is this thing?' She didn't know what to think—be glad that it was on her side, disgusted by the decapitation of the bandit, or afraid of the possibility of it attacking them.
In the end, all she could do was hold her sister closer to shield her from the sight.
"Fear not, the death knight won't attack you; it follows my command and won't break them at all," the man said in a calm voice to assure her, but she felt a hidden meaning in his voice.
It looked like he was testing her reaction to see her resolve.
'But why would he do that? Is he measuring my worth as the head of the Lapis family? But how would he know who I am? Is he related to the bandit's attack? No, that wouldn't make any sense; he could have approached me at another, and I wouldn't be able to overlook a powerful figure like him.'
'Could it be he figured it out on his own, but how? We barely met. Could it be?'
Just then, a memory resurfaced in her mind: a memory of her late father telling her about people who can know a lot about you from just looking at you once.
Such people had the ability to judge you based on the experience they had from dealing with and managing people of different personalities and characteristics. He mentioned the headmaster of Beacon Academy, Ozpin, as an example, but noted his propensity to overlook things due to his work and standing, but even he didn't have the ability to acquire that much information about someone that fast.
'No, I must be overthinking things due to stress, but I'll have to tread carefully going forward.' With that on her mind, she decided to show a collective appearance to their savior.
"Thank you for your concern. I was only worried about another bandit coming after us, although I would hate to impose any further on you after you had saved us, but may I ask to accompany you to the village?" She asked while bowing her head to him, hoping he would accept.
She knew that her request was selfish; it would be hard for a huntsman to defeat a group of bandits while protecting a non-combatant, but she had two reasons to make this request: the first is that she had no other choice; this forest could be brimming with Grimm after the attack on the village, and her turbulent emotions could mean the death of her and her sister. The second is the man's semblance, as off-putting as it was. She can't deny the power of the summon, although she can't say anything about the power of the bandit it killed. The fact that it had in an instant moved and decapitated a bandit with an aura in one swing is a testament to its power.
Add to that the fact that the summoner can kill a bandit on his own too, which would make protecting the two sisters while defeating the bandits, if not easy, then manageable.
"Hmm, well, I won't stop you from following me, but I can't guarantee your safety either. Do not misunderstand; I will try to maintain you and your sister's safety, but there is a possibility of their being a powerful enemy and you being taken as a hostage, in which case I would not hesitate to abandon you." The man thought for a bit before giving his answer; he didn't mince his words, and she understood his reasoning.
But the thought that he wouldn't even hesitate to leave her made it clear that he wasn't a typical huntsman, if he was a huntsman to begin with.
'At least he's honest; I would rather be informed of the risks than have a false sense of security,' she thought.
"With that being said, I would hate for the both of you to end up dead after I had saved you. Hmm… yeah, that would work," he pointed in the direction of the village, then to the decapitated man, and ordered his summons.
"There is a village in that direction; go and kill all bandits that are dressed in those clothes or bear the same symbol." After hearing his master's orders, the monster roared before running in the direction of the village.
"How odd!" A low voice came from the man, but before she could make out what he said, the corpse of the second bandit started to turn into another giant monster similar to the one before.
'He can summon more than one! How is that possible? What's the limit? Is there even a limit? Can he summon as much as he wants as long as there are corpses? Are they permanent? Does it require a lot of aura? There has to be a limit.'
Her thought process was logical for a resident of this world, as it is common knowledge for huntsmen and those who deal with them on a regular basis that semblances, although many consider them superpowers that allow huntsmen to achieve amazing feats, are not all-powerful as each semblance has its limitations, and the more powerful a semblance is, the more restricted their use can be.
For example, a semblance that controls fire would be powerful, but it could consume aura proportionally to the power and control of the fire. There would be an upper limit to the heat and power of the flames, and with aura being the lifeline of huntsmen and huntresses, they would be hesitant to consume it all in an attack. To see a semblance that can summon two powerful monsters like that is unbelievable.
There has to be a limit.
'He must be planning to go all out, is it because he doesn't want to take any chances with our and the villager's safety?' She realized this and had her respect and appreciation for her savior grow.
"All right, protect them; now let us go." and after giving his command to the summons, he moved in the direction of the village.
POV Change
'How did it end up like this?' Bross, a group leader in the Branwen tripe, had this thought go through his mind as he stared upon the monstrosity slaughtering his men and the brothers.
It held no sympathy, no conscience, and no pity for the screams and pleas of forgiveness the men sent its way; it held no fear for the possibility of all this fear and suffering accelerating the arrival of the Grimm.
On the contrary, it reveled in it, as if deriving a sick pleasure from all this bloodshed.
'What is this? Is it a Grimm? It can't be; I've never heard of anything like this before. Where did it come from?'
He questioned it, hoping that this line of thought would help stop this massacre from occurring.
How ironic that just a second ago they were the aggressors; they were the predators, and yet before any one of them noticed, they became the prey, the lamb to the slaughterhouse.
This was supposed to be an easy job when that man from the Lapis Corporation contacted him, presenting a job opportunity in exchange for some illegal labor, as that man called it.
He didn't think much of it. All he had to do was intercept the convoy of that fallen heiress in the village, kill everyone there, and blame it on the Grimm.
It was supposed to be so easy.
The bodyguards of the heiress put up a decent fight, but with the help of the ambush they laid, it was easy work; the villagers couldn't do anything but be slaughtered.
The only complication that crossed his mind at the time was the tribe leader figuring out his ploy.
As cruel as she was, she didn't allow the tribe to attack anyone who had paid their due within her territory. Of course, that wasn't out of the goodness of her heart but simply for the sake of having the authorities out of her hair, as she put it.
That's why blaming this attack on the Grimm was the perfect plan it wasn't the first nor last village to be destroyed by the creatures of darkness.
And yet, here he was, watching some godless creation slaughter all his men with ease.
The creature was playing with them; he knew that, but there was nothing he could do about it; it was too powerful. Their weapons shattered the moment they came into contact with its armor, and their bullets did nothing—not even tickle the creature.
It had thought at first that it was some mindless creature hell-bent on killing everything in its way, and yet it didn't attack the villagers; it only targeted them. He knew that for sure because no matter how many times the villagers ran away from the creature, it opted to ignore them, preferring to cut his men to pieces.
It was ridiculous. Most of his men had their auras unlocked; they weren't supposed to go down that easily, and yet it cut through them like a claymore through a piece of paper.
He wanted to run, but he couldn't.
Of course, not for some misguided sense of honor or loyalty to his men; he simply couldn't escape. That thing wouldn't let him; it's already killed five of his men who had attempted to run away. Each of them went in a different direction, but in the blink of an eye, they were cut to pieces.
That thing was in one place at one moment and in another the second; it was as if it could teleport.
'Should I fight? No! That will only make my death quicker, and running away is impossible. Maybe I should take a hostage? No! As if that thing would even care' He knew the creature didn't care about the villagers; the look in his eyes held only contempt and hatred for all the living.
All of a sudden, it got quiet. When he looked around, he realized he was the only one left. The monster was looking at him, slowly approaching him. It stepped on the corpses of his fallen men, crushing them like eggshells. He backed away. He couldn't help it. He knew it was pointless, but that's all he could do to buy just a second more in his life.
As he took another step back, something took hold of his leg.
A shiver ran down his spine as he looked down to see, to the horror of his eyes, the body of one of his men holding his leg. No, it was wrong to call it a body; it was only the upper torso. He could see the intestines leaking out of the bottom half. It was a miracle that he was still alive.
Just as he wanted to kick away the man's hand, he realized this was no man; his face was hollow; there were no eyes in its eye sockets; there was no life; there was no soul; it was one of them, like the monstrosity approaching him.
He could hear its footsteps coming closer and closer.
"Get back! Get back your monster!" He cried pathetically, hoping that the monster would stop coming to him, but reality was too cruel.
It didn't take long for it to reach him; it was right above him, looking down at him like an executioner waiting for the sign to begin the execution of a criminal.
'It's over' he knew; nothing could save him at this point; at least that's what he thought.
Just as the sword was about to bisect him, a voice resounded.
"Stand down death knight!" The voice was cold and commanding, and as if a miracle the monster obeyed.
Bross felt his soul leave him for a second before it returned to him as he looked at the one who ordered the monster down.
He was towering to the point that Bross, who was quite tall himself, would have to look up if he wanted to see him up close. The man wore a smiling mask as well as an article of odd-looking clothing; they looked divine and had an overwhelming aura of majesty that suffocated everything in their surroundings.
Bross knew that huntsmen and huntresses wore wired and sometimes impractical clothing and gear, but he never thought that it would be that odd-looking.
'No, this isn't a huntsman; they don't kill using monsters like this'.
It is actually not forbidden for the protectors of Remnant to kill bandits, but it was required for them to give a warning first before proceeding with the attack.
So, the fact that this man didn't hesitate to release this monster on them shows that he isn't a huntsman, or at least an unorthodox one.
Before the bandit could get his baring together, the man's cold voice reached him.
"Listen well, bandit; you have displeased me by attacking the good people of this village. But I will show you mercy; go back to your leader and have them come and seek reparation if they are dissatisfied with this, now GO!"
The man commanded him, and he wasn't dumb enough to jump back into the mouth of a monster after it spat him out, so he turned around and ran with his tail and urine between his legs.
Little did he know the consequences his attack on this village would have going forward.
POV Change
To say Momonga was amazed and confused by the circumstances occurring around him would be an understatement; he couldn't even understand the actions that led him here at this moment.
One second later, he was waiting for the servers to shut down. The next day, he was in this strange new world. Yes! A new world as Momonga is past the point of thinking this was an update for Yggdrasil or a secret the sadistic developers left behind for the players.
The signs were there from the get-go: his ability to cast spells and skills like it was second nature to him; his odd composure in the face of his peculiar situation; the unbelievable level of detail in everything that surrounded him; the realistic level of gore and blood that he had witnessed since coming here, as well as his reaction to it; and finally, the "NPCs." They look too real to be a product of a computer, no matter how powerful it is.
All that led to one conclusion.
This is, in reality, another world.
Coming to that conclusion, Momonga decided to tread more carefully from now on, as he didn't know whether resurrection was possible within this world; for all he knew, there existed creatures much stronger than him. As a player of the 100th level, Momonga was quite powerful, but the 100th level could be nothing special within this world, and the village and the attackers he had to come across were the outliers, not the rule.
'I acted extremely carelessly by protecting this village. I should have gathered more information, but it's safe to say that those attackers were nothing special. Maybe I'm overreacting. Maybe there isn't any threat to me here. No! I should be more careful; I can't let overconfidence be my undoing.'
"Uhh? Mr. Huntsman, are you okay?"A voice pulled Momonga out of his thoughts; it was the voice of the little demi-human girl he had saved; she had calmed down and was no longer afraid of him, at least to the point that she could look at him and not shiver in fright.
'Do I look that frightening? I made sure to turn off my passive auras before I rescued them. Is she just easily frightened?' Momonga didn't have much time to wander as someone he identified as the representative of the survivors approached him.
"Excuse me, but did she say you're a huntsman? Did you come to save us? Is that thing under your command? s-sir? " It was an old man—a human at that.
'It would seem that huntsmen are the equivalent of law enforcement in this world... Hmm, I should be vague in case impersonating them is against the law.'
"Worry not, everyone. I have come to aid you in your time of need. While I'm here, those bandits will harm you no more." He loudly proclaimed before continuing while gesturing to the two death knights, who had stopped moving and waited for the orders of their master.
"As for those two here, then fear not, as they obey my commands and will not harm you; I summoned them using my semblance." Momonga didn't know what a semblance was, but from the reactions of the survivors, his choice of attributing his summons to it was the correct choice.
'They all seemed to relax at that; they're not even questioning why I saved them without asking for payment; I had planned to ask for payment for saving them; after all, people are more trusting if they know your motivation than simply considering it an act of goodwill. Maybe it's different in this world, or maybe huntsmen are known for being good smartens.'
With everyone seeming to relax and feel safe with a "huntsman" around, the old man asked a very important question.
"If I may ask, what is your name?"
Momonga almost answered with his real name on instinct before stopping and thinking for a bit.
'If I'm here, then there is a chance my friends are here too. If I want to attract their attention, I should use a name that can unite us all. Momonga is just the guild leader of Ainz Ooal Gown, but with the guild weapon with me, I represent more than just that; I represent the whole guild. So, my name should be.'
"I'm Ainz Ooal Gown," and thus the Eclipse of All Life has come to Remnant.
End of Chapter 1