Fanfic translated by deepl
"Normal speech"
'Thought'
[Tier Magic/Wild Magic]
Mount Keitinias, located on the central continent, has long been known for its dangers and the monsters that live there. There were legends about this place, that supposedly somewhere there was a spring of wisdom, and that bathing in it gave wisdom. Of course, those were just fairy tales. The only thing that awaits anyone who ventures into these mountains is death. Because even if someone manages to pass through all the dangers the mountain has to offer, they will be killed by something that mere mortals are unable to overcome.
The giant ball of undead stirred and began to collapse. Tens of thousands of reanimated corpses fell on top of each other with a disgusting slurping sound, splattering rotting body fluids all around. Amidst this pile were also many dragon and giant corpses that were turning their fellow zombies into a bloody paste with their massive bodies.
Since there were over a million undead, this disgusting act took some time. After all the undead had collapsed, they began to move away from where the orb had originally been. The footsteps of the zombies echoed across the mountain plateau like the march of soldiers. Some of them went into resonance, which caused a slight tremor in that place.
Finally the zombies stopped, plunging the mountain plateau into absolute silence. The silence was short-lived, however, because something huge stirred where the orb had been.
The creature with snow-white scales lay curled up in a ring right in the center of the plateau. It had four powerful legs, a long head and tail, and a pair of webbed wings. The creature emanated an aura of majesty and power that even those who had reached the realm of heroes would flee.
This creature was the True Dragon Lord, one of the few capable of utilizing the nearly extinct art of wild magic.
Cure Elim Los Malvar opened his eyes. His red irises with cat-like pupils glowed in the darkness of the night. His gaze lingered briefly on the army of soulless puppets that served as his armor before his attention turned to the heavens.
Tonight was a beautiful night. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, the endless stars shone like jewels, and the bluish light of the moon illuminated the earth, chasing away the darkness. This picture brought a slight smile to the dragon's face.
"How long has it been since I've looked at the world through my eyes" Said Cure Elim, his voice was hoarse as he hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time.
Dragon Lord had spent most of the last two hundred years inside his zombie armor, perfecting his wild magic. Of course, he could have done this outside as well, but he had reasons why he refused to do so. The first was the laziness common to dragons; and the second was his weakness coming from his race. That weakness came from his transformation into a true vampire, which made him feel weak and achy during the daylight hours.
By the way, Cure Elim didn't leave his armor just to admire the night sky. No. Today, he had finally completed his research on a wild magic ritual with which he would be able to become significantly stronger. He would also be one step closer to his goal.
When he thought of the reason for his desire to become stronger, his front paws clenched, causing his sharp hooked claws to dig into the thick rock as if it were ordinary sand. If there were anyone else here, they would surely feel the thick bloodlust in the air.
Suddenly, like a torch extinguished in water, all the rage and bloodlust instantly left Cure Elim's mind. It was his emotional suppressor of the undead. All that remained from the recent outbreak was just a smoldering hatred that wasn't strong enough to be suppressed.
Cure Elim snorted contemptuously. "What scum, even my thoughts are polluted by you. Truly you have earned your title of filth" The emotional suppressor went off once more as the Dragon Lord became angry again.
Such occurrences were natural to him. It was understandable, every time he recalled the faces of those eight bastards who had brought his species to the brink of extinction, he became furious. Eight Greed Kings, he wished he could have dealt with them, but unfortunately they've all been dead for almost 500 years. Died in internecine wars, in pursuit of power and wealth. Cure Elim found this ironic, because the bastards themselves called dragons greedy creatures.
"Ah, what a shame indeed. I'm sure there will be some scum I can destroy" Cure Elim grinned sinisterly, revealing razor-sharp teeth.
Although the Eight Greed Kings were a great tragedy for the True Dragon Lords, unfortunately they were not the only players, and that was the name of their species. About every 100 years new players arrive and shake the very foundations of this world with their monstrous power. The six players of the theocracy, or the Six Great Gods as they are called by the humans, were the first players to come to the world of Cure Elim.
They, unlike the eight bastards, had little to no interaction with the True Dragon Lords, except perhaps killing the Dragon Emperor. Cure Elim wasn't angry about it, after all it was his own fault that players were coming to their world. Good riddance to that fool. Nevertheless, Cure Elim still despised them and even wanted to destroy their country, the Slaine Theocracy, but his fellow members of the Alliance Against the Players, cut off all his impulses at the root. All because Surshana one of the players had formed an alliance with the son of the Dragon Emperor, Tsaindorcus Vaision, and that any attempted attack would escalate relations between the alliance and the group of dragons to which Tsa belongs.
Cure Elim didn't like it, but he swallowed his displeasure because he realized that they couldn't afford unnecessary conflicts, especially with members of their own race, which was already on the verge of extinction.
That brings us back to the present. It's been 600 years since the first players arrived, which means it will soon be time for a new batch of polluters to arrive, if they haven't already. Cure Elim has waited too long to miss this chance, he believes he has already prepared himself enough to face the players to even handle them alone. Tonight's ritual will be the culmination of his hundred years of work, which he hopes will bring him his long awaited revenge.
'Chipyreinth, soon I will avenge you' Thought Cure Elim before white symbols began to swirl around him.
He began the ritual by chanting in the ancient dragon language, a language that only dedicated True Dragon Lords could understand, and which could not be translated by the translation system imposed on the world 600 years ago. As Cure Elim sang, more and more symbols of the dragon language appeared around him, on top of that the strain on the Dragon Lord's body and soul was also increasing. As an undead he was free from such things, but wild magic was an exception. It broke any laws if given the appropriate payment. That was why wild magic was so dangerous, so dangerous that an untrained Dragon Lord could lose the connection to his soul if used carelessly. No. Even the likes of Cure Elim could suffer that fate if one mistake was made. Cure Elim was determined not to make any.
"Haz bir desh, no mar duadule..." Cure Elim continued to read through clenched teeth in pain. His undead silencer was working overtime in a vain attempt to suppress his mental and physical pain. "...wer tas hir mi dander!"
It was getting harder to hold his concentration with each passing second, but Cure Elim didn't back down. Not when he was so close.
He felt as if his soul was being torn from his body, perhaps it was, considering the dangers of wild magic.
Cure Elim doesn't know how much time has passed, a minute, an hour, ten hours, he has lost track of time, paying full attention to the ritual. And then came the final part.
"Mas nek mor, t-thak meg dir. Sulnes dal mer turund wak bir!" Shouting the last line, Cure Elim collapsed to the ground. The glowing glyphs dissipated. He was breathing heavily, though he didn't need to.
He felt something inside him break, but in a good way. It was his limiter, preventing him from rising up in terms of strength. Now that Cure Elim had overcome it, he felt as if he had just learned to fly, having previously been a crawling creature. He felt like he could have flipped the moon.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Cure Elim laughed like crazy.
He's finally done it! Now no dirt can stop him. His long-awaited revenge will be...
Cure Elim flinched sharply at the sharp pain that reverberated through his very being. "N-no... I did... I did everything right... WHY?!" That feeling, he didn't know what it was, but it surpassed the pain he had felt during the ritual. "No, no, NO! I REFUSE TO DIE!"
Cure Elim held his own soul with all his might, but nothing helped. The pain was getting worse by the second, and his grip was getting weaker. He began to lose consciousness, even though he was undead.
"N-no... Chip... Chipyreinth... forgive... me..." With that last breath, Cure Elim's eyes closed as he collapsed sprawled on the ground.
Pavel Stukov was placing groceries on the conveyor line at the checkout counter of a minimarket. There was only one person in line in front of him who had quite a lot of groceries. He would have to hang around for at least a few minutes before the cashier finished punching out the goods.
Pavel crinkled his face a little. 'Why the fuck did that asshole decide to shop today? And that damn cashier is punching everything at turtle speed' He glanced at the cashier. She was probably new, considering how tentatively she pressed the keys on the cash register. Perhaps another time Pavel would have stood still, but his mother had made him go to the store to get groceries and had torn him away from reading fanfiction, which had really ruined his mood. Of course, he wouldn't express his displeasure openly in public since he wasn't a conflicted person. But still, he wanted to go home as soon as possible.
He reached into his pocket for his phone. When he got it out, he unlocked it and opened the google chrome browser, then went to the fanfic site.
'Go to the store, you'll do some good for the family' Pavel mentally taunted his mother.
As a young man of 22, he did not work anywhere, sitting on his parents' backs. They did not like it, of course, and often quarreled about it. But Pavel could not do anything about his own fears. Perhaps he should make an appointment with a psychotherapist. Because even he realized that his parents would not support him forever and sooner or later he would have to step out of his comfort zone and face his fears.
Pavel refreshed the page on ao3, then on fanfiction, but there was nothing from his favorite Overlord fandom.
'Haaaaah, I'll have to keep reading that fanfic on My Hero Academia...' Pavel thought with a sigh.
He was a fan of Maruyama Kugane's Overlord series of light novels. He had read all 14 volumes and was getting ready to read volumes 15 and 16, which would be translated in a couple weeks. He also read all the best fanfics he could read, which put him in a situation where he was starving for content and had to switch to other less interesting fandoms.
What's most interesting is that it often went into fandoms that he hadn't even read (watched), but had just heard of them like the same My Hero Academia.
Pavel put his phone away as soon as he noticed that the man in front of him had finished putting his groceries into bags. It was finally his turn.
"Good afternoon, do you need a plastic bag?" Said the cashier to Pavel.
"Hello, no I have my own" Pavel replied, pulling a gray cloth grocery bag out of his pocket.
Unfolding the bag, he began to put the groceries away. It was much faster because he only had eggs, milk and apples.
"Cash or card?" The cashier asked, looking Pavel in the eye.
"With a card," Pavel mumbled, averting his gaze. Damn his fear of socializing.
After paying for the goods by card, Pavel took a receipt with a discount coupon. When he walked some distance away from the cash register, he read which product was discounted. It was shampoos, a useless discount. He crumpled the receipt and threw it in the nearest trash can.
After leaving the store, Pavel turned right, heading toward the traffic light. When he reached it, he stopped, looking at the red man and the numbers above him, counting down the time left until the green signal.
34… 33… 32… 31…
'Eh can't wait to get home, I want to lie on my bed without anyone touching me' Pavel sullenly pondered.
And now the countdown is over, the red man has changed to green and Pavel can now cross the road.
When he was about halfway across the road, there was a loud whistle on his left, which made Pavel turn his head. A few meters away from him, a car was speeding away at full speed. It was coming straight at him. Pavel only had time to realize that suddenly...
* BAM!
The world suddenly began to spin at high speed, followed by a stunning blow without pain, which numbed Pavel Stukov's entire body.
"What... what happened" Pavel didn't have time to think as he coughed, pain pierced his lungs, no his whole body ached with a hellish pain.
"A-a-a-a! H-hurt!" Pavel whimpered unable to move a single limb. He had never experienced pain like this before. He actually had a pretty low pain threshold, as he squealed like a bitch even from a paper cut.
Something warm and wet began to soak into his sweatshirt and shirt, it was vile and unpleasant. Somehow, despite the pain he was feeling, Pavel wanted the wetness to go away.
"I-I'm going to die?" Pavel barely spoke as the realization of the situation crept into his agonizing mind.
He got hit. Hit by a fucking car! He was going to die from a fucking car! For a moment that seemed like an eternity, he stopped feeling the pain, because like a fast-forward movie, the visions before his eyes began to fly by.
Here he was in kindergarten playing with his friends, then school, then he was visiting his grandparents, then his birthday, and on and on and on. That was until he saw his recent memories, which were scrolling slower than usual. There was another fight with his mother about going to the store, he said so many hurtful things to her and didn't apologize. He never apologized.
His vision swam as tears began to form in his eyes. He regretted all the bad things he had done to his parents, all those fights when he tried to prove a point. He also regretted not doing anything with his life, locked in his own comfort zone. Now he realized that what he thought were problems were nothing compared to the situation he found himself in. He could have overcome everything, even without a psychotherapist, but now he wouldn't be able to, because he was going to...
"NO! I will live!" Pavel growled through the pain. He rejected it. With a titanic effort, he rolled over onto his stomach. Shifting his arms forward, burning with pain, Pavel tried to crawl to the left, to where he saw his home was.
He was thrown to the side of his house, not far from the paved pedestrian road. He had to crawl to a place where he would be seen and then he was sure that an ambulance would be called.
Pavel struggled over his hands, groaning in pain, blood squishing through his clothes, his legs unsteady, his back probably broken. Nevertheless, he continued to crawl. Every ten centimeters felt like hell. His arms were broken, the right one in the forearm and the left one in the hand.
Nevertheless, he continued.
"I'll... I'll fix everything... I'll be a better son... I'll get a job..." Pavel groaned motivating himself to keep going. "I-all...it'll be okay...I'll survive..."
Pavel was beginning to tire, the pain was wearing him down, he could feel himself drifting off to sleep. He wanted to call off.
He knew what that meant, and so he stubbornly kept his eyes open, not letting sleep take him, but whatever he did he couldn't stop it.
He collapsed face down on the pavement, the sounds blending into an incomprehensible cacophony, his eyes blurring. On his last breath, he mumbled. "I'm sorry... Mom... Dad..."for at least a few minutes before the cashier finished punching out the goods.
Cure Elim opened his eyes abruptly. A sharp inhalation as if he was choking made him choke on air. Even though he was an undead that didn't need to breathe, he was still breathing deeply and panicked. His emotional suppressor was working overtime trying to suppress his emotional turmoil. It took about four times for Cure Elim to regain some semblance of calm.
"What the hell just happened? Did I die? No... stop, whose memories are these?!" Cure Elim shouted out in confusion, only to have his emotions regulated. "Why did I see this man's memories... Pavel Stukov? His memories they are... so strange... I've never seen such architecture in buildings and such strange technology. Hmm? Technology? Do I know what that term means? How strange..."
Cure Elim was confused, but it was immediately dispelled when the memories of a man named Pavel Stukov gave him the answer. Reincarnation, isekai, the retention of memory after rebirth. Pavel Stukov was very familiar with these concepts, thanks to the literature he had read.
"So I was human in my past life and then reborn here retaining my memory. No, not like that. I lived my life as Cure Elim Los Malvar, but the ritual somehow awakened a memory from a past life" Cure Elim reasoned quietly with a unfocused stare to nowhere. "It's like that crappy anime about being reborn as a villainess, only instead of a blow to the head, it was a ritual of wild magic"
Lord Dragon grimaced, he seemed to start speaking in that Russian language and using this man's terms. He was beginning to worry about his own identity, but he felt no change. And if you thought about it that way, it made sense. After all, Cure Elim was a Dragon Lord who had lived for over 800 years, whereas Pavel Stukov was a simple man of 22 years. His life was a drop in the ocean compared to Cure Elim's, his personality had almost no effect on him.
"It's alright. I am not some pathetic man named Pavel Stukov, but Cure Elim Los Malvar one of the most powerful True Dragon Lords of the New World, almost nothing but Ainz and Nazarick can threaten me" Said Cure Elim calming down, only to open his eyes sharply as he never did. "What, what did I just say?"
Cure Elim wrinkled his face in embarrassment. Who was Ainz and this Nazarick? Why did he say that?
The answer came again from the miserable little man's memory.
Ainz Ooal Gown aka Momonga aka Suzuki Satoru is the protagonist of the light novel Overlord, trapped in his in-game avatar and transported to a new world along with his Nazarick guild base and npcs who have become living beings...
It was strange. Why did he think of this Ainz thing from some book? What did that have to do with anything? Had his identity been distorted after all? He must have underestimated this reincarnation.
Cure Elim raised a paw and scratched his chin in thoughtfulness. Only after a second did he realize what he was doing and stopped. Apparently Pavel Stukov's habits had indeed seeped into his life as well.
Be that as it may, he still didn't understand why he mentioned something like that in the context of himself? Cure Elim decided to find out, figuring it was for a reason.
"Why did I think of that when I was talking about myself? I am Cure Elim Los Malvar... Cure Elim Los Malvar... Cure Elim..." Cure Elim froze as realization filled him and on pure automatism he continued. "Cure Elim Los Malvar is a level 95 dragon from the Overlord bonus volume. A dragon that spams longin and doesn't die. A dragon that breaks the rules and gains 2 racial classes. A dragon that can use wild and tier magic at the same time. A dragon that died without ever hitting Suzuki Satoru..."
Cure Elim stood in a daze. His emotional suppressor wasn't working because he had no emotions. Cure Elim's head was empty. He has no idea how long he stood like that, but at some point he just started giggling nervously.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...," His laughter slowly turned into hysterical laughter. "I am... ha ha ha ha... a character... of the short story ha ha ha ha ha... doomed... to die... HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!"
"What a joke ha ha ha ha ha... what a funny ha ha ha ha ha" Cure Elim couldn't stop laughing. His emotion suppressor tried to suppress it, but his emotion was rekindled each time with a new force. This caused Cure Elim's mood swings from hysteria to apathy and vice versa.
As time went on, his laughter turned to screams, screams of anger, despair, fear, and more. Blood came out of his eyes instead of tears, because vampires couldn't cry.
He began to beat the zombies around him with his paws, tail, and wings, which turned them into bloody shards. He didn't care, though.
"Damn... Damn you... Damn you Suzuki Satoru!" If screaming could kill, Cure Elim's scream would kill millions of creatures.
"Apchi!" Sneezed a certain office worker.
"Bless you Suzuki-san! Are you alright? Are you sick by any chance?" His work colleague inquired.
"Ah thanks Kitamura-san, no it's fine. It must be someone remembering me" Replied Suzuki Satoru.
"I hope they think only good things of you" Winked a coworker.
"I hope so too..." Said Satoru returning to his work. He wondered if his friends remembered him. After all today was the end of Yggdrasil, he had sent out letters to them, someone would come.
It had been about an hour since the fateful revelation. All this time Cure Elim had sat staring at one point without any emotion. His hysteria had long since passed thanks to his emotional suppressor. Now there was only apathy.
Aside from sitting in apathy he was also thinking about what to do next. At first after the tantrum he had even rejoiced, all because he had gained valuable information about his nemeses. He could already see himself erasing Shalltear, Sebas and Solution from existence when they went on their mission in the carriage in the third volume. It would bring him great pleasure, but there was one catch, it was all pointless.
Even though Sebas and Shalltear were level 100 npcs, losing them will mean absolutely nothing in terms of Nazarick's combat power, because even though the floor guardians and pleiades play a major role in the story, they are far from the strongest npcs in the tomb. No. Erasing them from reality will only make Ainz paranoid enough to force him to hand out World Items like in canon, but now he'll be on more alert than before. And that's not to mention the unpredictable reaction that will result from Cure Elim's actions.
"What am I supposed to do now? Should I just surrender to him and beg for mercy? No, what nonsense. For me to throw myself at the feet of the Dragon Emperor's trash?! Never!" Cure Elim hissed angrily. His emotion suppressor went off.
"No, giving up is not an option. What then? Hide? Maybe, but how long would that work before he finds me? Maybe I should escape into space. Why? Being undead, I could survive airless vacuum and sub-zero temperatures. No, that's not an option. So I'll just fly around forever looking for a suitable planet, even with my flying speed, I'll be flying for years." Cure Elim muttered going over his options, his tail wagging from side to side from his brooding.
Sighing he opened his eyes. In addition to the bloody light, there was also a fire of determination burning in them.
"Suzuki... no Ainz Ooal Gown I Cure Elim Los Malvar swear to you that I will do anything to destroy you and everything you hold dear. Even if I should lose, I promise you, you will not get away with it." Cure Elim stood proudly with his neck straightened. His eyes fixed on the horizon where the sun was slowly rising, marking the beginning of a new day. Though the light brought brokenness to his body, Cure Elim looked on with a smile. "Ah how long it's been since I've seen a sunrise."
Cure Elim stood warmed by the rays of the morning sun and smiled, for the ritual had brought much more than simple strength. The ritual had brought him hope. Hope of victory.
Author's Notes.
Hi everyone, thanks for reading my fanfic! It means a lot to me. I don't know when I'll post the next chapter, but I'll definitely post it.
Also an interesting fact for this fic, which is unlikely to appear in the fic itself. The translation system was created 600 years ago by the Six Great Gods with the help of an ouroboros. That's right, they're idiots who wasted a World Item that can turn you into a god in a new world.
