Disclaimer: I do not own Overlord just like it

I finished editing and posting this chapter before going to my grandmothers for bar food and antique store shopping. I had a pretty lousy day yesterday sucking at darts and not getting much time to work on my comic, but I think today will be a much better day. Thank you.

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Despite Lukas goofing off reading books when he was supposed to be studying, he managed to get accepted into college studying DSW (Developmental Social Worker). Since it seemed like an easy profession he wasn't as nervous entering it as he was his first day of high school.

"You spend most of your time in middle school getting into fights and pulling pranks. Highschool has no patience for people who act out of control-if you get into trouble you'll be expelled."

He tried hard and succeeded in high school, but college was another story. He had to cite everything he wrote where once he missed one link and got a 0 for plagiarism, no longer had his lunch made by his mother and had to settle for their on campus fast food stands which led to high blood pressure and high cholesterol, and all-an-all Lukas had very little patience talking to people who didn't know where they were and what they were doing-in fact in a paper he called them the R word.

It was just as offensive to the teachers as it was to the ones diagnosed with that disorder; he was expelled after only his second semester. But since he had so little classes it would've taken him four years to graduate meaning it would have cost his parents a fortune to pass.

After one month feeling like he was suspended from school playing Yggdrasil most of the time, his father took him to a job fair his mother heard on the radio while driving to work. Next thing he knew he was working in a pharmaceutical factory ripping stickers off of bins to put on a conveyor belt for eighty 'n' a half hour a day.

Then one day he decided to...

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Migkeld was tasked by the intimidating man to work with the viper-tongued bandit to take her to a shelter wearing nothing but a dirty, tattered hoodie. He told him nothing more than to have her meet the leader of a rebellion group much like the one he used to be in, have them put her in a room they put new arrivals in to check for diseases and other health disorders, and have her get something and leave while he acts the fool who wanted to help.

They found the door two stairs down from an alley. Migkeld couldn't just knock and expect someone to answer; he had to say the thing every one of them wanted to hear.

"Death To Ainz Ooal Gown."

The door was pulled open so fast it made the bandit girl tremble in fear of what the person who opened that door would do to her if they recognized her as a bandit. She lifted her head up, ruefully shaking her head, standing in full regalia was a woman of completely different skin color than white or dark with arc eyes, blue sweater with a red blouse, and a large ball protruding through the fabric of her sweater. She was pregnant.

"Who are you?" She asked softly. Before he could reply she created a small crater under her foot to show she meant business.

"Migkeld. I am Migkeld a former rebellion soldier under the tutelage of Sabre who was my commanding officer until..." He clenched his left hand before rubbing his sleeve over his eyes. Even though it's been over a year, he was haunted by Sabre, Neynold and all his other rebellion soldiers all killed by Ainz Ooal Gown's servants.

The person he was talking to could tell by his voice what happened to him.

"You and your friend can come inside if you give your sword to me for safekeeping."

Migkeld acquiesced to this raising the scabbard with his sheathed blade up high trying to hand it over without bumping it or his body into her pregnant belly.

Once she took his sword, she put it down her back collar hiding it in the backside of her sweater. Migkeld looking at her didn't notice the bald, tall, muscular member cladded in white shirt and leather with brown tufts escorting his companion away.

The pregnant lady strolled through the corridors of her hideout glancing back to signal him to tail her. As he started tailing her, he noticed all the barrels lying out with swords stuffed inside, multitude of different rebellion fighters walcing through the halls, and oddly enough little piglets with wings flying near the ceiling.

This resistance base not only had a better hideout, but its expansion was wider than the one Migkeld was a part of. It didn't make him envious knowing all this; it just made him wonder if they worked together would Sabre and Neynold still be around?

A demi-human with a lizard tail opened the door for the pregnant lady. She thanked him before going inside. Next Migkeld went through the door. There was a waft of something warm that moistened his lips on entry. It turned out to be a tea in a pot with one cup on a stool.

She raised and placed the ivory pot under the table before pushing the cup in the center of the stool.

"You are a boy of recklessness riven with something to prove to me. I'll give you one chance to answer me as earnestly as you can muster. Why-are-you-here?"

Migkeld stared her directly in her eyes, kept his hands steady and masked his emotions with no signs of stress on his face.

"My fellow soldiers and comrades were killed and I-"

"You are officially the fastest person to lie to my face. If you said I-brought-a-bandit-here-to-steal, I would have appreciated your honesty."

She picked the cup off the stool and took a sip. Next, she pressed her thumb against her index finger before flicking her finger, Migkeld pushed aback by a strong vacuum of force hitting him squarely in his chest. The wallop of the force was so strong it caused him to gush blood from his mouth!

He'd probably bleed to death if he didn't feel the rejuvenating of healing magic imbue him. He recovered only enough to see the fury in her eyes.

"By now your thief has found what she's looking for. Go find her and leave before I tell my comrades what your intent for being here is. I'd rather be someone who had her things stolen than be humiliated for letting them in the front door."

Migkeld didn't know why she was this way, but he immediately swiveled around and dashed out the door.

She continued to take a sip from her glass when she felt hands around her elbow. She assumed they were around her neck; the hands of someone who caressed her a few times.

"You sent a rookie soldier and a bandit in my respected den instead of asking me for what you want instead, Dack?"

Before that chiseled face she found handsome stepped out of the shadows, a two headed gray and black orthros came out lolling its tongue in a happy way.

"Only a fool uses a ginnel to have a meeting of facing someone who could be a primordial malevolent god or a pinnacle eldlich three times."

Stepping out of the shadows was the man she had a history with, someone who didn't look like much but was more man than even the most advance class of knights, Dack the unknown man. She smirked upon his arrival.

"There are no meetings on facing Ainz Ooal Gown while I'm in charge. This is just a shelter for those who don't appreciate his hark. Now why did you send those two?"

Dack was originally going to tell her he did it to train new allies, but if there was one thing his close to jilted lover, Shaichai, hated was lying. Her father lied about where he went at night and her mother lied to her about her health condition. When they met, she was a Level 49 spearmen with a fan stucked in her sash fighting in an army of Chinese people like her-in a world where Chinese people were like aliens invading their soil. He fought her, he defeated her, and even if she wasn't as strong as him, she put up such a fight it made his heart race and his nuts bulge.

In his past life his nuts were very very small where the thought of getting someone pregnant was nothing but a dream; now he was going to be a father to a little girl with a rebellion leader of a baby-mama.

"I came to divert one of their attention from me. I'm the one who got Sabre killed."

She looked at him with neither surprise nor loathing. She could do nothing to hurt him; she herself had a splotch in her lineage of murdering people, not feeling contrivance for her actions.

"It wasn't by my hand he was killed, but the one who did kill him was under my wing. She was just supposed to stop them from enacting violence against Ainz, instead she showed them how to weaken his army and for that they were massacred."

Shaichai took a big sip of the tea, sloshed it in her mouth not embarrassed by how hot it was in her mouth, spat it back into the cup and slid it towards Dack. He lifted the cup, smelt it, poured it into the tea pot and drank it like it was a carton of milk Peter Griffin got his pudgy hands on.

Most women from Dack's world would be repulsed seeing a man chugging down someone else's saliva. Whether it was some appreciation for his willingness to swallow her drink or she wryly appreciated seeing him nearly throw up, she smiled.

He put it under the table and stood up.

"I think it's time I take my leave. I make a solemn promise to return to you one more time...to hold my daughter, kiss her on the head and apologize for not being the father she needed."

Her smile turned into a frown. "I hate you, Dack. I love-love you; makes me hate you for not manning up-and you were the most man-man I've ever met."

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Migkeld had to be honest about the conflict he had with the pregnant lady to the bandit when he showed up talking like there was a frog in his throat and showed up with blood smeared on his lips. She tittered a little before laughing like a hyena to the stars. Better her laughing than Ayeyun. Whether he had a crush on her or not being ridiculed by a sex worker was every man's nightmare.

Leaned against her right leg was the package Dack asked them to steal: a breastplate made entirely of black clay.

She found it festooned between much bigger, durable weapons and having it now she saw it was weak. All it took was a few hits for it to crumble away. Showing this to Migkeld made him even more upset about getting walloped by a vacuum trying to help her find it.

They could bemoan and bicker as much as they want-Dack soon arrived from the floor in a puddle of black water, and he held his hands and exclaimed "MY FRIENDS!"

They shuddered by the sound of his high-pitch, guttural way of greeting them.

The bandit stuck her tongue out wiggling her two prods at the sight of him. He just stood there looking at them with that smarmy smile of his, going one tiptoe at a time towards them, before taking the clay breastplate out of Migkeld's hands. It was now nestled between his armpit as he looked at them with his creepy, sinister smile.

"You've all done a beautiful job getting this back to me-now your free to go. If I ever need your help again, I'll be sure to find you. Finding you will be fun and easy."

And then-he sank right down into the puddle of black water.

They were alone again; having dried blood on his lower jaw suddenly wasn't the thing on the bandits' mind. She didn't know if she helped a soon to be Momon or a soon to be Ainz.

"Ayeyun told me where we can find her; let's go have a first and only drink together."

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The bespectacled demon didn't feel like a prisoner in Neuronist Painkiller's cells even during the moments she tied him up and flayed him. She was extra passionate about cutting his body open, with every laceration a strong miasma wafted out that got her olfactory glands tingling, and her ovaries ripe.

This jail was even better than his castle; the amount of screams he got to hear each day were increased tenfold, the company was excellent, and he felt like he could finally meet someone who could match his creators' level.

This was relaxing until black water arose from the ground covering the whole jail cell. First a black mannequin emerged from the eye of the water, then the one who calls himself Dack appeared before him. He wasn't surprised he shown up; his eyes nearly broke through his glasses seeing what he was grasping: his master.

"Don't hold him with your dirty paws!" He whined as if his life was endangered. "He needs to be kept in a case! He needs to be cleaned-"

Dack let go of the breastplate watching it fall to the ground. However, before it hit the ground it was nabbed by the jaws of a Kobald with a blue ridge and a white lightning bolt on its right eye. He disappeared with the breastplate.

What Dack did was nothing less of cruel and sadistic; had to be done if he wanted to reel the bespectacled demon in hook, line and sinker.

"He's safe. You'll be united with him after you've helped a certain someone."