Disclaimer: I do not own Overlord just like it
As you may've guessed each chapter starts with Lukas/Dack's life before he got trapped in the New World. Other than showing a little more of him back when he was socially awkward and into programming, it also helps me practice for my next fanfiction showing an origin of a character in another fanfiction. Thank you.
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Lukas started working at the job thinking he was only going to be working there for three years and transition into being an animator or a graphic designer. For seven years he's worked there-all because of how his short tempered, emotional father actually telling him how proud he was and how hard working he was-and hasn't finished any animation or CGI to show to a video game company. It wasn't until later he learned he couldn't work at the company, ironically, because he didn't have a university degree.
His life was a mess, everything he believed in had shit tossed at it, meanwhile his sister was living a much happier life. She moved out their house at sixteen, finished her last years of high school three hundred miles away living with their aunt, graduated to go to university working part time as a dairy farmer, eventually graduated and started working as a therapist for troubled youths, already had three clients lined up and by now had eight, got married and was living on a farm with two dogs and two cats.
The reality was everyone everywhere was living a good life while others were in living hell. Things just weren't the same since Nolan moved far away. He stopped logging into Yggdrasil leaving Lukas with no one he knew to socialize with.
It was his father's 63rd birthday and Lukas finally felt the need to...
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Last person needed for the plan served the most important role...
The paladin was in one of the very but far-reaching mausoleums teeming with nearly a thousand loyal followers. While he was cladded in his armor and equipped with a broad sword, the others were in white robes with medallions of different colors around their necks. He went through the procedures going off as planned barring the one he was tasked to complete.
He excused himself after the fifth ritual; didn't come back until it was completely dark hoping no one remembered he was gone. When he came back he saw nigrescent droplets dripping from the ceiling.
He looked up at the liquids, the man who told him to do all this having black tentacles suction his arms and legs before he looked at him with his sinister smile. He was also flipped upright thanks to the tentacles helping him. On his back was a sight most unsettling: Gazef Stronoff. He was a corpse who looked like a brother to him getting a piggyback ride.
He set him down on the alter. After making sure his back was flattened on the slab and his arms were intwined, he made one loud whistle with its sound reverberating throughout the walls of the mausoleum.
"DON'T DO THAT IN HERE!" The paladin expostulated.
Dack ruefully raised his hand to him. Next thing they knew, kobalds were rising from the floor like zombies rising out of cemetery dirt. They stood upright looking feral and sinister, but their forms melded into human visages. First, they just looked like hairless people with short hair and exposed nipples and reproductive organs, but white cloaks materialized on them-they became the sages that were in here morning to evening. Next thing the paladin knew they started chanting the same incantation the real sages used to transform the deceased into babies.
Soon there was a cacophony of sounds of the army of kobalds. From the corpse the body emanated blue, then the body was cocooned in the light. When the light faded there was an adolescent male more faceted than a gemstone, eyes askew, wearing armor similar to Gazef's but blue instead of silver, and a katana tucked in an obi sash around his armor, and a bow and arrow with a scabbard on his back. Also, his hair was purple instead of Gazef's brown.
So far Dack was being taciturn through this whole ordeal; now he had just one thing to say:
"Klimt." Then more words. "I always loved Wolves of Time."
To the paladin's surprise, the mysterious burly man twitched his fingers and eyes moved under eyelids in a fixation. Dack turned his attention to the paladin.
"Your role is done. You're now free to leave."
The paladin looked at him with a droopy mouth and perplexed gaze. "I didn't do anything."
"You helped by being here. Now you can tell anyone what you saw and they'll believe a new Gazef, a new hero, has arisen to help fight the tyranny of Ainz Ooal Gown. Now please, get the fuck out of my sight."
The paladin was speechless. He always knew this man was a little strange, but he was blatantly putting himself in charge not caring whose toes he steps on, and even when he manages to convince people to do things, he was just making them opening doors for him.
He guessed he would just have to settle with the fecund of women without using his magic to create new life; he didn't want to fight this man for that power.
After the paladin left, Dack walked towards his creation with the clay breastplate in his hands.
And then-Klimt opened his eyes showing strong celestial blue light shining from his eyelids.
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The paladin went into a tavern simply because he was given a letter telling him to show up; later learning the one named Dack was the one who sent it and he let him down a road to hell. Now he needed to drink alcohol despite it being taboo for a paladin to do so.
There was someone else there he knew: the bandit with the tongue that looked like a snake. He noticed her near the bar counter deciding to sit next to her. It was loud with people gossiping about the fall of Re-Estrize and the death of the king by the hands of Ainz Ooal Gown. She probably didn't hear him or know he was there.
Oddly enough the bartender, a tan girl with her midriff showing in a black sports bra and had dreadlock white hair and amber eyes flitted her eyes from him to her seeing them both sulking in the same way.
Next thing the bandit knew her hand moved without her thinking about it, and she touched the shoulder of the paladin. His shoulder was soft to the touch. She looked at him as he looked at her with one cheek planted on the counter, they let their mouths run without their brains thinking.
"You ever do it with a man who chooses to believe in a benevolent god that cherishes ones with outmost face and loathes dilettante?"
"You ever make love to a woman who attacks travelers on the road with a tongue that will never be normal?"
There was a felicity in their eyes and a tingling in their nether(s) thinking they were going to get fervent and close. However, they were interrupted by the bartender slamming her hand on the table before unclenching her palm swaying it a little to ask for coins.
"Hate when people leave because something better shows up, but I'm happy when two people have found love."
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Back in Mallavaria, a man in his early thirties with grizzled black hair and girly sandy locks was standing up with a cup of ale in his hand to a crowd of unamused farmers, tailors, bookbinders and other working class plebians who needed a drink on a weekly basis.
Despite having no job and recently seeing his mother succumb to a disease, he was as happy as a knight before Ainz Ooal Gown infringed on their respectable crucibles. An entire kingdom was sieged, and it wasn't theirs. He just felt happy to be alive...
Everything and everyone were consumed in a ball of fire burning to charred lumber and infinitesimal bones.
In one fleeting moment danger of a shadow looming near the sun became a hellfire blazing down from on high when the dragons descended spewing their fire in the buildings mapped out by Hynrich.
Before this, his genies appeared in the cradle room taken babies swaddled in filthy rags of plebians who could only afford to wash their clothes and linen in their filthy water. Not only babies, they also took children three years of age and younger. Why three? Hynrich didn't care about human innocence as a child since they all grew up selfish, greedy wrathful, obstinate, and proud of the turmoil they bring to others...but when they aren't four yet they can completely forget about their upbringing; making them ideal servants of his soon to be kingdom.
The genies weren't only appearing to kidnap young children. Some had ways of killing people from suffocating them in their bodies made of air to bewitching them as a beautiful, voluptuous woman before burning them with their bodies made of fire, and some just swallowed them up in quicksand with their bodies made of earth planted in the ground.
It wasn't long before this chaos was noticed by other humans. They attempted to flee from the city only to reach a barricade of troll's bashing them with their clubs or snatching them up in their azure blue meaty arms to bite off their heads or arms, whichever they found more appetizing.
Some with magic of levitation or those who had horses managed to escape past the blockade of trolls venturing into the forest to warn anyone of this attack, but they were impaled by elongated, straight tree branches made by the treants pretending to be trees before killing them. As for the ones who could fly...dragons get hungry too.
It wasn't even half an hour for mass genocide leaving less than ten percent of the denizens and visitors still alive. The ones left alive over the age of three were alive only because Hynrich found some use for them.
The smoke from the charred ruins smoldered into the stratosphere heading westward, until a dragon soared right through the smoke, wind veering the smoke eastward.
Hynrich bestride a path through what used to be a bustling street riding on top of his three horned horse. He was heading to the rear of a tavern where his scouts spotted a man in armor with his trousers pulled down holding a girl with her undergarments pulled down making love of swashing tongues and gyrating his penis into her vagina. The goblin wouldn't be caught dead doing that to his wife even if she was still alive now.
Not long after they fornicated in view of prying eyes-didn't need a troll with a stealth skill to be spotted doing what they did-some black puddle emerged under them seemingly eroding them with a swish of a murky tentacle.
To all his followers they were just eaten by a demon or a curse, but for Hynrich...
'You knew where they were, now you have seen what I can do, Lord Dack.'
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"I can't leave you two alone to make myself tea before you are doing something asinine and suicidal!" Dack complained.
The paladin and the bandit had to kneel down with pants breezing on a harpoon hundreds of miles off the ground. That was their punishment for not going somewhere safe and making themselves stand out.
They had no idea how indebted they were to him for saving them from the desolation of the town by Hynrich and his animals; to them he was just a bastard who liked to interfere in other people's business.
"Are you going to make us freeze to death or do we get to go to another one of your rooms?" The bandit asked.
"Do you know how stupid you were being? None of your cultist friends knew what you did, you could have just walked in and acted the way you did last night."
"They also wouldn't know where I put my mouth into, doesn't mean I don't feel terrible going against the people who have to follow those rules."
Dack smacked his hand against his face before sliding it down showing the paladin how peeved his choices made him. Taking a deep breath in and a deep breath out, pondering his next choice of action, he said "None of your cult friends could know in one day you went to a town burned down; I can send you back to your cult friends."
"Fine. While you're at it, maybe make my lady friend a candidate for the next reincarnation."
"I can't control your leader to make her a caregiver."
"Yes you can. You're the most powerful and manipulative person I know; I think with a few words he won't care you never practiced arts discovered by the Black Scripture."
"Okay. I won't. I grew up with two parents: my father the world's highest paid doorman as he called himself-a tour guide for immigrants-and my mother a military dentist. They did everything they could to raise me well, and then I failed them by goofing off and putting myself in another place not caring how much I meant to them. Why should I allow a girl who makes a living stealing have a child?" He made sure the paladin looked him right in the eyes when he told him this next thing, held his chin up with his pinkie finger. "Not everyone should have children."
"And another thing: I found you with your you-know-what in her makes-you-wonder-how-she-sit's, why not just impregnate her yourself?"
"It is against my god to take a lady and give her a child with my own seeds. To truly create a child, one must-"
"Spare me your speeches. I have read over a hundred stories where someone who thinks their right turns out to be wrong and it's up to an adolescent boy with self-loathing to teach them their wrong. I also fell for not one but three dating scams listening to all their sweet promises about getting together and marrying them after I helped them. Two hundred thousand dollars when I only make four hundred 'n' seventy-five a week.
"If your god doesn't allow it-and I think your moving too fast for a girl you hardly know-maybe I can use my godly powers to change the god you follow."
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Mao knew better than to try to go somewhere far from where the kobalds master took him, but eventually he had to fly in the air on Demonbeak's back looking for a shopping district where he could find soap, food for him and Demonbeak, and of course a skill book to learn new kinds of weapons.
He thought about looking for a book about whips. He heard a master whip user could use it to pull themselves up high and zigzag around a temple without worrying about traps or monsters. Some say whips could even be used to tame monsters to do their bidding.
That was all good-the one about whips wasn't the only book he got to read. He also got to learn about halberds and sickles before the master of the kobalds showed up one day. Demonbeak was so enraged him coming back he nearly lunged at him-if it wasn't for the soothing touch of Mao's hands on his claws.
Dack arrived with lips so wide and eyes shielded by his closed eyelids. He seemed relaxed and expectant.
"MY FRIEND!" He exclaimed before his feet lithe towards the duo. "How have you been since we last-"
"Nearly killed one another?" Mao answered for him.
"I wouldn't say nearly. I still had mountains of energy and was never wounded, but whatever helps you sleep at night. Anyways, I'm here because I need to borrow you and your griffin for a day."
Mao couldn't believe his ears. He knew this man was audacious but to expect something like that out of him, he was outright crazy.
"Unless you want me to look at a skill book to see if it's legit, I don't know how I can be of any help to you."
"You can be helpful by being my puppet. My only remaining loyal follower, Silverbane, has reported seeing my former follower, Hynrich, has taken over Mallavaria. With your permission I'd like to stick a knife in her head and copy your appearance to fight him using powers close to yours but a lot more powerful."
Dack was expecting him to find all this completely crazy, instead the griffin got up in his face and screeched a loud tumultuous sound right in his face. Dack admitted he flinched when he saw the griffin stand up against him, but the griffin was at best a level fifty creature, and he was at his pinnacle.
"That reminds me," he wryly pulled out a kunai knife with white lines around it waiting to use it. "If I want to put up the ruse you were the one who fought the goblin king...I need your trusted companion to be there with me."
The griffin took what he said as a challenge rising up on its hind-claws ready to scratch him, but Dack already weaved around the mythological beast before it could vainly tear into his flesh.
He leaped over the griffin and stabbed the kunai right into its forehead, simultaneously launching another kunai into the forehead of Mao. They weren't dead, barely felt a poke from the kunai, but its tips glowed blue on impact.
And then-they flew back to him as if he held up a magnet towards them.
Now that he had what he needed from them, he pulled Mao using a knife with a magnet sheen of a blade. Once he was between the griffin and the sorcerer, he patted them both on the shoulders.
"I really enjoy our time together; and I really enjoy watching you nestled on the griffin's lap when you fall asleep. I find it very cute."
He walked away from them. He snapped his fingers disappearing like a shadow. Now Mao and Demonbeak were back to being alienated from their journey.
'At least we still have that very refreshing spring to look forward to."