Overlord x TF2.
I planned this cuz i originally just messed around with chatgpt in doing stories and rp stuff just for fun, and i did overlord x tf2 and i was enjoying (however short lived) it until it came to the fights, which i got like ultra mad because i told it to like fight like real tf2 players, which it didnt not. So im making the story myself cuz i got angry lol. this isnt directly an copy and paste from chatgpt cuz i was the one directing it, so the idea popped in my mind randomly and i guided the chatgpt, but since its writing as if im an idiot, zero in between the lines or subtlety and etc, i got angry enought that i closed the chat and i started to make it by myself. Oh, btw, the chat only lasted a few prompt, as after like, 4-5 prompts i deleted it for that reason, so i didnt get that far with the chatgpt stuff.
But most of the stuff written here doesnt come from the AI, as on the AI it started directly with the summoning. But i wanted to start this way first, so i started way differently than what the gpt did (it started with soldier just spawning in and being friendly with ainz and demiurge lol).
[SPECIAL OVA: RECKLESS WRITING]
(its a kind of story where there is no outlining, just everything written here is being invented on the spot, expect alot of modifying of warnings, rating, slight or huge inconsistencies and such. But i'll try my best to fix those mistakes during or after the publication of the chapter, as what happens often is i notice subtle mistakes after posting, not before and keep the story as consistent as i can)
Ainz and Demiurge stood in the middle of a sprawling grassland, inside a lab designed by Aura at Ainz's request. This new space would allow Ainz to test various things without endangering the safety of Nazarick.
The two of them were examining a summoning book, which piqued Ainz's interest. The tome was enchanted with a spell that allowed him to inspect the properties of various items. Its cover, saturated in muted reds, caught his eye. Strange symbols and text adorned its surface—familiar yet elusive, as though a long-forgotten memory stirred at the edge of his mind, but he couldn't quite place it.
Demiurge stood by silently, observing Ainz as he studied the book, ever the loyal and attentive servant.
The book itself was thin, its contents seemingly sparse. The cover was a striking shade of red, highlighted by faded, washed-out colors that made the book even more intriguing. At the center was a symbol, an orange circle divided into four segments. Ainz studied it closely, but the meaning of the abstract design escaped him.
"Umu... English text..." Ainz muttered to himself, his gaze shifting to Demiurge, who was still standing motionless. "I met a few English speakers back in YGGDRASIL, even though we should have been on different servers. So, I know a bit of the language," Ainz mused as his fingers lightly traced the text.
"Chimu fotoresu too…" Ainz read aloud, noting the book's title, "Team Fortress 2."
He opened the book and flipped through its thin pages. It only contained ten in total, each filled with text that seemed unintelligible at first glance. As he continued reading, Ainz felt a nagging realization grow.
"I can make out some of the words and get a general sense of the meaning, but it's not enough to fully understand the contents," Ainz thought to himself, frustration creeping in.
He turned to Demiurge. "I don't want to waste mana deciphering it myself. Perhaps Demiurge can make more sense of it."
"Demiurge, read it and tell me what you think," Ainz said, handing the book to his loyal subordinate.
"Of course, Ainz-sama," Demiurge responded with a bow, taking the book carefully in both hands.
He opened the book and quickly scanned its contents, his expression a mixture of curiosity and concentration. After flipping through all ten pages, he closed it with a slight frown.
"Ainz-sama," Demiurge began, his tone apologetic. "I'm afraid I cannot read the contents. Please forgive me for not being up to the task."
"May i take it with me so i can decypher it for you?" Demiurge asked
Ainz waved his hand dismissively. "No need to apologize. IAlso, it's not worth the time to manually decipher such a thin book. If it proves unfruitful, I'll consider it a minor waste of effort," Ainz said, his voice calm and measured. He glanced at the book once more. "There isn't much here, after all. Only ten pages."
He reached into his inventory and pulled out a monocle—an item that allowed him to read any text, though it consumed mana in the process. Holding it before his empty eye socket, he activated the monocle and began decrypting the book's pages. With every word he deciphered, his mana reserves began to deplete.
As Ainz finished decrypting the final page, his mana was now at half its capacity. He put a hand to his chin in thought. "Hmm… It seems there are nine mercenaries, each summoned individually. They each possess their own strengths, weaknesses, and roles. However, they are meant to work together, compensating for each other's weaknesses and enhancing their strengths."
He continued, his voice steady but filled with curiosity. "These mercenaries can only be summoned through the expenditure of mana, and they will not be bound to anyone until payment—likely in the form of currency—has been offered to them."
Ainz paused for a moment, his thoughts racing. "Are they powerful enough to challenge Nazarick? If not, they are of little use. But if they are, they could prove useful. However, if they are true mercenaries, there's the risk that they could betray Nazarick for a higher bidder…"
He turned to Demiurge, seeking his insight.
Demiurge, ever perceptive, gave a slight nod. "Indeed, Ainz-ham. I do not have a clear gauge of their power, but based on what you've described, they could be employed as low-level soldiers with minimal risk to Nazarick. However, if they prove capable, they could yield satisfactory results."
His expression then darkened, and a faint frown appeared on his face. "But if I may be so bold… these mercenaries lack the wisdom to understand the privilege of serving you. They are blinded by their greed and their loyalty is nothing more than a fleeting shadow, dependent on coin—an idea so trivial it almost doesn't deserve mention."
Demiurge adjusted his glasses, composing himself once again. "I apologize for my lapse in tone, Ainz-sama."
Ainz raised a hand, signaling that Demiurge's words were understood. "I-I see… However, if they are indeed strong enough to face the New Worlders, they might still be of use."
Demiurge bowed deeply. "Yes, Ainz-sama. If you deem it so, then it must be the truth."
Ainz stroked his chin, recalling the mercenaries' names. "There are nine, but I can only summon one at a time…" He paused for a moment, pondering. "The Soldier seems the most reliable of the group."
With a swift motion, Ainz placed the book back into his inventory, extended his arm, and clenched his fist. "Mercenary call! Soldier!" he chanted, activating the summoning spell.
As Ainz spoke the incantation, red circles of symbols and letters began to materialize in the air. Another circle appeared on the ground, surrounded by crimson light. The figure of the Soldier slowly began to take shape.
The summoning was complete.
End of Chapter.