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In a random canyon because welcome to Dragon Ball, Ainz Ooal Gown and Evil stood apart from each other, eyeing each other up as the floating camera hovered nearby and showed both of them standing looking at each other.

Evil hummed. "I hope you're prepared," Evil called out to Ainz with a smirk. Ainz was silent, though he was glowing several colors. Confused, Evil stared at the glowing Ainz. "...why are you glowing?"

"I'm merely setting up enchantments," Ainz said, the glowing stopping for a moment as he spoke out to Evil. "I'm preparing myself for our fight."

Evil let out a hum of acknowledgement. "Alright, fair enough. Continue."

Ainz paused and looked at Evil, a bit baffled though it didn't show. "...you're just gonna let me?"

"Yeah," Evil answered. "Go on. Prepare yourself for me." Evil slowly began to smile, a toothy and cocky grin on his face. "I'll show you why I pushed back Lego and began running the scene!"

Ainz's gaze became analytical as Evil spoke. The Overlord couldn't read Evil's stats like he could most people (probably due to this being a different world than Nazarick and the New World he was familiar with), and was going in blind right now.

Still, perhaps it was possible to end him in one shot.

"Well, if you wouldn't mind," Ainz began. "Perhaps you'll allow me to have the first move?"

Evil raised an eyebrow at this, intrigued. Eventually he nodded and crossed his arms. "Go ahead," Evil replied.

Ainz then nodded, before several magic seals that were light blue in color began forming and glowing around him. "I'm curious to see how you'll tank this."

"Oh, so you use magic…" Evil commented.

"Super Tier Magic!" Ainz called out. "Fallen Down!"

"Fallen what?" Evil questioned, before a beam of light descended onto Evil from above, incinerating the area and causing destruction to the wasteland they stood in.

Back at the castle in the Evil Capital, a large TV inside of the throne room that Evil's throne was in was playing the fight, and showcased Evil getting crushed by the large ray of light, turning the entire screen white due to the blinding hot light of the spell Ainz had casted.

"KILL HIM, LORD AINZ!" Albedo and Shalltear cheered together, both having pom-poms.

"We're really dealing with this…" Overhaul, one of the many villains under Evil's rule who was high up on the hierarchy, remarked as he talked with Young Xehanort on the side.

"I don't quite like it either, but we have to make do," Xehanort said. "And how come you're chatting with me? Don't you know that All For One fellow better?"

"He has many Quirks within him, and so I just fucking hate him," Overhaul stated. "You're human and don't have Quirks, so you're chill."

Xehanort rolled his eyes. "I'm half tempted to just leave and find a place to hide."

"Well, to be perfectly honest," Cocytus said, having been sitting next to Young Xehanort and Overhaul without either of them noticing. "Albedo and Shalltear are crazy for Lord Ainz. Furthermore, the rest of us Floor Guardians are completely loyal to him and place our trust into him, the greatest of the Forty-One Supreme Beings."

"When the hell did you get over here?!" Overhaul questioned.

"Just now," Cocytus answered.

Xehanort and Overhaul shared a glance, before looking at Cocytus. "You're… actually a decent guy, aren't you?" Xehanort asked.

"We're all decent," Cocytus replied. "Quite frankly, I have nothing against humans. If Lord Ainz doesn't want your extinction, then I don't care to harbor such feelings. Sebas is the same way, along with Aura and Mere as long as you leave them alone or don't get in their way."

"Cocytus, get away from the lambs!" Demiurge shouted at Cocytus.

"Why?" Cocytus asked. "I'm just chatting with them."

"So you side with the enemy!" Demiurge accused as he pointed at Cocytus.

"Oh no, I merely wish to learn more about this world since Lord Ainz is going to win," Cocytus stated calmly. "Might as well know what we're getting into."

"Well if you do decide to kill one of them, I called dibs on the human with the plague doctor mask," Albedo remarked as she glared at Overhaul.

"Why me?!" Overhaul shouted.

"Because of the Second Coochie War you tried to start," Albedo answered. "I could have lost my physique because of you, if not for whatever fools defeated you previously."

"The Second Coochie War?" Sebas questioned. "What the hell is that?!"

"You're the ones showing up at chapter 60! At least go back and reread the chapters if you're going to show up!" Young Xehanort shouted as he broke the fourth wall.

"Actually, don't do that," Overhaul said, slightly worried for his own reasons. "The story was shittier back then and is not worth rereading if people are lost."

This topic (somehow) eventually broke out in a heated argument, before Aura shouted, "What the hell, Evil lived?!" This caused everyone to look back at the TV screen showcasing Ainz and Evil's fight.

Ainz had to admit… he wasn't too surprised that Evil survived Fallen Down. He survived True Death for crying out loud. That's not something just about anyone can do. Still, the laughter from Evil as the light and smoke cleared was evident that it did minimal damage at least.

"That's a neat trick," Evil shouted as the dust cleared. He was smiling, his shirt a bit damaged, but otherwise he was fine. "Hmm?"

Ainz had gone out on a whim that Evil was alive, and had performed the summoning spell Pantheon, summoning six Cherubim Gatekeepers. "I'm going to pull out all the stops here," Ainz declared as he eyed up Evil, observing the demon for what he knew of him.

"Well, seeing as you use magic, allow me to follow suit!" Evil declared as he placed his fist into the palm of his hand, a blue magic seal appearing beneath him. "Observe ice magic in action!"

'Not exactly something I'm worried about,' Ainz thought to himself. 'Seeing as I have Ice Immunity as one of my many skill traits as an Overlord.'

Evil took a breath and exhaled, the breath able to be seen as the air chilled around himself. He looked up and shouted, "Ice-Make: Sword!" And just like that, a sword made from ice appeared in Evil's hand, which he waved around flashily after he acquired the weapon. The Demon God smiled at Ainz, thinking he was impressive. "Impressive, is it not?"

Ainz looked at the sword in Evil's hands carefully. "That is…"

"Yes?" Evil said, closing his eyes with that stupid smirk still on his face.

"...the most underwhelming use of magic I have seen," Ainz stated, making Evil look up, baffled by what Ainz said.

"What?!" Evil questioned. "How could you possible think-"

"Fireball," Ainz said, pointing his hand at Evil and conquering a fireball that went flying at Evil. Evil then slashed at the ball of flames with the ice sword, only for the sword to melt.

"Hmm," Evil said as he looked at the melted sword as it dropped to the ground as a puddle. "...fiddlesticks."

"You did not just say fiddlesticks…" Ainz said as he looked at Evil in disbelief.

"I did. So what?" Evil replied as he made another sword out of ice.

Ainz stood there and stared at Evil for a long moment, before saying to his Cherubim Gatekeepers, "Attack." The six Cherubim Gatekeepers then began flying at Evil.

Evil lunged forward and began fighting the High-Tier Angels, slashing at them with his sword made of ice magic. Most of his attacks didn't strike relatively true as the six Gatekeepers each were equipped with shields and lances of fire. One of the Cherubim Gatekeepers actually managed to break Evil's sword, while another stabbed Evil through the chest with their lance.

Ainz watched as Evil flailed around and was attacked by the Gatekeepers. Despite being stabbed through the heart, he was definitely still alive. 'Hmm, he really does seem to be immortal,' Ainz thought to himself as he observed Evil. 'But he's also holding back. Is he pitying me?'

As Evil was stabbed repeatedly by the Cherubim Gatekeepers, he eventually caught one of their lances in his mouth as they tried to stab him through the head. As he did so, he broke off the tip of the lance. "Alright, I'm tired of this," Evil stated, before holding up his arm as a green magical seal surrounded it. "Iron Dragon Sword!" Evil's arm then transformed into a black steel sword with spikes along the edges of the blade. Suddenly, the spikes started moving in the fashion of a chainsaw, and Evil proceeded to slam the blade straight into one of the Cherubim Gatekeepers, cleaving them in half.

Ainz was caught off guard by this sudden use of magic. "What in the world kind of magic is that?!" Ainz questioned as Evil proceeded to dismantle and tear the Gatekeepers apart.

Evil hummed as he held up his transfigured arm proudly. "This is Iron Dragon Slayer Magic, a type of magic used solely by a man known as Gajeel, the Iron Dragon Slayer!" Evil pointed at Ainz with the arm. "Dragon Slayer Magic is-"

"Alright, alright, you made your point," Ainz replied as he waved his hand and cut Evil off again. "Dragon Slayer Magic, got it."

Evil gave Ainz a glare. "That's not very nice," Evil remarked.

"Your name is literally Evil, why do you care if I'm nice?" Ainz replied. "Hell, I'm an Overlord. I am an Undead, and I have definitely killed people. Lots of people. I am far from being considered nice, though that doesn't mean I don't do good. Therefore-"

Evil suddenly transfigured his blade arm into a normal arm whilst Ainz was talking, quickly bringing his hands together again and shouting, "Ice-Make: Lance!" Several lances made of ice then shot forward from the palm of Evil's hand at Ainz and struck true. "Gotcha!" Ainz looked at the lances of ice with a small hum, before batting them away with his hand, unbothered. Evil was surprised and also dumbfounded by the skill's inability to affect Ainz. "Bwah?"

"Are you mocking me?" Ainz asked Evil, actually a bit surprised.

Evil stared at Ainz for a minute, formulating a plan of attack. "Hmm, if that won't work, then I shall try another method," Evil replied as his hands engulfed in flames. "Fire Dragon-" Evil ran and jumped forward at Ainz, "-Iron Fist!"

"Oh shit," Ainz said as he attempted to counter. "Call Greater Thunder!" Right as Evil socked Ainz in the face, Evil was pierced through his own body by the lightning bolt Ainz shot from his fingertips using his magic. Both were thrown back from each other.

Ainz rubbed his cheek where he took the blow. He had casted magical protection spells in case of potential Fire based attacks, but still… that hurt more than he expected, even with the Double Damage he took from Fire based spells.

Evil hummed as he looked at the hole in his own stomach. "Now that stung," Evil remarked, before the hole began to heal. Even his clothing repaired itself as he looked over at Ainz. "I must say, you're truly a talented wizard."

"I haven't even done that much in this fight," Ainz replied, a bit wary of Evil's words.

"Still, I see now that I am the victor here," Evil declared boldly. "For I believe I have seen the peak of what you are capable of."

Ainz was definitely insulted by that declaration. "Well, then perhaps you wouldn't mind a last ditch effort?" Ainz said.

The Demon who ruled the world looked over at Ainz Ooal Gown curiously. Evil smirked. "I guess it wouldn't hurt."

"Then know that The Goal of All Life is Death!" Ainz declared, before a clock appeared behind him. "Widen Magic, Cry of the Banshee!"

As the clock began ticking down, Evil raised an eyebrow. "So, what exactly is this meant to do?"

Ainz stared intently at Evil. "Quite simply, I'm going to kill you," Ainz answered. "And should this fail, I am royally screwed."

Evil tilted his head, but before he could open his mouth, the clock struck 12, having been counting down for 12 seconds, the entirety of that small conversation. As this happened, the air around them suddenly died, and Evil watched the world around them falter for a moment, before even the soil and rocks around them turned to sand. Evil felt his body lose all functions for a moment, and he entered a small daze, falling backwards and to the ground, with the camera that was used to broadcast the fight crashing to the ground, also turning to sand.

"What happened?!" Young Xehanort questioned, surprised by what occurred.

"Lord Ainz used The Goal of All Life is Death," Demiurge explained, a wide smile on his face. "This skill is capable of amplifying all magic regarded as Death Magic, bypassing many if not all types of Instant Death Magic resistance. Combined with Cry of the Banshee which was amplified by Widen Magic, Ainz has single handedly murdered the air and terrain around the battlefield where the two stood. As such, even without us being able to see what is going on, it is safe to say that Lord Ainz defeated your so-called ruler of the world."

"Considering what that means," Shalltear began as she looked at Xehanort, whilst Albedo looked at Overhaul.

"It was nice knowing you 'gents," Albedo remarked.

Before either of the two women could move, suddenly the ground shook violently. "Alright, who's taking a shit?!" Overhaul shouted loudly, concerned as he held onto the couch to stabilize himself as he stood.

"Say, should we confirm that Ainz managed to murder that Evil fellow?" Sebas remarked, as the ground shook. "After all… The Goal of All Life is Death didn't exactly defeat Shalltear when she went berserk."

Demiurge paused, before shouting in panic and rage, "SHIT!"

Ainz Ooal Gown was, needless to say, not surprised that Evil got up from the ground after being struck with the boosted Cry of the Banshee. Still, Ainz was indeed surprised and wary of how much power was radiating off of Evil as he floated off of the ground.

"You are amazing," Evil said to Ainz as he regarded the Overlord. "Truly, I'm impressed. You're one of a kind, Ainz Ooal Gown, even if your last ditch effort was a waste."

Ainz stared at Evil, all while backing up slightly. "Although I thank you for your words, I must ask what you intend to do now that you have made it clear that you won," Ainz said. "I doubt that I could keep up with you should I cast Perfect Warrior and fight you with the many weapons from my fellow Guild Mates."

"Quite simply," Evil began, "I shall give you the choice once again to join my army, and-"

"Do you take me as a man who goes against my word?" Ainz questioned as he looked at Evil, catching the Demon God off guard.

"...pardon?"

"The condition for the duel is whoever won became the leader of both sides," Ainz reminded. "Therefore… I am yours to command within reason."

Evil paused and hummed. "I… I see." Evil smiled. "Perfect!" Evil started laughing maniacally. "It's all coming together nicely!"

Ainz let out a sigh. 'Let's hope the Floor Guardians are willing to play nice now…'

I know nothing of Overlord and have done a fair amount of research about Ainz's skills whilst also talking a fair bit about this with the homie Talespinner69. If there are any Overlord fans in the audience, then please feel free to tear into me.

I think from here on the story can proceed nicely. At least, that's my hope and plan considering what I want to work towards and have been wanting to for months at this point.