Yet Another Overlord Fanfic

Under the trees of the Great Sundered Forest, southeast of the Dragonic Kingdom, a woman was running.

'Just kill them!'

The telepathic [Message] carried such a clear chuckle that the fleeing woman couldn't help but be offended, even while running for her life.

'It's not that easy, you know!? These are real monsters! They're scary!'

'I'm scrying on you right now, remember? I can see them, and they're just goblins for goodness' sake! Just kick them or use a spell, anything will do!'

'Fine!'

A moment later, the cloaked woman spun mid-race, her inertia causing her to slide a few feet backwards, leaving visible, deep marks on the soft forest floor.

'I bet that looked pretty cool. Are you recording this?'

'Sure, hold on, let me alt tab and check. Of course I'm not recording this!'

"Fuuu... ~la"

The woman let out a long sigh of dissatisfaction. It sounded very melodious and charming, but it was still basically a whine.

She raised a delicate hand. There was a fine golden chain stretched from her middle finger ring all the way to a long bejeweled bracelet, just barely visible under the cloak.

In the next moment, she aimed it at the goblins and chanted a spell.

"[Sleep]! ~fa"

A sudden burst of multi-colored flower petals came forth right in the middle of the goblins, completely covering them for just a moment before disappearing as suddenly as it began.

The goblins slowed down and closed their eyes, then fell down as one.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

'Sleep? You're max level and that's what you use?'

The voice in the [Message] definitely sounded like it was about to burst into laughter.

'They're just goblins.'

'Oooh, NOW they're just goblins!'

'Do you want to trade jobs with me?'

'No thanks, monsters are scary.'

"Fuuu... ~la"

She sighed, then pulled down her hood and shook her head for a moment.

Her jet black hair flew in all directions before she pulled it back behind her. Finally, her face was exposed to sunrise's gentle light.

There was no other way to describe her hair but as midnight black, of a black so glossy that light seemed to bounce off it whenever she moved.

'What are you doing now?'

Her friend inquired through their telepathic link.

'Should I kill them?'

'Eww, why?'

'Because they attacked me? Because of loot?'

'You really want to loot some goblins?'

'Its a good chance to see what they drop.'

'Alright. Just stab them and keep moving.'

'Gross... I don't want to get close to them. How about a fireball?'

'Really now? For three sleeping goblins? Why didn't you used a fireball to begin with?'

Even through their link, the brunette could tell her friend was laughing.

"I'm gonna use a fireball ~fa"

She actually sung the words, rather than sending them through the [Message] link, then remembered she had to do so.

'I'm using [Fireball]'

'Are you sure that's enough? Why not use a meteor swarm or a pyroclastic cloud, just to be sure?'

'Isn't that overkill?'

'So's a fireball! Just stab them would you?'

'I'm using it now.'

'Whatever.'

A fire rose bloomed on top of the sleeping goblins, there were three smoking corpses at the bottom of a small crater once it faded away, with some petals dancing in the air.

'That was... flowery.'

'I modded it with my [Signature Spell] trick.'

'Really? You felt the need to turn a fireball into a whirlwind of rose petals?'

'Golden_Ballade is an artist you know? Her spells are both flashy and elegant.'

'Y- we are not playing anymore!'

'Are you sure you don't want to trade jobs with me?'

'So, did they drop anything?'

Her friend was quick to change the subject.

'...not that I can see.'

'No crystals, no money, nothing?'

'No.'

'Not even a copper piece?'

'Nothing, zero. The bodies haven't sublimated either. Should I pick up their weapons?'

'So they did drop something.'

'Not really 'drop' the way you think. The bodies are still there, there's no items floating near the ground. It's the stuff they were using.'

'That's fairly realistic. I thought you didn't want to approach them, though?'

'Fire greatly improves thed their smell. As for looting their gear, this is reality, remember?'

'Right.'

Two poorly made stone swords and one heavy branch later, the brunette resumed walking towards the forest's edge.

A few minutes later, the forest cleared out.

"Oh ~fa"

'What is it?'

'I arrived. There's the village.'

~O~

Two Weeks Earlier-

The general rushed everyone out and closed the throne room doors behind him as quickly as he dared to, then leaned against them. The doors, massive slabs of marble, orichalcum, soulsteel, starmetal and 'ordinary' mithril, sent a mighty shiver all along the hallway as they closed.

"General, I must report to the Exalted Ones... sir, are you alright?"

Kubera approached him on her way back from patrol.

Her worry was understandable.

General Li, an 8' tall leonal guardinal, was one of the three NPC overseers created specifically to run and defend Tengoku Junzi if the guild members were unavailable.

The idea was that, even if the guild members were offline, the overseers would not only continue to collect taxes from the city shops, but also restock them as needed, respawn killed NPCs, and take care of maintenance for both the city and the golden citadel at the center of the it.

Indeed, while many guilds used mighty sky fortresses, impregnable underground tombs, or even a roaming zaratan's back as theit guild's base, Sancta Sanctorum had made their base into a open city, where visitors could come and go as they pleased, enjoying all of the guild house's amenities for a very reasonable fee.

Therefore, the general's rank was above that of every other NPC in the free city of Tengoku Junzi, including the Four Heavenly Kings who were in charge of security. Equal to that of the other two overseers, and second only to the guild members themselves.

He had led the defenses of the city against enemy raids on multiple occasions, and never before shown the slightest worry or hesitation.

That's why, to see such incarnation of regal courage, propriety and tradition trembling like a kitten under the rain, naturally caused Kubera's gentle heart to tremble.

"T-their excellencies... The Exalted Ones are arguing."

It was one of the throne room planetar guards who finally spoke.

The room seemed to spin around Kubera as she dropped to her knees.

"This isn't my fault!"

A beautiful black-haired angel cried out, her wings spread out behind her in response to her instinctive need to appear larger than she was.

Of course, saying 'a beautiful angel' its somewhat of a redundancy. There's practically not a single person who wouldn't naturally think of angels as beautiful beings. Even the devil has good looks.

No, perhaps he has specially good looks?

This particular angel, meanwhile, was flushed red with anger.

Her short one piece outfit, which normally hid her face completely, had its hood piece pulled back to expose her face to the room. Her long. midnight-black hair fell behind her all the way to her calves.

Her short white dress exposed her legs (which was to say, over half her total height) from the beginning of her thighs to the tip of her toes, with naught but a few large, thin, elegant golden rings hanging from her right ankle.

"Well, who else could it be? I didn't do it! ~sol"

Her antagonist was a perfectly tanned golden beauty with a dynamite body, large dove wings and flaming red hair. Her voice every word was a melody, her every phrase, a song.

Her hair was 'normal' in every aspect but one. It hung down from two long ponytails at the top of her head, like rivers of perfectly feminine examples for what hair should be like. Soft, glossy, light and sweetly scented. So far it could be said that it was wonderful but still 'normal' hair.

However, it was the color of a raging fire. Shedding light like a bright pyre, it looked as if someone had used a filler tool to replace whatever color her hair was meant to be with 'raging fire'.

It was the effect of a cash shop's cosmetic item that was quite popular with the owners of high-end machines because it would lag most other users, giving them an edge.

'Unfair? If you don't like it, lower your graphics to minimum and stop your whining!'

This was the mentality of a shameless powergamer. She wasn't breaking any rules, but she knew how to stretch and bend them 'till they screamed!

Covered in nothing but jewelry from head to toes, she looked so dazzlingly elegant and sensual that even a dead dog would stand up to watch in awe.

The way her jewelry replaced her clothes, she looked like the exotic princess on the cover illustration for an Arabian Nights-meets-Conan-meets-Warlord Of Mars novel.

If you wanted to be pedantically accurate about it, her jewelry was actually hyper-customized high-tier items of clothing, each of which had their fabric cropped, shrunk, modified or deleted down to the very limits of what the PG-13 universe of Yggdrasil would allow.

This did not subtract one iota from their potency, of course. After all, it was all nothing but cosmetic changes.

"Please stop, you don't think any of us would really do such a thing, right?"

The last of the trio was clearly the mirror image of the first of them, except that she was wearing a long sleeved, full body white dress that covered her from tip to toe without exposing a inch of skin, while still showing off her figure thanks to the way it hugged her curves.

If you looked at both twins, however, it was clear that this was the most exuberant one, somehow. By about 3 extra inches on both top and bottom, and 1 less inch in the middle.

Of course, pointing this out to her sister would get you killed. So don't.

The only concession she gave to anything like exposure was the deep cut on her dress' back, and it was obvious that her large wings made it absolutely necessary.

Just a few minutes ago, all three of them had been holding hands in the middle of a most quiet atmosphere within the guild's throne room. After all, what else was the end of the world, if not the most solemn of occasions?

~O~

23:59:58

23:59:59

24:00:00

24:00:01

24:00:02

Doctor's_Orders opened her eyes. Her real name was Mako Tsun, a 27 years old Industrial Arts teacher. Her character was an angel cleric superbly specced in healing. She was considered one of the top 3 healers in the server, to the point that she was often the first person a raid leader would try to invite, and she had her character inspected more than once by Yggdrassil staff for suspicion of macro-abusing.

She was still in the throne room, with her sister holding her right hand, and their best friend holding her left.

Their hands were warm.

After a few moments of mild confusion, full fledged terror and -complete- confusion followed.

The NPCs fled the room and closed the doors behind them as Ren and Lyann argued about whatever it was that had just happened.

Eventually of course, they managed to calm down.

"So... any useful ideas?"

Celi_Malefactor was Ren Tsun, currently the angel in the coquettish short dress. She was talking while looking at her feet. Despite being on her bare feet and able to feel the cold of the marble floor, she was not the least bit uncomfortable.

Apparently, her angelic body had as much sensitivity as her human one, but was as enduring and resistant as it was in Yggdrassil.

"I tried contacting the GM, but there was no answer."

Mako said so while pressing the tip of her right index finger against her lower lip.

Ren observed that Mako's wings seemed to twitch nervously, and wondered if her own would give up her mood in a similar manner.

"If this is as real as it feels, I don't think there's a GM to answer. ~fa"

Lyann was feeling Ren's left wing with a hand, then tried to pluck a feather from it, unsuccessfully. Her Yggdrassil character was named Golden_Ballade, and she was a bard, for lack of a better term, turning music into power to help her friends or smite her foes.

"Hey!"

Ren winced and twisted away slightly.

"Games don't hurt. ~fa"

The redhead commented with a smirk

"Right. You could still have tried to pluck one of your own feathers, though."

They stared at each other for a moment, then Mako pulled out a staff from her inventory, and held it with both hands.

"Inventory is working."

Tthe exuberant black-haired angel commented.

"How did you do that...?"

Ren found that she could simply slip her hand into one of her pockets to access her inventory, but other than that, it felt surprisingly natural.

"In that case... ~la"

The redheaded angel tried to use her bard skills, and sure enough, a melodious note came forth, then everyone glowed golden for a moment with a 'buff on' notification.

Again, they looked at each other.

~O~

The meeting room for Sancta Sanctorum was modeled as an ancient senate, shaped like a half-moon with rising platforms surrounding a speaker's podium. At its peak, the guild had well over 170 members. Therefore, the round table room given to every guild as default became impractical, and had to be changed into a form which would allow for everyone to seat in at the same time, as well as able to see whoever was speaking as more than a dot in the distance.

Of course, right now it was nothing but a needlessly large, overwhelmingly lonely room.

Ren had the servants remove the speaker's podium, and replaced it with a long dining table on top of the center stage. It was still too big for the three players, but with the additions of the generals Li, Subutai and Burlaug, it felt like a rather comfy family table.

Of course, the generals were somewhat confused and couldn't relax in the presence of their creators.

The head of the table was currently empty, and sitting on the right side of the table, starting from closest to the head seat to furthest down:

Celi_Malefactor, Golden_Ballade and Doctor's_Orders

On the left side of the table, again starting from closest to the head seat, were the three NPC generals who oversaw the functioning of the city and citadel:

Subutai, Li and Burlaug.

Subutai is slightly under 6' tall, with a eagle's head covered by white feathers. Even though his lore, as given to him by Golden_Ballade, described him as an incredibly creative and intelligent general, unstoppable on the attack and capable of handling forces hundreds of miles apart with perfect efficiency, the truth was that Sancta Sanctorum had never actually gone to war before, and thus he remained largely untested in battle, using his intellect to help run the city and citadel, instead.

Li is a 8' tall leonal guardinal, a gold and white warrior with a lion's head, who had defended Tengoku Junzi every time it had come under attack. As such, he was very experienced on defensive warfare, and was deeply concerned with the state of the city and its defenses.

As if to prove that there is an exception to every rule, Burlaug was a burly but intellectual dwarf. Small round glasses sat at the tip of his nose. His hair and braid are clean and carefully braided. He dressed in fine clothes, and was the NPC largely responsible for the continued well being and happiness of the inhabitants and visitors to the Free City of Tengoku Junzi.

"Please don't be so nervous."

Celi_Malefactor spoke gently to the NPCs, who now sat restlessly before their creators like children that had been caught being naughty. Her wings fluttered only once, then readjusted behind her back, showing that she, too, was a little nervous.

"A-as the Exalted One commands!"

Subutai shouted and immediately stiffened even further.

"That is... please listen for now."

Doctor's_Orders said in as soothing a tone as she could manage.

"Yes!"

"Of course!"

"Please, go ahead."

Burlaug seemed to be the calmer one, but in truth, his heels were quickly tapping on the floor.

"As you know, we are facing a strange situation. We are not blaming you, we simply do not know, and that is why we wanted to ask if you knew anything about it. ~fa"

Golden_Ballade spoke while trying to sound as calm as possible. She reached across the table, and gently supported her hands on top of Li's.

"No, until Kubera's report, I had no idea."

Li answered calmly. It was part of his nature to be as calm and regal as possible outside of battle. To need comfort by one of his creators called forth on his sense of duty.

"Alright, then. Subutai, Burlaug, have you noticed our current situation yet? Tengoku Junxi is no longer sitting in the Golden Plains. We have been moved into the mountains, instantly and without a single one of us noticing so. Do you know anything about it? ~la"

The hawk and the dwarf both shook their heads as they denied to have any knowledge of these events.

"Alright, please, give us a moment. I suposse we should go ahead, then? ~la"

Golden_Ballade first spoke to the NPCs, then addressed her friends.. They nodded, and Celi_Malefactor replaced her as the speaker.

"What do you think of us?"

"You are our creators, the Flawless, Exalted Ones."

"Full of grace and beauty. No, you are the very definition of Grace and Beauty."

"Your intellect and wisdom are only surpassed by your mercy. You are the ideal rulers."

The NPCs seemed to be in agreement about their creators. They all seemed to state their opinions as a matter of fact.

The three players looked at each other. Doctor's_Orders was blushing from head to toe, while Golden_Ballad and Celi_Malefactor were either looking at the NPCs or staring at the roof, hoping that a perfect answer would just materialize there if she just wished for it harder.

Then, Golden_Ballade spoke to them.

"Once upon a time, a man proposed a particular vision of the world. He said that all living beings are prisoners in a cave, staring at its wall, unable to turn their heads or do anything else. Truth was right behind them, always shining unto them, but people can only see their shadows on the cavern wall, and for them that is reality, that is everything there is. ~fa"

Golden_Ballade took a pause, drank a little bit of water, and continued. It bothered her a little that she couldn't help but sing at such a serious time, but her character was a songstress, and by default, her voice came out as a melody whenever she spoke.

"The truth is, Doctor's_Orders, Celi_Malefactor and myself, are very much akin to the truth behind the people's heads. ~la"

"Of course."

"Obviously, the Exalted Ones are the highest existence!"

Burlaug simple nodded at his friends words. It was obvious to all of them, after all.

"I wonder if you are understanding things as we hoped you would..."

Celi_Malefactor had her doubts, but Golden_Ballade kept talking.

"Before, we were truth, but now we too have become prisoners in the cave. We used to live in a higher world, from where we created and affected yours. We wore the bodies you see before you so we could interact with you, our beloved children. However, since the moment Tengoku Junzi was moved, we became unable to go back to our original world. We are now as you are and we do not know why. ~ "

"The Exalted Ones, prisoners? Inconceivable!"

Subutai stood up, enraged without knowing with whom or what. When he saw his creators recoil back from him, he immediately sat down again.

"As you've guessed, we are no longer immortal. This... to be honest, we are quite unused to this state. Afraid, even."

Celi_Malefactor spoke softly, her arms crossed on the table.

"Impossible! No harm will fall on the Exalted Ones while I am here!"

General Li roared loudly. The player girls stiffened for a moment, but then they smiled, visibly relieved.

"Can... can I ask something?"

Burlaug held his belt buckle with both hands as he looked at the table.

"Of course. ~la"

"Why did you create us?"

"Are you asking about the world, or about your place on it? Do you want to know about your name?"

Doctor's_Order looked at Burlaug with a smile.

"I... I would like to know about myself. If it would not be too daring a question."

"I as well."

"As would I."

Burlaug spoke first, but then Li and Subutai quickly followed.

"I understand that this is a very important topic for you, and indeed I promise we will go over it at a later time, but I fear that we have other, more important topics to go over right now. ~fa"

Golden_Ballade cleared her throat, and waited for the NPCs to object or say anything else. After a few moments, she continued.

"To begin with, on suggestion from Doctor's_Order, we wish for you to use our real names. The names that we used when we were still 'truth'. Is that alright with you? ~la"

"It would be an honor!"

"Indeed, the Exalted Ones are the very example of generosity."

"Is this really alright? To be allowed to hear our gods true names is already such an honor, but to use them... I think it would not be strange to die of joy."

Li, Subutai and Burlaug made their opinions clear. In fact, it was easy to see how excited they were about the current course of events.

"Then, let us go from left to right. I am named Ren, family name is Tsun. I am... I was a math teacher. Incidentally. It is nice to finally, truly meet you. Please refer to me as Ren from this day onwards."

Celi_Malefactor stood up, and bowed deeply. Her wings stretched behind her for a moment as she did so, then folded back down as she stood up.

As she straightened up, she realized all three NPCs were also bowing while standing.

"It is a immense honor!"

"So Celi_Malefactor sama had such a beautiful name! Tsun-sama! No, O-Ren-sama!"

Li roared his greeting.

"This insignificant servant feels both overwhelmed and grateful."

"I- I appreciate your feelings, but to hear you call me like that is a little... at least drop the 'O' before my name! And use my name, not my surname."

"Yes, Ren sama!"

"Thank you."

Ren smiled, relieved. Then it was Golden_Ballade's turn to introduce herself.

"My turn now, then. My true name is Lyann Du Lumiere. Lyann means 'singable', and Du Lumiere means 'of the light'. Together it would mean 'Song of Light'. Please call me Lyann, or Lumiere, and don't add any sama to it, alright? ~la"

"As expected from a Exalted One! Such a meaningful name! But to refer to you without proper honorifics is a little..."

Subutai looked to his 'siblings', and they nodded their agreement.

"We hope Lumiere sama will forgive us, but that is impossible."

They all agreed on this.

"Then, at least call me by my name? You are like my children, so you using my family name to talk to me feels a little cold, you know? ~fa"

"Lyann sama!"

"Lyann sama!"

"Lyann sama!"

"I guess that'll do. By the way, I was a history teacher. ~la"

It was finally the turn of Doctor's_Orders. The last angel at the table bowed gently but deeply, and spoke without rising her head.

"Mako Tsun. Please call me Mako. I hope you will take care of me from now on. In our original world, I was an Industrial Arts teacher."

"Of course, Mako sama!"

"It goes without saying, our duty is to protect the Exalted Ones."

"To be able to use your holy names. Truly the paragons of kindness."

Mako finally straightened up, and gestured for the NPCs to sit down, then did so herself.

At this point, Lyann started talking again.

"Alright, this meeting had several objectives. We were unable to learn why we are here, and unable to leave, but we already introduced ourselves. Which leaves two more topics to talk about. Firstly. Do your loyalties lie with us? ~ "

"Of course, Lyann sama!"

"There is no need to ask."

"Even in a diminished state, you are still our creators. Perfect beings who embody all grace, wisdom and compassion. Anything but absolute loyalty is heresy."

Mako blushes brightly, and her wings almost closed around her to hide her, while Ren looked away in embarrassment. Lyann was speechless.

After a few moments, Ren began to speak.

"That is one of the important points of this meeting. We understand now that you think of us as perfect beings, but we are now no different from yourselves. You can blame our new 'diminished states' if you want, but we are not infallible, nor are we unbeatable. That is why..."

All three angels stood up, and stretched a hand towards their creations. They had clearly agreed to do so beforehand.

"""Please rule Tengoku Junzi with us, as our equals. Let us begin our new lives in truth and friendship! Burlaug-sama, Li-sama, and Subutai-sama!"la""

In the end, the NPCs agreed to assist in the government of Tengoku Junzi. It had always been their task, and they could see no greater honor than to continue doing so with their beloved creators by their side. They begged in tears for their creators to talk to them without any honorifics, though.

~O~

In the Golden Citadel, there were almost 100 luxurious suites dedicated as the guild members personal rooms.

Lyann, Mako and Ren had a few of them re purposed as offices. The NPCs had their own rooms and quarters, so other than that there was no great changes. The rooms designated as the personal offices of the Exalted Ones were right next to each other in the center of the citadel, so they could easily visit and consult with each other whenever they felt like it.

Also, it seemed important to keep their sleeping quarters and their work places apart.

Burlaug knocked at the door of his creator's office, Doctor's_Orders. No, he had to correct himself. Mako sama's office.

He also added a 'kami' in between her name and title, but he knew his kind and caring creator would not be happy if he ever said it out loud.

"Come in, please."

"Excuse me, Mako sama. These are the reports from the scouts that just came in."

Burlaug entered the room, and respectfully bowed before her desk.

"Please leave give them to me. Burlaug?"

"Yes, Mako sama?"

"Your job is a very important one. There was no need to come here just to deliver the scouts report. Is there anything else you need?"

"No, Mako sama. Thank you for receiving me."

Mako shook her head softly, and thanked him again with a smile.

Truthfully, there was another reason.

Burlaug simply enjoyed to be able to look at his creator. Mako was all things beautiful before his eyes, and while he was incredibly grateful for whatever it was that 'trapped' her and the other Exalted Ones together with him and the other NPCs in this now blessed world, he was unwilling to give up this secret ultimate joy to anyone else.

Besides, the Exalted Ones used the term 'vulnerable' to refer to their current situation.

They had been perfect beings, forced to descend from the perfect 'world of truth' unto this much lowlier world. They could be harmed, and even killed now.

This thought terrorized him. It plagued his every waking moment, and kept him awake at night.

To allow anyone else into the presence of his beloved creator was a trying experience for Burlaug. To actually send someone else, someone not him, to her presence... to her vulnerable presence... he hated that thought.

He closed the door and stood outside of Mako's office for a moment. He glared at the guards. They were the highest tier celestial there was. Every swing of their swords would end with a head rolling on the floor, every arrow shot would lodge itself inside a heart.

Paragon of good and duty, completely incorruptible exemplars of good.

"Completely inadequate. Insufficient."

If possible, he would want to stand there himself, but Mako kami sama had personally assigned him to his tasks.

Even while agreeing to work 'with them', neither him nor his colleagues considered themselves as anything but sacrificial pawns for the Exalted One's sake.

He directed another look at the solars outside his deity's office.

"Completely insufficient."

He grumbled lowly, and left, from time to time turning around to gaze towards his god's office door.

~O~

Coming up... To Rule One's Own. We'll take a look at Ainz & company as they begin their rule on E Rantel.

Author Notes:

I'm not a native english speaker and happen to have terminal, chronic glaucome, which left me 99.95% blind, plus other such actually good excuses, but if you find any errors, do tear me up a new one. I'll look at any criticism with grateful 99.95% blind eyes and nod. Seriously, do let me know of any hard mistakes, thank you.

I thought long and hard about a intro for this first chapter. I had nearly 2 pages worth of it when I last checked, before deleting it all and writing this instead. I will however say that I struggled long and hard about the way this fanfic would go. To give you examples of what once was, these are some of the paths I wrote and deleted before picking this path in the end:

1- Ainz tries using [Message] when he goes outside. In the LN and the WN, nothing happens, but this time, it does. Someone answers him, so their stories start together. A friend told me "Ainz is already OP, I don't wanna see the story of OP being UBER OP". So it was scratched.

2- The new arrivals pop up in the Great Forest of Tob a few days after Nazarick pops up north of Carne Village. Things would play out much the same until we got to the 4th volume of the LN, where Ainz would find out the lizardmen had their own protectors. Because conflict. But I decided to scrap it as well since I hate when OCs fight it out with the cannon characters without getting to know them first.

3- The OCs arrive, but not Ainz. But honestly I said to a fanfic writer "dude, the whole reason I am reading fanfics is to read more about Ainz & co. I don't give a fuck about your original characters". So it would make me a cynic to go down that path.

In the end, I decided to write events like this: A theoretical volume 10, where yes, my OCs have their own adventures, while Ainz does his own thing, and they will meet much later. So it has both original characters and Nazarick. Oh, know that I'm going with the nicer Ainz from the webnovel rather than the way he's in the light novel. I always felt that the author turned up the grimdarkness to Warhammer 40k levels in revenge for the LN editor making him take out the sex jokes.

For example, in the web novel, Arche, the wizard girl from Vol 7 is made into Shalltear's sex toy for a while before working for Ainz and earning the right to live in the 6th floor together with her sisters. This is different from the Light novel, the manga or the anime, so if you are gonna get offended about spoilers, just don't.

I present to you, Yet another overlord fanfic, I decided to keep the japanese honorifics because it felt weird to read a Overlord story without them. I hope you enjoy it.