Disclaimer: Chapter rewritten and I still don't own Overlord

Title: Heaven or Hell

Chapter 1 - The New World

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Ainz Ooal Gown, formerly known as Momonga, Guildmaster and Overlord of Death stood on the viewing deck of their flying battle barge, the 'Stellarum Nex'. His current situation seemed unreal to him for it seemed like yesterday that he was still known as the human Satoru Suzuki, yet now he stood on the precipice of the observation deck of their massive warship. It was an impressive sight indeed to be high up into the clouds looking down on these mortals. Ready to pass judgement and dispense true justice to the masses. He felt a feeling he had not had when he was still a human, this overwhelming power, to feel that you hold the fate of a million souls in your hand. To be omnipotent in their eyes.

Like a God.

Such temptations would have swayed lesser men, and indeed if he was still a human then he could have gone insane or power hungry with the might he currently possessed. But being undead does have its uses, he could not have gone bored with anything for there is always something to pursue. He does not feel the trappings of power anymore than he needs to and hard lessons that he learned in their time in the New World tempered his mind further beyond what he was capable before. Perhaps it is the lingering melancholy of his former humanity that speaks from his subconscious, perhaps it is this lingering humanity that have endeared him to these mortals, to these humans, creatures and entities he do not feel to have oppressed yet they look up to him, to lead them like a higher power.

To be their God.

He took note that the sun was particularly bright today, perhaps it was because of their height, or since they were beyond the cloud cover, but for whatever reasons, the time for contemplation is over. With an uncharacteristic sigh he turned to his right and laid his eyes on a being that also defied all logic. An angel with large inverted wings stood beside him also surveying the ground below them. Like him, he also felt melancholic for what they must do. Like him he feels that the pedestal they were elevated into seemed a trapping for power and it felt wrong in every sense. But who was he to judge? Who were they to judge? Humanity has always looked to the stars for guidance and in their eternal need for something greater looked up to the Supreme Beings as deities, powerful figures to rally themselves into, to build their civilizations into, to bind themselves to.

The two Supreme Beings eyes met and words passed between them without needing to speak it out loud.

'Shall I begin now?'

'Yes my friend.'

'Try not to destroy this world.'

'Pssh. Trust me.'

'Only as far as I can throw you.'

'Are you sassing me Ainz-kun?'

'Heh.'

They stood on the precipice together, equal both in power and authority. Their allied Kingdoms and their representatives gathered behind them flanked only by the Guardians of Nazarick and their retainers. Their human allies need not to fear the Supreme Beings, they have sworn fealty and faithfulness, all present bent their knee to the higher powers in front of them and they now bask in the shadows of the Supreme Beings.

Emperor Jircniv Rune Farlord El Nix of the Baharuth Empire sat comfortably in a grand golden throne with cushions as he gazed in wonder at the beauty of the clouds. Never before had he set foot on this realm of the Gods and he felt honored and privileged to have been granted this boon. His Empire has prospered beyond reckon as the powers that drove progress for the territories and protectorates of the Supreme Beings was simply staggering. He did not think that the Empire could be so powerful as this, indeed when he first swore vassalage it was with great regret and sorrow, but now after witnessing their power and might he could not have been happier to do so again.

Right beside him sat, on a throne of white ivory with cushions to make her more comfortable, Crown Princess Renner Vaiself of the Re-Estize Kingdom smiled with a tranquil face. Her calculations were impeccable and with her secret alliance with Ainz Ooal Gown she had secured her seat as the Queen of all of the Re-Estize Kingdom. To top it off, her people loved her all the more for it and her wish to have her 'pet' by her side has been completed. Truly, the power of the Supreme Beings is like a tree, it simply nurtures those small kingdoms that is below it. When their domain struggled with inner strife, it is their machinations which steered them to true progress and stability and for that the citizens were truly grateful. She can only keep her face smiling sweetly for this alliance has allowed her to be granted a fulfillment of all her plans.

On her side near one of the Guardians of Nazarick sat Queen Draudillon Oriculus of the Dragon Kingdom. Her kingdom was besieged by the Beastmen Kingdom and for years her kingdom slowly crumbled to oblivion as their enemy waged a complete war of attrition against them. With beastmen besieging their cities one at a time and ravaging its outlying villages, the beastmen drove them to famine and discord. This results in a weaker military and with a weaker military means lesser security for its citizen promoting banditry and fiends to nip at the ends of their crumbling civilization. However, by some fate of the Gods, the untimely intervention by the Sorcerer Kingdom halted the progress of the enemy and saved the fortress city that was protecting her seat of power. With steady progress the undead army marched forward without rest or pause, only stopping to receive additional orders and pick up the dead of the battle. Every enemy they fell was turned into a slave, every soldier that died is an instant convert to the Black Legion of Ainz Ooal Gown. Finally, the Beastmen were pushed back towards their final bastion, yet they do not surrender, they still defy the powers that have brought their mighty race down. Now they are gathered here on this mighty battle barge of their ally and she knew victory is upon them. Her eyes was upon the master of this ship, a powerful Angel for it was all they could see of his visage. His gleaming golden armor was etched with numerous runes and carved with imagery of religious fervor and supplication. Gauntlets that were etched with names and spells of warding, its clawed hand looked brutal and powerful and seemed to emit a faint glow of magic.

As if in silent conversation, the Angel nods his head and walked towards a raised dais as he concentrated his power to cast a 10th tier spell.

From behind them red-robed Magis stepped forward, they all clutch a crystal that is shaped like a scroll. It is rectangular in shape and roughly the size of a medium-sized scroll. It glowed with yellow energy and numerous digits and letters appeared on its surface. They flanked the Angel from behind and the Undead King stepped back and sat on his golden throne atop a raised dais, higher of course than their thrones where they all sat and gave way for the Techpriest to assist the Fallen Angel.

"Half-power to engines."

A Magi, a senior fabricator by his rank tapped a few blinking lights, "Transferring half-power to engines Lord Sammael."

The battle barge noticeably lurched forward as the gathered allies and protectorates watched in anticipation of the impending destruction. They knew the barge was moving forward, but the immense size of the ship seemed to nullify the perception of such, yet the thought of something as big as this moving in the sky was simply mind-boggling. The Angel turned to the left and scanned the horizon, gathering power in his gauntlets, magic circles began manifesting around him as the Magis dutifully waited for their Lord's order.

"Activate tactical cogitators."

"Activating tactical cogitators," the same Magi replied and dialed a few lights on his tablet.

"Execute circumferential orbit, begin to turn at starboard."

"Executing my Lord, circumferential orbit stable, inertia dampeners active. Executing turn to starboard now."

The sounds of large gears turning reached their ears as the view from the battle barge slightly turned to the right, but what they were all seeing shifted to the left giving them a constant view of the bastion from afar. More and more magic circles appeared around him, even the Dragon Queen cannot comprehend the numerous magic circles nor could she read it. It was baffling and it screamed destruction through all her senses. Whatever they or himself is releasing, she could not deny the power coursing through all of them. It was powerful that her senses tingled, such power so palpable to your senses its numbing to imagine.

A deep baritone voice cuts through their anticipation as they all turned to the Undead King.

"Sammael," the Angel turned to the Overlord and nods his head, "I trust we won't be here all day?"

"Of course, I have finished casting the spell, my Angels are coming," he turned back to the front, but decided to look back to Ainz and said, "Am I right to assume that we have taken all manner of these Beastmen so as not to eradicate their species?"

"Indeed, you may proceed my friend."

As Sammael casts his spell, numerous magic circles expanded from his original one and began to pour out his magical energy. From behind them all an excited voice cried out as a deranged old man pushed himself to the front, his cries was simply embarrassing, but he seemed unconcerned of what the others think. Simply forgetting his station, Fluder Paradyne, the Archmage of the Baharuth Empire shouted in elation.

"This- this is 10th-tier- no- no, possibly beyond! Impossible!" the old man's eyes danced with insanity, "How? How can this be? This is astounding! An enormous well of MAGIC BEFORE MY EYES! NAHAHAHA!"

All around none paid attention to the ravings of the old man, for what is in front is simply too mind-blowing to dismiss. His voice warped by his power and his image distorted by the outpouring of mana. Sammael spoke with words of power that seemed to etch on their minds and suffuse them with an imaginable feeling of dread and helplessness.

"In nomine Nazarick, et Ainz Ooal Gown, et Deux Mortem." , 'In the name of Nazarick, of Ainz Ooal Gown, the God of Death.'

"Perpetuis bellis, iram et furorem meum super omnem terram." , 'By eternal war, I unleash my wrath upon this land.'

"Et flammeum gladium mundans" , 'And thus cleanse it with sword and flame.'

"Cast Super-Tier Magic [EXTERMINATUS!]"

From their vantage point they could see 8 points of power forming and writhing with malevolence, like a rift that seemed to rend reality open from the Immaterium. The disturbance made by the rifts engulfed both the bastion of the Beastmen and its surrounding area. Like a deep well where no light had come to pass, the rifts opened to a gaping maw as shadows can be seen dancing within. Finally, a prow of a ship similar to the battle barge 'Stellarum Nex' pierced the gloom. 8 ships of lesser size and stature seemed to float out of the abyss, like swords that came out of the darkness as they heed the call of their masters. 8 ships to equal 8 angel masters who now stood on the top of their ship's prow gathering power within them. Even smaller ships circled around them, like escorts they buzzed around the titanic cruisers manned by legions upon legions of servitors and magis. A menagerie of ships innumerable in size and stature that no human could simply match its might and power.

The Golden Armada has assembled.

Sammael nodded in satisfaction, his battle fleet were now gathered and they would begin the next phase of the attack. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that this attack would have such a flashy beginning. Back in Yggdrasil, this was a simple AOE spell back in the old game and did not even warrant such good animation. To think that in this New World, ships would actually come out and be the source of the energy beams he used to destroy guild bases on his own. Yggdrasil was broken that way, with the waning popularity and its investors cashing in and jumping ship back then, a special niche of hackers and modders were able to alter the physics of the game. Combined with the shitty developers and their ilk, none even managed to oversee the destruction he had caused in the game world. Any curious inquiry though regarding him was silenced by a mixture of guile, bribery and of course, 'aggressive negotiations'.

Dismissing that seemingly alien thought, the Fallen Angel looked on as one by one, a beam of light gathered around him and it showed the magical representation of his 8 Generals. They projected their image towards him to act as a conduit as he poured his immense power towards them and complete the mechanics of the spell he had modded before for Yggdrasil. As Sammael channeled his power through his Angel Generals a deep voice was projected by all of them as magic began to gather on their bodies and they can see as it glowed from their viewpoint.

"WE have arrived and it is now that we perform our charge."

The energy they were gathering was visible now as the prow of their ships glowed with intensity that even in the crisp morning sun it put out the same light as it is. Like miniature suns that numbered up to 8, the ships also began to glow as the excess energy washed over the deck and into its sides highlighting the minute details of each and every ship of the line.

"In fealty to Lord Ainz our Undying Master and by the grace of Warmaster Sammael and his Crimson Skull Throne."

The formation of the gathered ships now formed a distinct figure for all eyes to see, an 8-pointed star floated above the bastion of the Beastmen as the savages finally noticed their impending doom.

"We declare Exterminatus on the Kingdom of Beastmen."

Frantic movements can be seen below as the savagery of the beastmen was now lost, replaced by a feral response when confronted by an unstoppable death. From great tents and bastions, the remaining clan leaders and lords stepped out and stared wide-eyed at their destruction glaring at them from the sky.

"We hereby sign the death warrant of an entire race and consign thousands of souls to oblivion."

Cowards and deserters began to ran out of the citadel as one by one they abandon all hope, one by one the beastmen fought their carnal responses. Fight or flight, the answer was all too easy for some, but it was all for naught. Innocenct and guilty, honorable and treasonous, all choices inconsequential against such annihilation.

"May the power of the Supreme Beings account in all balance."

There was a crack of thunder and a lance of pure light fired off from one of the bows of the floating cruisers, it cut through the sky unimpeded and burned all within its wake. Its energy crackled and electrified everything in its passing as it made a bee-line towards the main gate of the Beastmen's Bastion. From the battlements, beastmen pointed at the curiosity as they all saw a spear of light heading for them. With a blink of an eye it was upon them and suddenly emptiness. As the gate was struck a loud whip crack was heard as the super heated oxygen by the spell passing through the air ignited those left in its wake. The explosion shattered the gate and obliterated the wooden door, it penetrated through the bridge it guarded and finally struck the middle of the courtyard. The sound was an ear-splitting roar and the firestorm consumed both flesh and stone alike. Those unfortunate that was spared by the numbing flame lance was thrown away by the concussive blast wave shattering bone and jarring brain matter. For what its worth, those that survive the first blast merely delayed the end.

"Glory to Ainz Ooal Gown."

Seven lances of energy shot out from the 7 remaining directions as the flying cruisers fired salvo after salvo of 10th-Tier spell on their enemy. Memories of a distance past seemed to surface on the 8 Angels as their master finally used them for what they were created for, to destroy and annihilate their enemies. Every lance of power they shot out carved the landscape into cinders, every passing burned soil and vegetation, every explosion shattered rocks and stone, every shot melted and obliterated flesh and bone. As the bastion crumbled to the ground and the screams and voices of the dying beastmen was silenced. Every ally of the Sorcerer Kingdom that was gathered watched in horror, that even though the Beastmen's Bastion is now destroyed, the ships continued to pound the ground with their potent spells. A crescendo of explosions and whip cracks from flying lances of light cuts through the air as the Exterminatus proceeded unabated by no one.

The Dragon Queen looked terrified at the power they just witnessed, the power to change the world, to burn it and lay waste to anything that got in their way. It awed her to no end as holy fire rained down on their hated enemy and signaled the end of their civilization as a whole. She observed as Sammael retreated down from the raised dais and approached the Overlord of Death, as he walked the red-robed magis dispersed and gave him a wide berth, mindful of their respective distance to their lord. They seemed to be speaking wordlessly again, like 2 Gods in mute conversation, as it is fitting in her own mind. These two who was the pinnacle of their race should have bled each other and killed one another, yet both look each other like they were- like family. How can this be? She could not fathom an impossibility as this, but regardless of the reason, with their combined military might and sheer power, they could have anything they desire in this world. She sighed in defeat, how can she defend her people against such entities? How can she deny their annexation of their Kingdom? Would she be granted the same status as the Re-Estize and the Baharuth?

Can she even fight them? No, of course not. To even think so would be extremely folly and a wasteful of time.

She doesn't even know if she would win against one of their servants, let alone the Golden Armada itself?

Emperor Jircniv eyes were as large as dinner plates, he was silent yet the gears of machination worked in his mind. With the Sorcerer Kingdom behind him and as a protectorate, he knew that he was set for life so long as he would not anger these monsters. To do so would be utterly foolish and would only spell their death, delayed or otherwise. Looking back, it was unthinkable that such a weapon can be conceived and he thought himself foolish to attempt in matching the Undead King in wits and grandeur. But he knew defeat when it was in front of him as it steadily gnawed at his heels, there was nothing to be done anymore than just accept this monstrous being.

Princess Renner on the other hand kept her silence, even before they showed their true self she could feel their power was beyond what they showed. Their intellect was simply beyond her and their influence and charisma she could never easily beat. Her serene smile showed as she was truly content, right underneath the shadow of this big comfortable 'tree' she has found herself into.

The whip crack of the spells sailing through the air reached their ears as the veritable firestorm continued. The spell had not abated at all and was now beginning to fan out in all directions as the former location of the main bastion now resembled a crater with the blood of the earth seeping through the cracks. The once powerful river that overflowed in the rainy months is now gone and had evaporated into cooling mist. The lush trees that littered the surrounding area were burned to ashes and turned to cinder, their foliage dying at the first salvo of the Exterminatus. Even the masonry surrounding the bastion was destroyed, not even the foundation stones were spared as the spell cracked the crust open and lava forced its way out. Every stone touched by metal tools or any semblance that a mighty civilization of the Beastmen once stood here was erased from existence, the spell erased every trace of their passing. No history was preserved, no records were kept except those under the vault of the Tomb of Nazarick. The former bastion of the Beastmen now resembled a death world, a place where lava gushes forth and flows like a torrential river through a landscape of equal devastation. With the spell continuing to destroy ceaselessly, the flying battle barge turned towards the Draconic Kingdom away from the Exterminatus.

As they flew away, everyone watching seemed to relax as the sound of explosions and gun batteries were finally dampened by their distance from the event. Sammael was still conversing with Momonga as the gathered head of states were offered drinks and snacks by brown-robed servitors.

'Are you all right my friend?'

Ainz turned towards Sammael and nods imperceptibly, 'I suppose I should feel remorseful by what happened and the slaughter that we have visited them, but I feel nothing my friend.'

'To think about such things after doing it does not mean you are bad in a way, on the contrary, it only justifies you being different in your outlook of life in general.'

'I suppose, but annihilating a race seemed oddly similar to a certain event before.'

Sammael looked scandalized, 'You can't possibly be thinking of the events of 1941 to 1945? That was a long time ago my friend, we are all beyond that.'

'True, but that man was convinced that utter extermination of a race will ensure the endurance of their race as a whole and the sole source of its troubles,' Ainz rubs a bony hand on his chin, 'This feels truly the same. I am mindful on what will reflect upon our image? How I wonder at their view of us.'

'Fear not Ainz-kun we are not as foolish as that 'bohemian corporal' that ruled the Third Reich,' Sammael turned to their allies and opened his arms, "Queen Draudillon of the Draconic Kingdom, as per your request for our intervention to the war with the Beastmen and in maintaining the stability of your realm. Do we have your word that our part of the agreement has been completed? Our oath to brought the Beastmen to heel have been done? To save your Kingdom and preserve the line of your ancestors before you fulfilled?"

Without hesitation the Queen nods her head, "Indeed, your country has kept its part of the bargain and within the words you have given us and laid before us witnessed both by my advisers and their peers."

"Then may we present now our request to you and your country Queen Draudillon?"

"Yes, you may."

Sammael bowed respectfully, "Thank you for your graciousness your Majesty, the Sorcerer King, Ainz Ooal Gown shall present to you the terms of our accord. Please follow us to the next room-"

The heads of state that were present stood up one by one from their chairs, following the servitors who have guided them along the way Ainz and Sammael brought up the rear as their conversation reached its end.

"I suppose you are right Sammael-kun."

"Indeed, I am," a ghost of a smile appeared on the Fallen Angel's lips, "Do you mind entertaining our guest? I have yet to prepare our forces for the country I recently found."

"Hoh? And where is this country you spoke of? Beyond the Holy Kingdom I think?"

The Fallen gave a small laugh, "It is on the other side, I have reached the coastline of this continent and have beheld an endless expanse of sea. The country that lines its borders with the sea is a mixture of demi-humans and humans, completely unalike these bigoted idiots from the Empire and the Kingdom."

"Then I shall look forward to your presentation later," Ainz gestured with a wave of his hand, "I shall see you later my friend."

"As you wish Overlord."

The doors to the conference room closed as Ainz stepped over the threshold and addressed the royalty and the people within. He will need to step into his role again as a magnanimous ruler and present the terms of the accord with the Draconic Kingdom. Sammael, the Fallen Angel, stopped just in front of the door as it sealed in front of him, he turned his back to the closed room and began walking towards the bridge of the battle barge. As soon as he walked away, 2 sentries stood in attention at the door, a guard to bar any who might disturb the proceedings inside, a symbolic rather than a practical gesture as the battle barge is already secured beyond all doubt and any manner of guarding seemed trivial at best. But it is expected of them so they give in to it, though it is only an approximation of security in their eyes.

Warmaster Sammael contemplated on his lone walk towards the bridge, the words of his friend wiggled its way into his mind and he could not under any circumstances forget about it. Have they truly fell to the sins of the past? The unmistakable poison of hubris? Were they abusing the power that was granted to them? The Massacre of the Katze Plains, the Sundering of the Theocracy, and now the Exterminatus of the Beastmen's Kingdom. Regrettably, many of the survivors shall fault their hand that they played in these events, but to further fear them is redundant. True, they are powerful beyond reckoning in the eyes of the citizens of the New World, but they are not infallible. Hell, some times he can't even choose what to eat in the morning or even brush his teeth. So why does it feel like he is not even human anymore? And the more that they commit such wide-spread destruction and death, the more he felt his humanity slipping away.

Maybe it is his nature as an Angel for he felt not a single speck of remorse, instead an overwhelming sense of justice gripped his being as the satisfaction of another thorn on their side being removed washed itself over him.

He finally reached the bridge and the heavy vaulted doors opened with the sound of large gears turning, as he stepped over the threshold numerous thralls, Magis and servitors stood up and bowed in respect. He made his way towards the center of the bridge where a curious looking throne waited for him. It was the Crimson Skull Throne, a throne made from the weapons and armor of those Guildmasters he had defeated. The physical representation of his enemies heads with their headgear were shown as a prize for the deeds he have achieved during the time in Yggdrasil. He sat down and the Magis and their servitors sat back down and hunched over their stations, ever ready to acquiesce to his demands.

Like a malevolent Lord he sat without a word, brooding in silence at the power that he held in his fingers.

"How did it come to this...?"

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Flashback - few years prior

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When Yggdrasil was launched it boasted one of the most pioneering technologies in the world. It was one of the games that boasted the DIVE system, the first one to truly integrate virtual reality and make customization as part of the game play. A DMMORPG that was truly a work of art, it allowed a player to upload a certain template and convert it to be usable in the game world. With such a technological marvel and novel ideas that impressed legions of nerds and geeks keen on customizing everything, the servers always brimmed with users. Their competition were usually hack and slash MMORPG that did not emphasized much on customization as a whole rather the graphics and as such, but Yggdrasil was different in that regard. It gave you what you want, how you want, it gave you a choice to be whatever you want to be. If you wish the complexities of humanity, then you can choose the standard template of humanity, this does not include the wide range of appearances that you can actually get for humans. From color of the skin, to the textured appearance, hairdo, eyes, accessories, even tattoos and markings.

Everything seemed permitted and allowed.

This made the name YGGDRASIL a global name, a freedom of choice not given to all existing games in their time. It was as if they thrusts you into a real magical world and you will live as it is in that world. A whole load of humanity to converge and play, as people from all walks of life were attracted to live out their fantasies even for a short period of time.

Unfortunately, the sheer number of players ensured that playing would be extremely vicious. The lesser dregs of human society always rears its head as the pinnacle of something good seemed to crest the proverbial hill.

Server maintenance was a really big issue.

It was widely known that a group of players actually rioted outside the headquarters of the developers when an extension of the server maintenance suddenly came upon them. Not like it was the developers fault, but bomb threats and rioting pushed the employees to the wall. Its number 1 factor of being the best game turned out to be its number 1 downfall. Due to the immense size of items or objects that need maintenance, the developers started making shortcuts in their work. Glitches and game imbalances appeared and this began the inevitable downward spiral of the game. Like with most conflagrations, the glitches were the embers that started the proverbial flame. Budget cuts due to dwindling users and players, mass hacking and character resets, and the seeming ineptness of the game master to actually resolve anything led to more disgruntled players and more people quitting.

The shitty devs was just one of the reason that the players had dwindled, many experienced harsh racial discrimination in-game.

One would not think that this is only a game and platforms such as these have shunned every dividing wall that defines humanity. But racism and sectarian division ran prevalent like a plague on the advanced servers. Non-PK servers were dominated by heteromorphic races as the PK servers were mostly dominated by human players. With the ratio of the humans against heteromorph is 10:1, a large number of those players who could not cope with the numerous deaths they suffered shifted race or quit the game altogether. Additionally, the clamor for non-PK servers were unheeded by the developers who decided to even lessen the non-PK ones to better simulate the real world and actually arguing that people had to endure that everyday. Those people that chose heteromorphs for their avatars were relentlessly pursued and hunted, killed and ganged up on for the reason of not being human.

This injustice stayed on Sammael's mind as he created his own avatar.

An Angel, a dispenser of justice and the symbol of the light. True, an angel as an avatar is a powerful figure. Most human players aligned with the light would not willingly attack an Angel, additionally, as the primarily and well-known heteromorphic creature that can support any living being, the demand for his services is quite high. He was not hated, just tolerated since he resembled humans in general. Being an angel also made him friends to numerous high leveled humans who took him to quests and generally made his life bearable. That being said, being pestered left and right for heavenly blessings and the numerous request for resurrection does dampen one's day. But he slogged right through and became a fairly known and powerful player himself that he was confident that he won't be attacked by just anyone by being an Angel or non-human. Just another perk of being an Angel with his AOE passive auras and blessings, not including his innate abilities to resurrect anyone without penalty regardless of foe or friendly.

But one thing rankled his mind more than the noobs asking for buff every morning that he logged-in.

It was the human 'hunter-packs' that he secretly despised, these people formed parties at any time of the day and would go out to the PK servers and hunt heteromorph characters exclusively. It does not matter if you are aggro or not, once you are not human enough, then they would slay you without a second thought. He usually show his contempt against such character by joking with them, sending verbal jabs that should have double-meanings, but either they are extremely thick-headed or simply dismissive of their actions. Regardless, with the status quo against his particular race maintained he slowly and surely increased his power and level, to the point that he was surprised that his name came up on the Top 10 support players who is not even a human. His equipment were not to be scoffed at, for he acquired such treasures with careful planning and excellent raiding skills. His abilities to increase the power of his current party and his healing capability easily made him a commodity that is essential for any dungeon or raid boss attempts.

But then again, the question begs to be answered again.

Why was he tolerating such acts by humans against their fellow humans, although looking absolutely differently being heteromorph and all. Still, shouldn't justice be dispensed swiftly and without mercy, for justice delayed is justice also denied?

This cannot stand.

He made a decision one day to end the cycle and break the status quo he and his race shared with their human counterparts. He was leaned against one of the entrances to one of the earliest cities where you can spawn and a pack of human warriors approached him. With much cajoling he finally 'blessed' them with his skills and sent them on their way. The aforementioned city was built on the center of Midgard, it was the starting point for all races as such had a lot of low levels lingering nearby. This takes into account members of the heteromorph races who have recently spawned to being. But apathy won him over and he just stalked out of the city, completely ignoring the 'hunter-packs' that he saw was assembling outside of the city.

After a few minutes of wandering around the area, what were the chances that he came upon the same team that he buffed as they hunted heteromorph player. He could see that a mid-level undead and its accompanying brain-eater were both on the ground. Their HP were dangerously low and a few more hits would surely reduce them to '0', which would mean EXP loss and level loss. He shook his head as the exact situation to change sides presented itself upon him, he was about to walk away when he heard the deep baritone voice of this undead. He was actively negotiating with the leader of the hunter group, begging not to be killed, or at least ample compensation for their trouble of killing them. Sammael snorted in disgust, he knew this group well enough for him to know that the leader would not only take the bribe of compensation, but also PK them for the obvious pleasure of just killing them.

Shadowing their movements as they moved through the plains of Midgard, he carefully kept his distance and hid his presence from them.

After a good long while the human party of 15 accosted and cornered a mid-level Lich and brain-eater. Waited patiently as they surrounded them like prey and pounced on them after casting their most powerful spell for mid-level characters. Unfortunately for them though, he had been watching and casting his own spells to bind his enemies down. Up to this day none of the attackers knew how they died, but they knew who dared raised their hands against them. A name that was stained red with the blood of humanity. As they all teleported away back to their respawning point, Sammael turned to the 2 heteromorphic beings who were also healing themselves. He walked over to them, his aura spilling out of his avatar.

"Hello!" his avatar did a waving gesture and an emoticon for :D appeared above his head.

"Thank you for saving us! :D" the brain eater typed back, bowing with a flourish, "It is good to know that this game isn't entirely plagued by bigoted humans."

"Indeed it is," the Lich opened a channel towards him and he accepted. As they formed a party, a teleportation circle appeared before them and Sammael looked warily at the new comer. A shimmering white knight stepped out of the portal, as the figure stepped out it looked at him and banged its shield in greeting.

"I see everything is under control."

The Lich approached and nods his head, "Indeed it is. We have found someone that had helped us a great deal."

"My I have your name, benevolent stranger?"

The white knight seemed peculiar at first and had an odd quirk about him, but he seemed to care much about these heteromorph players for him to teleport towards them.

"I am Sammael and as you can see-" he flapped his former white wings affably, it fluttered obsidian now as evident of his crashing purity and holiness, "-I am now a Fallen Angel."

"Well met Fallen Angel, I am Touch Me-"

"THE WORLD CHAMPION!?" he was stunned, "Touch Me? T-the World Champion?"

"Y-yes," the white armored knight replied sheepishly, "I suppose that is one of my titles."

"Famous much aren't you?" the Brain-Eater seemed to simper at the World Champion, "By the way, we need to still vote on the issue raised by Ulbert-san. He had learned of something that concerns us and our guild greatly."

"Ah, I have heard of it," Touch Me said with a hint of amusement, "Word from the grapevine is that the Trinity or at least one of them would partake in that 'issue'. Some kind of alliance that will not be good for us."

"That is quite the serious news," the Lich interjected, his concern quite evident, "We should get back to Nazarick and convene all members."

"Agreed," Touch Me turned to Sammael and pointed to him, "But what should we do with our new friend."

Sammael stood behind their avatars watching, waiting as they conversed with each other, "Oh! Do not worry about me, I can certainly handle myself."

"No, Sammael-san, it would be of a great disservice if we would dismiss you so, we can perhaps agree on a much permanent solution."

The World Champion gave a confused looked, "What do you mean Tabula-san?"

"Sammael-san, let me ask you a question," the brain-eater asked with a flourish, "Do you have an occupation outside of Yggdrasil?"

"W-well, yes. I'm currently active in the JSDF-"

"We thank you for your service then, truly JUSTICE IS LIFE!" Touch Me exclaimed as the 2 other members shook their heads in embarrassment, "A soldier that upholds the peace, there can be no nobler way to show one's nationalism as public service."

"Then it is established," Momonga shrugged his shoulders, "We only need to bring forth his name to the table and he should be confirmed within the day."

Sammael's head turned in confusion, "What do you mean?"

The Elder Lich nods his head and said, "Sammael-kun, if you would be so kind to consider joining our guild. Ainz Ooal Gown."

"B-but, why?" he could not even think about it, that guild was well-known for being all heteromorph characters. It is also known that they have not recruited beyond the 41 early members of the guild. "Aren't you all supposed to be only 41? I mean, you are famous for it!"

"Indeed, our guild has been known to be as such however, in your case I believe we can make an exemption."

Touch Me nods his head, "The virtue you have shown today proves your strength of character and being quite honorable."

"We all look heteromorphs in the outside, but inside of us, each and every member of our guild is human," Tabula said, "You looked past that and also considering the deeds you have currently shown us, which gives a view of your quality as a person."

"What we only need now is the complete approval or at least half of the ruling council?"

Touch Me puts a hand on the now Fallen Angel's shoulders, "Worry not my friend, I am confident that you would be welcomed to us."

What followed after that chance meeting was the best years of Sammael's online life in Yggdrasil. Within the day of the meeting, the founding members of Ainz Ooal Gown confirmed his membership in lieu of those that have quit on the guild's roster. Additionally, his karma alignment shifted drastically from Lawful Good to Lawful Evil. Perfectly balanced karma, neither aligned to good nor evil. Embracing the shift in his character's alignment, he found that some of his high-tier abilities and skills were lost. Though there were some powerful ones that replaced it, mostly passive and buff magic to a certain degree, but very useful nonetheless. He was now part of the 41 members of Ainz Ooal Gown, a guild that prided itself in being all heteromorph creatures, establishing supremacy and power by increasing their level and conquering one of the newest and hardest dungeons in all of Yggdrasil. By fighting with other guilds for the supremacy of said territory, they won the rights to the dungeon to be established as their guild base and none so far have managed to unseat them.

A dungeon, the only fitting place short of a demon king's castle that instill fear and dread to all those that dare step foot within its thresholds.

Though all the members have inhuman characters or avatars, they're actually pretty nice and decent people. Sammael found out that the guild members were all non-aggressive due to them being rational and functioning members of society. It isn't past them to discuss any misunderstandings in a civil manner. But their power could not be denied, boasting numerous World Items sought by all players of the game, each weapon could change the status of anything or basically, breaking the game in two if it must. He found out that Ainz Ooal Gown hoarded such weapons to ensure that none may be used against them, and indeed possessing such items already dissuaded some would be attackers from their objective.

Some, not all.

And it is during this time, when Ainz Ooal Gown possessed most of the World Items that is known to all of Yggdrasil that a force of 1,500 players and their supplementary NPCs, mercenaries, and paid guilds have agreed to attack the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

A trying time indeed for the whole guild, it seemed a large war host poured out of every corner of Yggdrasil. A total of 150 full 10-man parties from 10 of the highest ranking guilds and 13 of the top players in Yggdrasil laid siege to Nazarick. The event caught the attention of the GM's and decided to record the whole event. After almost a day of besieging the whole dungeon, the attackers found themselves surrounded and pressed on all sides as they reached the 8th floor of the Great Tomb. The counter-attack was swift and brutal, even the GM's were dumbfounded at the strategy employed that day by the members of Ainz Ooal Gown, but they were all legal and no GM's found any inconsistencies with the programming. Additionally, no World Item was used that day, a true miracle since the stakes could not have been more higher. And the members of Ainz Ooal Gown, all 41 were not active during that time, it was a testament to their skill and power how they managed to turn back the invaders and slay them to the last.

Earning a boon of items, gold and dropped items. The items dropped by their adversaries numbered in the hundreds, almost in the thousands of a variety of mid to high-level items. With the siege broken after more than a day of fighting, the ruling members of the guild convened that a similar disaster must be averted. Options were weighed and debated, the side of Touch Me called for an alliance with other like minded guilds, a good candidate are those guilds that have not taken part in the siege. He fully endorsed the opening of doors of the guild to an alliance that the members can call upon when the needs are dire once more.

A voice of dissent opposed the suggestion, predictably it was Ulbert Alaine Odle who was against an alliance.

"It is foolish to think even any guild could match the might of Ainz Ooal Gown."

"It is not the might of Ainz Ooal Gown that prevailed, but the combined old guarders of our guild base and our mercenary forces. Additionally, some of our safeguards were implemented at a potential risk to our NPCs," Touch Me stood in front of the large round table where he usually sat, across him also stood on the other side the demon Ulbert, "What if 'General Luck' does not find us in the right moment? Or on the next time? Or on the following next and so forth? We are finished that is what."

"We can strike first against our enemies, trace those that have attacked our base and annihilate their guild-"

"-which would undoubtedly set our enemies upon us again, they would see the pattern in our movements and we would be overwhelmed by such greater numbers than before. Our own dwindling numbers, including those that have been logging-in have lessened steadily-"

"This does not justify an Alliance with other guilds, they would indubitably aim for the World Items-"

"-this fiasco started because of those World Items!" Touch Me banged at the table, "You would have us suffer through to another siege like that 'World Disaster'? To subject us further to such stressful situations is inconceivable! We have been awake for more than a day and has affected my life outside of Yggdrasil-"

"-you forget 'World Champion' that it is those 'items' is what have kept us safe and prevented the usage of the same World Items against us!" Ulbert banged his hooves at the table in reply, "For now at least we are safe, but how about another siege like that? Can we break the back of the offensive with our dwindling numbers? This is not a solution to the problem I tell you, this is a stop-gap measure that would relegate us to complacency and stagnation."

"What if more of our friends decided to call it quits!?"

Momonga sighed at this, "On that note I have ill news, our friend Whitebrim has expressed his willingness to quit. Unfortunately for us, his manga has picked up readership and he could not play and write at the same time with the same frequency as before. Making a manga is understandably a job fraught with deadlines and delays, as such he has surrendered his weapons and armaments at the Treasury Room. Additionally, his log-in name and password have all been given to me, and thus his name will be etched in the annals of the Librarium and his likeness be molded in the catacombs."

A moment of silence permeated in the halls of 41 guild members as Whitebrim's surrender of the eternal war came into light.

"Our hearts go out to our guildmate," Ulbert tipped his hat and caressed the large flower ornament on his chest, "Let us resume then, how can we even prevent such an event to happen again?"

"We can break the game, create a force that will raid our enemies and bring them low from there."

"Haven't we already discussed that option is not plausible?"

"-let me rephrase then, an independent force will raid our enemies and bring them low."

A lone voice came from the other side as all eyes turned to the Fallen Angel who had raised his voice, "Come again Sammael-kun?"

"I propose that we create a special sky barge for a crusade, call it a crusade if you must, that will literally break the game."

The 2 founding members, Ulbert and Touch Me sat down slowly as the Fallen stood up, "How do you propose you do that Sammael-kun?"

"My friends, you have fought with me during the famed Siege of Nazarick, it was designed to break us as a guild and dislodge our hold on this hallowed halls, but what if we can do the same for them?" the Fallen Angel gestured with his hand and activated a hologram, it showed numerous data in the middle of the round table and it showed the named World-Class items.

"As you can see, these are all the known World Items. All of them are accounted for, or at least those that control them. 7 of the most powerful or 'game-breakers' are within our walls."

"That's comforting."

"Yes, thank you Peroroncino-san," Sammael sent a smiley towards him, "But how about the others? Other lesser World Items are unaccounted for or have not been discovered yet. What are we to do? Additionally, only 2 guilds that have World Items have participated in the siege and it is imperative that we strike back against them. Other guilds that have confirmed World Items did not participate for fear of reprisal, insufficient manpower, or simply too uninterested to the battle, which we can never be too sure. Regardless of the reasons, we, rather I cannot allow this thing to pass again."

"What if others will quit? What if it does not stop with Whitebrim alone? We all have lives outside of here, we can be compelled to quit anytime against our wishes."

"I only ask that we construct a ship of my design that will break any guild that it will encounter," Sammael looked down at the table and banged on it, "Our guild, which have welcomed me with open arms must endure. It is too late to seek out alliances and true friends outside of our own circles, forgive me Touch Me-san if this is against whatever you say, but I only speak the truth of what I see."

"None taken Sammael-kun," the white knight banged his breastplate in agreement, "Truth and honesty are your traits known to us. Please do continue."

The Fallen stood up to his full height and declared, "By building the ship I require, I will raze every guild to the ground to get all the World Items, by destroying the guilds I can destroy the factions and unity of people thereby preventing another attack of that magnitude from happening again. I will shatter alliances, break treaties, and be a warmonger among the many players in Yggdrasil."

"Justice must be passed to the guilty, and justice must be done to those who have tried to tear down our walls."

Tabula Smaragdina shook his head, his tentacles swaying together with it, "This is something unheard of, such an undertaking cannot be prevailed upon. This endeavor will require massive amounts of information, material, even some details against the myriad of our enemies. Details that we are unable to determine, a folly if you ask me since we don't have much of it."

"I agree with Tabula-san, we are in danger of being bled dry," Ulbert turned to Momonga and asked, "Guild Master, may we know the status of our Treasury?"

"Currently, the gold we have earned from the Siege of Nazarick totaled a staggering amount of just under 3 billion gold," Ainz checked with his Guild Master interface and also the recent additions to the Treasury room, "We have also obtained numerous items, weapons and armor parts that range from mid to high level quality that killed players dropped."

"So, our riches are considerable," the brain eater nods his head in agreement, "This is excellent news, we might just make it so."

Ulbert stood up and gestured towards the Fallen, "What would you initially require Sammael?"

"1 warship, a design that I have quite debated on with my peers in the real world," he projected a ship diagram on the viewer and the online members looked on in curiousity, "As you can see, as part of the lore of this ship, which is a strict requirement for the customization features to be approved. This ship is-"

"-simply massive," Peroroncino interjected, "And very familiar... where have I seen the double headed Aquila before?"

"Is it familiar? We could be banned due to copyright infringement-"

"-no, no I saw this once in a latin book."

"A book?"

"Yes," the avian player nods his head, "I believed it was named 'Codex' or something."

Ulbert stroked his goat beard and bleated, "I see," he also perused the specifications of the ship and gears in his mind turned quickly, "I can definitely say though that your lore is simply mind-blowing, it is as if, you planned this all along."

"Indeed, as mentioned I only require 1 warship initially, after every guild base that I destroy then the earnings for that raid will supplement the flagship that we would be building. With this I can ensure that we would remain strong and powerful and no guild would ever destroy nor conquer our home."

Silence as the members all soaked it in, Ulbert feeling an impasse would rear its head once more stood up and said, "I say let us vote and be done with it. Those in favor?"

Surprisingly even Touch Me's hand came up as well as Ulbert, Peroroncino, BukubukuChagama and Tabula all agreed. Ainz took the tally and found that aside from him, who abstained from voting due to being a Guild Master, Punitto Moe, LuciFeR, HeroHero and Takemikazuchi all were opposed it. With that the decision has been voted upon and decided, with the majority voting that the requested ship be constructed with all haste. It is in that instance that the Golden Armada was born.

For 3 months the preparation for the construction and the assembly of the ship took place. Having a power supply from numerous mythical beasts, it was a small wonder that whenever the full might of Ainz Ooal Gown marched against one, then it was a spectacle truly worth seeing. The time it took to make the ship was not without complication as more members decided to call it quits, BukuBukuChagama was offered an 'galge' game project and an anime movie that it demanded more and more of her time. Touch Me, one of those that agreed to such an undertaking also quit due to him spending more time with his wife and child. After the sky barge was finished, Sammael took swift command of it and with Momonga's blessing quits the guild and quickly becomes the weapon that heralded the destruction of every guild base that carried a World Class Item.

For 6 months, as the members of Ainz Ooal Gown quit one after another, Momonga watched from afar as their Fallen Angel wrecked havoc in Yggdrasil.

He knew, rather heard of the first casualty of their audacious plan. The Pirate Lords, a very large guild that dwarfed their own's membership by almost a mile. So much of its members were dressed like pirates of all manner, from 18th century ones, to the modern and even the space-faring pirates. Their fleet, which consisted of a large Man O' War class ship was torn asunder by the ship commanded by Sammael. With the loss of their World Item, he also destroyed their guild weapon, thus destroying the symbol and the guild itself. With the destruction of that guild, Momonga learned that Sammael made another ship of lesser size and power. He had designed his own NPC that would take command of the ship and swiftly attacked a smaller guild that was rumored to be carrying a World Item. Sammael's training in the real-world military gave him the tactical acumen needed for the systematic attacks. It looked random at first, like an extremely powerful entity going berserk and straining at the seams. Guild after guild fell, even those successor guilds to those he have destroyed were also flattened down by his war machines. As soon as he hits every 10 guild mark he would return to Nazarick, learn of the ill news on who they have lost and continue forth in his blaze for destruction. The Golden Armada reached a peak of 9 vessels including his own that does not take into account the smaller ships he made as meat shields for his capital ships.

Sammael employed a simple battle tactic that have been employed by despots that could throw their massive armies like a body to the grinder. The 9 capital ships, an assortment of battleships and battlecruisers, would be flanked by smaller ships that will take any damage thrown by their enemy. Most spells in Yggdrasil are not AOE and there are specific classes that deal those kind of damage, he would simply target them first and then concentrate all fire on the guild base. This resulted in a wrecked base, numerous disoriented guild members and finally a very angry guild master. Angry guild master is akin to a dumb guild master, who thinks with his fist rather than his brain. If half of those guilds he destroyed actually thought of a strategy to stop them, they would have attempted to attack his ship directly, but they spread their anger to the smaller ships and let the larger ones fight without being too harassed.

Such foolishness.

Collecting broken guild weapons, burnt flags and pieces of wargear, Sammael destroyed more guild than those that was actively engaged by Ainz Ooal Gown themselves. With his armory filled to the brim with weapons, golds, treasures, and World Items that were obscured and none too lethal like the named 20. He traveled back to Nazarick like a victorious general coming from a year of fighting in the name of his liege. His ship hovered above the swamp where the Great Tomb was located, Sammael took out the 'Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown', puts it deftly on his finger and activates the magic on it.

Instantly, the game world shifted from inside his ship's bridge into the grand hall.

The doors of the throne room opened at his approached as he gazed at the lone figure still sitting on the far end of the great hall. Normally, the 10th Floor would be restricted space, unable to be warped into unless you have succeeded in going through the other levels. However, with his guild ring still on his finger, this overrode the settings of the dungeon and allowed him access to the innermost sanctum of the guild, Ainz Ooal Gown. A symbol of his continuing allegiance to the guild, he never took the ring off his avatar and maintained its position on his right thumb finger. Momonga stood up and stepped down from the raised platform, with open arms he beckoned the Fallen Angel as they greeted each other face to face after a long time.

":)"

":D"

"Welcome back Sammael-san."

"It is good to be back," he activated pyrotechnics from his avatar as he broke the good news, "After 6 months my friend, the Reliqua Crusade is successful. The guilds that participated on the battle of Nazarick have been rightly punished and their backs broken, some that even made successor guilds were also broken, their power scattered and their characters leveled-down by so much PK I lost count."

Momonga can only sigh and shook his head, "They were doubtful of you, they said that you would not come back, and even said that you would attack our base without abandon once your power has grown exponentially."

"Oh them of little faith, will you tell me their names?"

"Might as well, they have left the guild for all its worth," the Lich sighed again, "LuciFer-"

"I knew it, he can go to hell."

"Takemikazuchi and Punitto Moe-"

"Hmm, I expected Take-san to oppose to this decision and its apparent subterfuge, which he hated since it is against his code. But even Punitto Moe-san?"

"-he actually just thought about it, you know about Punitto's overactive imagination and being a strategist and all."

Sammael nodded in understanding, "I see what you mean- well, let us rectify that."

The interface that showed him joining 'Ainz Ooal Gown' once more popped up on his screen and he simply clicked 'OK'. With that his reintegration to the guild is complete and both remaining members showed a smiley icon.

"Welcome back to the guild my friend."

"Yes, a most wonderful welcome," he showed a sad icon on his chatbox and typed in, "But this is goodbye also."

"Whatever do you mean my friend?"

"I was selected for Officers Training that would allow me to progress my rank as an 'S'."

"S?" Momonga pondered, "You mean for the Special Forces? We never knew you were Special Forces!?"

Sammael laughed sheepishly, "It might have slipped my mind to tell you-"

"BUT THIS IS INSANE!? We thought your just a branch of the Defense Force, not the Special Forces or anything."

"I do apologize for that Guild Master."

Momonga shook his head in disbelief, "I suppose you do get tired of running around in the dark sometimes right?"

The Fallen Angel and the Elder Lich reminisced their friendship as Sammael surrendered the World-Class Items that he recovered. Together, they entered the Treasury secured all World-Class items including those that merited one time usage including those that he deemed unnecessary to his crusade. He also brought his own flag from the Hall of Ainz Ooal Gown, this flag that could be recognized by almost anyone from the game should now be hidden as a precaution to anyone that might link his name to the guild. Momonga was both very happy and sad as he looked at the weathered flags appearance, he knew that this flag flew from the mast of his great ship as he waged war across Yggdrasil. Now it sat on the most secured space in all of Nazarick, a spatial anomaly that was their Treasury, a flag unable to be seen anymore due to the danger it posed for them. For with the razing of their enemy guilds, the identity place of Nazarick as an unconquerable dungeon will never be broken, a testament to the will and quality of the man who made it so. With his long war against those characters, there will be no other means for the same Alliance to gather a number greater than a few hundred that will try to conquer Nazarick.

Never again would a guild attempt such a large undertaking, with bloodied noses they experienced level downs and with level downs came the excruciating grinding for EXP. But with their levels going down and very few players of full rank still available, it was next to impossible to fight stronger monsters now. So, with a heavy heart that instead of grinding for EXP, some just quits and leaves their characters behind. With this bloody work done, Sammael stood on the steps of the guild and logged-out for the last time in many years.

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Fast forward - a few years later

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It was quiet in the halls of the Great Tomb, halls that were formerly filled with the sound of battle, of laughter and camaraderie have now gone silent. All 41 members have left and never returned, once or twice a former guildmate would log-in and take a short dive. Like the home of your old parents as you move out, silent and lonely. The lone figure on the grand round table sighed as the visage of the elder ooze fizzled out of existence. Momonga slammed his clenched bony fist into the wooden table and once more sighed heavily. His gesture was both juvenile and indeed futile, for all his bitterness that went with that blow he could not find fault with his old guildmate. HeroHero decided to take a short dive with him, he was one of his guildmates that have a very demanding job and it seemed to seeped through the eyes of his elder ooze avatar. He was actually gathering the courage to ask him to stay for the server close, but the woes of his friend got the best of him. In the end, Momonga held himself back and allowed his only hope for companionship to leave him.

Hence, the short outburst of frustrated rambling.

He was confident though that no one would hear him anyway.

"Our Guild Weapon, the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown," the golden staff shimmered and then appeared on his bony right hand after he equipped it, "Each and every jewel on the mouth of the serpent is akin to a Legendary Item on its own. *sigh* It is fitting that I carry you on our final hour and my only companion through these times."

Each orb have enough power to cast a high-tier magic, it has been declared that the staff can only be wielded by the Guild Master and the Top Mage in their guild. Unencumbered, unable to drop, and high-tier damage resistance, the weapon cannot be easily destroyed and can be easily repaired and remade. It cannot be disarmed nor snatched from its owner and has an inherent ability to float.

Suddenly, a message appeared on his HUD and he immediately turned back to the great wooden round table, a figure shimmered on one of the ornate chairs as he could not believe what he was seeing. Great black inverted wings adorned the newcomer, he had long flowing white hair and a scar on his right cheek can be clearly seen from his distance. With a sigh the Angel opened its eyes and it seemed to shimmer bright for a moment before settling into a golden gleam color. His armor was a simple unmarked cuirass except for an engraved 8-pointed star on the chest, it had an ornate pauldron on his right shoulder while the left was kept bare of any covering. Master-crafted bracers and gauntlets with built-in knuckle dusters adorned his fist as his inverted black wings flapped excitedly reflecting the emoticon he was displaying. His lower raiment consisted of a tattered cloak that covered his armored hips, the sabatons he wore had sharp eagle-like talons that moved with his toe fingers as a long sword rested on his waist.

His heart lifted as the Fallen Angel appeared in front of him.

"It is nice to see you old friend."

Approaching each other, they each put a hand on each other's shoulders and smiled.

"And me as well, I am happy you found time to login at the last day of the game."

"Its been a while my friend, but I did receive an email from you."

"Oh?" Momonga was surprised, he had sent that notification almost a month ago, curious that he had recently read about it. It was surprising that he almost forgot about it.

The Fallen looked at him from head and toe and asked, "I believe you were going somewhere?"

"Well- I was uh-" he suddenly felt foolish and embarassed at what he was about to do, he never expected one of his friends to log back in after HeroHero left, "I was- I was going to spend the last time of the server being open at the Throne Room and look at our flags. And- and try to reminisce on what we have done for the last few years."

Sammael nods and said, "Ah, indeed it seems that now is the perfect time to be nostalgic. Mind if I join you?"

Satoru Suzuki was elated, yet his bony avatar did not show it. "It would be great to have you with me to the end."

As they walked outside of the room, the Fallen looked at the halls of Nazarick and hummed appreciatively, "You have done well with maintaining everything Guild Master. The guild is the same way as I remember?"

Momonga would have blushed if he could in-game, he knew that Sammael had always been the most direct person he ever knew considering he was a Japanese. Being a military man might be the reason why he was like that.

"You embarrass me my friend, I have merely tried to keep the guild going. Our combined hardships and aspirations are within this guild, I would not let it so easily fall," the Elder Lich sighed, "Some dungeon raiders could have been successful, but I am happy to say none have succeeded. Not even getting past Cocytus, they are either too weak or disorganized. Indeed, its all thanks to the plan you have enacted. Without it, I fear another attack of that magnitude would have felled these grand halls. I cannot bear to have all our hard work come into nothingness, thus it is my duty to maintain it as such."

Sammael nods and sighed, "I admire your dedication to duty, I never expected that I would hear such words from a game out of fiction."

Momonga stopped, there seemed to be something wrong with his friend, "Is there something wrong? Am I right to assume your training has gone well?"

"Indeed, it has gone well. I was promoted to the rank of 'Commander'-"

"N-NANI!?"

Sammael audibly laughed, that pun on their language never gets old, "I transferred to the JMSDF after being promoted, I was given a Navy Frigate and was sent to the Somalian Coast and then to the Gulf of Aden."

"Really? Then what?"

The Fallen sent a smiley icon and said, "I just did the same thing that I did here in the game, destroyed each and every vessel that did not seem right."

As they both headed out, the two Players passed a maid and Sammael stopped walking to inspect her. "You know, 'Whitebrim' made an excellent job in designing the Homunculus Maids."

"Hmm, indeed-"

"-they look just like real-life anime sex dolls in Akihabara."

"EH!? W-what did- how did you even know that!?" Satoru Suzuki stuttered in embarassment, "How did you know that?"

"Why not? I'm a sailor remember? It gets lonely sometimes out at sea."

"EH!? You use that Sammael-kun?"

"Hehe, my First Mate used to have one which he kept in his own cabin," the fond memory sent him into a giggling fit, "We would sometimes hear him groaning through the bulkhead of the ship."

"And I thought Peroroncino had the worst fetishes!" Momonga shook his head, "Moving on then, I can recall that Whitebrim designed most of the maid's outfits, in fact he was quite proud that none of their dresses looked similar to each other. Even their hair, their headdress, even uniform pattern is subtly different. 'Maid Uniforms are Justice' is what he always said to me, though 'HeroHero' and 'Coup De Grace' usually spouts those lines sometimes."

A warm feeling of remembrance enveloped them both, "Indeed. Indeed they said that always."

They kept walking and came upon the Pleiades Battle Maids lined-up and ready to do their bidding. Sammael approached them and looked at the grizzled male butler at the front of the rest. He rubbed his chin and said, "These sure are detailed, I believe his name was Sebas right? Didn't 'Touch Me' made him?"

"Yes, the one behind him is named Yuri Alpha, she was made by Yamaiko I think," the Fallen looked down at her arms, "Vicious looking gauntlet... just like her Mommy Yamaiko I see."

"Let's see if I remember their names hmm... Lupusregina Beta that sadistic bitch, can't remember who made her though... err, Narberal Gamma stoic looking kunoichi maid just like Daddy 'Nishikenrai'... then Solution Epsilon with the biggest jugs I have ever seen just like what her old man 'HeroHero' want that closet pervert and all... mhhmm CZ Delta and Entoma Vassilie-" Sammael stopped sheepishly, "-its hopeless, I can't pronounce it."

Momonga giggled and gestured for the Battle Maids, he commanded them to "Follow" and they all lined up behind the 2 Players. They kept walking and finally came upon the adamantine doors of the throne room. An intricately sculpted solid door that showcases an angel and a demon on their respective side of the spectrum coming together as if to pull open the gigantic doors. The side of the doors were lined with numerous faces of entities in visions of combined anguish and supplication, it was beautiful and terrifying at the same time. Both doors swung silently open at their approach as the 2 of them walked side by side and they were greeted with the throne room view.

"I see you kept everything in order, oh... even our flags."

The Fallen Angel sent a smiling icon at the Lich and walked towards his own flag that carried his symbol, "Not a slight change was made, you kept it all in its original state."

"It would be rude of me to do so," he also approached the scarred flag as it waved in the artificial wind inside the throne room, "I believe your flag that you carried into battle and have attained numerous scars should be displayed prominently, whereas ours who are pristine and not even have seen the outside of these halls. Yours was carried proudly into battle and back."

They admired the pockmarked flag, its former bright color of an 8 pointed star was faded and bleached by spells too innumerable to count as a silent reminder of the viciousness this flag has been borne to witness. This flag once flew on the flag mast of their battle barge as it waved proudly the power and arrogant might of the Fallen Angel.

Both of them walked over to the raised dais where the Throne of Nazarick is located, the clock showed a few minutes left as the Angel gestured to the Lich to take the seat, which shocked the Lich.

"Eh!? You would have me sit down?"

Sammael shrugged his shoulders, "It is fitting, as being the Guild Master of this fine guild I am one of your members, thus you rule over me and a ruler should probably sit. Except only when the said ruler is only temporary and wishes to abdicate, which begs the question, do you really wish to abdicate? Again, why find the reason to abdicate when all you are being asked is to sit in a bloody chair, it is a fine chair as I have mentioned, quite comfortable with any tush that wishes to sit down on it. Which also raises the concern why you should sit down in the first place, for a fair point that this is the last day of the server and-"

"All right! All right! I'll take a seat on the bloody chair!" Momonga huffed in annoyance, "It slipped my mind on your stupid ploy to annoy a person by talking continuously thereby forcing your point across and the results you want."

The Fallen Angel sent another smiley icon, "Whatever works~"

"You put too much stock in me Sammael," Momonga said as he sat down with a flourish, "I'm just a salaryman compared to you, and administrator of sorts."

"Indeed you are," the Angel turned to him and said, "But you are the Guild Master, you represent Ainz Ooal Gown and its ideals. Your single mindedness to its preservation is the sole reason for its enduring stay in Yggdrasil. This shows that you are a great administrator, if given a chance you could be a Senior Minister of a VP of your company."

"I'm just a paper pusher Sammael, I don't have people under me or have frigates at my command."

This brought a small laughter from the lips of the Angel, "That is why you would make a great leader, a soldier like me can only be at our best on the battlefield. Eternal war and conflict is the only thing that would ensure that, peace is a concept unknown to the most battle-hardened of us. And shifting to civilian life is... hard for some of us. But you, you can exist in both worlds, you can command and be at peace at the same time with just a snap of your finger."

"You can't be serious?"

"I am not joking, I only speak from my experience and I can- wait a minute?"

He stepped over to where a succubus was standing next to the throne and he turned to Momonga and then pointed at her weapon, "If I'm not mistaken, that is the 'Ginunngagap' that she's wielding isn't it?"

"Hmm, it appears you are right?" the Elder Lich sighed, "... seems like Tabula logged in and didn't bother to even send me a message."

"Another obsessive person about details and character development that- holy shit!?" he pulled up her settings and back story and it filled the page like a Wikipedia entry. He scrolled to the bottom and found a statement that gave him another giggling fit.

"What's wrong with you? What did you see?"

Curiously, Momonga looked down at the details and also found the offending script.

[She is a slut.]

"Ever heard of gap moe?" Sammael asked after calming down, "A slut? I mean, she's a succubus and all but did Tabula have to write it down like that? We have to change it."

"What will we change it into?"

"Let's see," Sammael smiled, "Please allow me access to change the NPC profile so I can edit it."

Raising the staff of Ainz Ooal Gown, he allowed the Angel to edit Albedo's profile and backstory. Clicking with his finger he quickly deleted the offending script and contemplated on what to put instead. He was letting his eyes roam when it inadvertently fell on Momonga's waiting avatar. Chuckling darkly, he saved the changes and closed the editing window. Suspicious at his behavior, Momonga tilted his skull face and asked, "What did you do?"

"Nothing, I just changed it into something better."

"What is that 'better' thing that you put there?"

"Nothing~"

Momonga looked miffed, an answer coming from a fallen angel could actually mean two different things. It could probably mean he didn't do anything drastic or he actually did something that in his twisted mind could mean nothing. Whose law was that again? Murphy's or some other guy?

Standing up quickly and walking over to where Albedo stood unmoving, he accessed the settings and backstory of Albedo and scrolled to the bottom. Once there, he clearly saw in big bold letters.

'She is totally in love with Momonga-sama and wants to be his beautiful waifu!'

"What the-" he looked at Sammael scandalized, "Sammael! How dare you do this to Tabula's NPC? You sullied it!"

"What's the difference anyway?" the Fallen Angel shrugged nonchalantly, "The game is ending, we'll have a few laughs at Tabula's expense after that stunt he pulled with Albedo's weapon, improved her dignity because she hadn't been with a man and basically she would just want to be with you in the next-" he looked back at the time stamp of the game and shrugged his shoulders again, "-well, less than five minutes it seems."

The Elder Lich huffed but relented, "If you put it that way then I guess its fine, but its very embarrassing though."

"Stop thinking about it," they walked over to the throne and the guild master sat on the throne again as the chime that reminded them of the impending server close, "Let's just bask in the twilight of our 'online' dreams."

"Hey Momonga-"

"-Yeah?"

"It was quite a run huh?"

"Yeah."

"Mind if we exchange emails?"

"S-sure, I'm sending you mine right now."

Another chime signaled the end as the clock showed less than a few seconds remaining before the forced game log-out.

"Hey Momonga..."

"-what now!?"

"Don't cry okay?"

Satoru Suzuki gave a small smile as a tear made its way past his MMORPG DIVE Headgear as he closed his eyes for the last time in the game world and to finally wake up in reality.

"I won't."

And finally darkness.

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Both opened their eyes as they saw they were still looking from the perspective of their own avatars.

"What the fuck?"

"Shitty devs."

They both said at the same time as it elicited a giggle from both of them, "Aren't we supposed to be logged out already? Why the hell are we still here?"

"I don't know, wait a minute-" Momonga grabbed the air and tried to access the log-out menu however, "What the- I cannot log-out Sammael-kun!"

"What do you mean you can't log-out?" the Angel asked indignantly, "Let me try!"

A few moments of silence as Sammael tried waving in the air to summon the logout menu until finally he sheepishly said, "I can't log-out."

"What the hell, didn't I just said that before?" Momonga stood up and began looking around the room, "Wait a minute, my HUD is gone."

"What!?"

"You heard me," they were both beginning to get agitated, there was something wrong right now, "I CAN'T CONTACT THE FREAKING GM'S!"

"SHIT! Me too!"

They were both beginning to get agitated when they heard a soft voice cooed at them like pealing bells on top of a hill. Both turned at her and they saw how absolutely stunning and beautiful she was, adorable too with her perfect questioning gaze locked on her dark eyes.

"My Lords~? Are you both alright?"

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["What the flying fuck, did she just talk?"]

["I believe so, what shall we do Sammael-kun?"]

["Wait! Let me handle this,"] the Fallen Angel cleared his throat and said, "Did you say something Albedo?"

"Pardon my stupidity and ignorance, but what is a GM my Lords?"

Both looked at each other as the Elder Lich nodded slowly on the throne, Sammael cleared his throat again and declared loudly, "I shall answer your question, yes we are alright and... a GM is an- an insufferable being that should be serving us who plays the grand game, but tends to annoy us even more because we can't do anything about it. Not that they are powerful, but they are just powerfully annoying and we wouldn't need to waste our time with them. Clear enough Albedo?"

"Yes my Lord Sammael," she bowed low not meeting their eyes, "Once more, I apologize for my ignorance."

"No worries, now if there are no more inquiries, then leave us. We wish to speak privately upon ourselves."

The Pleiades battle maids stood up, bowed low and marched out with Albedo, from above 8-edged assassins dropped from the ceiling and also marched out of the Throne Room. As the large double doors slammed shut, all bluster and patience seemed to deflate from both players as they looked at each other and shook their heads.

"What the hell is happening Sammael-kun!? How is she even able to speak and open her mouth?"

The Fallen Angel licked his lips and rubbed his chin. He stopped as he suddenly realized something wrong, how in the world did he just felt his tongue lick his lips and his armored right hand stroked his skin.

"Momonga-kun, it seems like we are in the real world, or rather our fantasy world have been made into reality."

"What do you mean?"

Sammael breathed through his nostrils as his chest heaved and he opened his mouth to speak, "The fact that I am speaking to you right now is one obvious fact that we are in the real world, another glaring fact is that the HUD is gone and- oh my god, this is a SAO nightmare."

He spreads his inverted wings and opened his arms wide, "I feel fabulous just moving my wings!"

Momonga was stumped, his jaw comically dropped then he closed it once more, "This is beyond my understanding, how is this possible?"

"Its just one of those 'Isekai' situations and shit," the Angel shrugged his shoulders, "Want more proof? Wait here... Albedo, Pleiades... please return to your post!"

As soon as the words left his lips the large double doors opened and in walked the mentioned individuals, they returned to their post but bowed first and looked up to the both of them with the utmost admiration and respect. He cleared his throat and said, "Sebas, take the Pleiades Battle Maids and scout the perimeter. I want you to find anything outside, something that would provide us more information where we truly are. Take the 8-Edge assassins with you and be careful, that is my command."

"As you wish Lord Sammael," Sebas bowed low as the Battle Maids bowed and left the throne room leaving only Momonga, Sammael and Albedo alone.

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["I can now give you more proof on this being made into reality."]

["How?"] the Elder Lich sat up straighter on his Throne.

["Do something... naughty."]

["What do you mean?"]

["Well, there's Albedo right beside the throne... why don't you try squeezing her in some squishy area so-"]

A green aura washed over the Elder Lich as Sammael's raised a brow, "Uhh... what was that?"

["M-my passive I suppose since technically, I am undead-"]

["Oh-ho, so you did feel something when I said squishy-"]

["Would you stop pointing it out, its embarrassing as it is- hah! I'm not really good at this."]

["Momonga, we really need that information- do it now!"]

Momonga's glowing red eyes flickered brightly as he cleared his non-existent throat and then turned to the succubus, "Albedo, come here. I-I will be touching you."

He seemed oblivious as Albedo fluttered her wings elatedly, she approached the Overlord with happiness on her face as Sammael tried to maintain an indifferent face. Carefully, gently even, the Overlord took Albedo's arm in his bony hand and felt her pulse. Surprised at the numerous sensation he was feeling, Momonga didn't even notice Albedo's breathing get ragged as the Fallen Angel also sidling silently away to the side. The feeling of her alabaster smooth skin was phenomenal, her pulsing heart he could feel through whatever passes for his bone, what's more he could even smell her scent. He knew that if he was a lesser human, her allure would have made him succumbed to his desire. But being undead made him immune to the carnal temptations of the flesh, he puts his hands in her shoulders as she audibly whimpered. Sammael looked up at the ceiling and found the masonry very, very interesting.

Momonga licked his non-existent lips, 'Here we go, holy crap she does smell good.'

["I heard that."]

The guild master steeled himself, uttered a small prayer of apology to Tabula and grabbed Albedo on her chest. A surprised gasp and an audible moan later he squeezed a bit as he basked in the softness and supple texture of the fabric. Finally, it dawned on him that this is not Yggdrasil anymore since R-18 is not permitted in the game, in fact you get logged out if you forced to do such thing.

But since this is not the game world anymore, where were they?

His reverie was broken as Albedo chirped happily in his non-existent ear, "Momonga-sama, am I going to have my first time here now?"

'Eh?'

"Would you like me to remove my raiments, or would you like to remove them yourself? I do not mind Momonga-sama- it could soil, but if that is your wish~!"

Her dainty looking maiden arms hid the strength of a level 100 NPC character as she dashed to him and then pushed him towards the throne and getting on lap. He would have blushed if he could as her face almost pressed to him, he could practically smell the scent out of her. She was moaning and cooing and breathing heavily as Sammael cleared his throat and began heading for the door.

"Welp! Seems you would be getting busy, good luck with that Guild Master- I'll be stepping out to give you some privacy."

"LIKE HELL YOU WOULD!" the green aura washed over him again, ["Help me Sammael!"]

["But you look so cute together... I don't want to step in-between your love."]

["And whose fault do you think that is huh? Save me- damn it!"]

The Fallen Angel cleared his throat as Albedo continued her friskiness on top of Momonga's lap, who is currently unmoving as she was gyrating her hips on top of his own bony one.

"Albedo, cease this for now," the lust and excitement left her as she composed herself and bowed in front of the Supreme Beings, "I promise you and Momonga can fulfill this at a different time, now you must do your duty as an Overseer."

Her smile returned and a glint of excitement adorned her eyes, "What is it you desire my Lords?"

"Find all the Floor Guardians and gather them at the Arena on the 6th Floor, exclude Gargantua and Victim. They can only leave under our express orders and out of utmost necessity."

"As you command my Lord Momonga," she bowed to the Lich and then turned to Sammael near the edge of the raised dais and bowed again, "- my Lord Sammael."

Walking down the raised dais and out of the huge double doors, she bowed again at the door's threshold as it closed leaving the 2 beings alone once more.

As the door finally closed shut, the Fallen Angel sat down on the raised platform as Momonga also loudly sighed. Their thoughts were jumbled and the realization of them being on a different world were starting to set. They looked at each other until finally Sammael broke the silence.

"What now guild master?"

"I have many questions, so many questions- but my primary one is that are we here on a permanent basis or is this just temporary?"

The Angel was silent at this, "Would you go back Momonga-kun?"

'I have no immediate family, no real friends except those that I have played with in Yggdrasil, an administrative job that sucks-' the answer seemed easy and final, "I'm not sure, if there is a chance I might take it, but I do not have anything or anyone waiting for me. In case our creations did come to life, I might stay for them."

"For them?"

"Albedo and the Pleiades are alive, like you and me," Momonga argued, "Did you not see the spark of life in their eyes? Will you be able to leave them? For someone like me who have nothing to look forward to, I'd rather start a new life here with them. Though I am now technically an undead being, I feel life surging through me."

Sammael looked down and contemplated his words, inverted wings of gold and sparkling dust fluttered lightly to the floor, "I believe our situations are the same, when I get back then its another case of being ordered around and bowing down. Providing we have also taken our powers with us, I believe we can carve our own niche in this world."

"Shall we test it?" Momonga stood up from the throne and then walked down from the raised platform.

The Angel also stood up and positioned himself behind the guild master, "You would cast a spell inside the Throne Room?"

"Nothing of that sort," he waved his hand reassuring his friend, "Wouldn't want to destroy or damage anything our friends made. Now-"

While holding the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown on his left, he thrusts his right hand forward palm open and said in a clear voice, "To me! To me Demons of the Lemegeton! Your Master summons you!"

Immediately, the large golems adorning the upper arches of the Throne Room jumped off from their mounting plinths and surrounded the 2 Supreme Beings. They lined up perfectly as they looked very bulky and ungainly, but in truth are deceptively very agile to the point of impossibility. They stood at the ready, their stance hunched and ready to pounce on any enemy that threatened their lords. Sammael and Momonga can only nod in understanding, so at least some of the mechanics of the game did made it to this world.

Question now is, how much of the game had become reality?

"That's one way of testing that I suppose, but what we need now is to test this with our spells. Do we still have access to our items and gear?"

"Good point, any idea where we can try it out?"

They met each other's eyes and a thought clicked on their mind, "The 6th Floor arena."

"Let us go then and be done with this," Sammael led the way as the double doors opened to let them pass, Momonga turned back to the golems and commanded them to return to their posts. The golems lumbered back as they began to meander their way towards the 6th Floor.

"-wait, wait Momonga-kun, I have an idea!"

"What now!?"

He raised his gauntleted hand and showed the Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown, a ring of immense power that allows one to be transported to anywhere in the Great Tomb of Nazarick without any restrictions.

"We shall test this at the arena on the 6th Floor."

Both Supreme Beings blinked out of existence as the static defenses of the Throne Room activated once more.

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To be Continued.

Author's Note: I have rewritten the fic and I must say, I am very happy with this.

Cheers,

Scarabeye3000