A/N: HELLO CHAPS~! Miss me? VIVA LA REQUEST YEARS! Well, I've been gone awhile, but I'm back. Lets just say there were...issues with my health and such. But those are behind me! I fear not the flamers nor the flames that they bring, for I am back and I am here to STAY!

Sooooo, at the time of this post the site is now fixed and reviews are showing up. WHOO! Also, just finished watching Overlord as of late. Very entertaining...BUT WHERE IS MY SEASON TWO, OI?! The manga and light novels can only sustain a man for so long! Naturally when this request came down the line, I just had to take it XD Naruto in the world of YGGDRASIL.

BUT THERE ARE SO FEW STORIES OF IT AND ALL ARE INCOMPLETE?! WHY DID THEY ALL STOP?! Its so frustrating when I find a good story only to see it discontinued. Aye, I may be guilty of it at times, but at least I make efforts to go back to my works and update them when possible. Take "Date or Die" for example, I just gave that one a big honking update. Add to that the fact that I'm all but OBSESSED Overlord guarantees I won't drop this. I'm planning for...hmm...twenty chapters at minimum here, maybe.

Additionally, and this might be a touch controversial, but I decided not to have Naruto in Nazarick. Why you ask? Because its been done by SEVERAL people. One can not simply replace AINZ OOAL GOWN as such and I don't like using concepts that have already been utilized. I might make an alternate fic with Naruto on his SIDE, but for now, let's go with this.

THEREFORE!

LET THE CRAZY TRIP BEGIN!

I also take some liberties with Naruto's canon story-line here, so please, bear with me...

...because the poor blond is a very sad puppy in this chapter T_T

But can you blame him?

Read on and see what I mean!

"This reality means nothing to me without them...

~?

Reboot

YGGDRASIL.

A unique DMMO-RPG (Dive Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game) developed in Japan, serviced from 2126 AD to 2138 AD. A world accessible with the 'Neural Nano-Interface', a new human brain augmentation which allows your mind to function as a supercomputer. A massive world, innumerable in its majesty. Countless skills, items, magic, and races.

Human.

Demi-Human.

Heteromorphic.

The maximum level cap for a player can reach is One Hundred. When a player character dies, they immediately lose five consecutive levels and drop their equipment. Death has no meaning here; if someone manages to kill you in this world you just reset and start over. Die. Reset. Repeat. An endless loop that works to eventually desensitize individual players towards their demise with only minor repercussions. I think its all a sick joke, really. When you suffer the smallest of penalty for perishing, why should you be afraid of it? In this world some have

Its easy to die, isn't it?

Living, well, that's the hard part.

Or in my case, living on and on and ON.

You'd think immortality-that is, the inability to die through age-would be a good thing, right? I mean, you could live to the heat death of the universe for crying out loud! See everything! DO anything you wanted. Life itself would be like a game. That would be wonderful, wouldn't it? To live without fear of death, to exist for all eternity? Immortal? Ageless? Timeless?

Wrong.

I despise life.

I abhor life.

I hate life.

I've lost everything to this experience of "living" when I wish only for death. Death that laughs at me, a demise which refuses to come. When you possess an immortal body that refuses to submit to the whims of time, yet made to look on while everyone you love and hold dear is bound by it? Trying to start again over and over AND OVER only to meet the same outcome.

So, when the chance was presented to me to get it all back and KEEP it, I jumped at it.

If I could make a world to replace the one I lost, even in a false setting, wouldn't it be grand?

This is how the grand guild of Konoha, MY guild, came to be.

Yes, yes, yes, I know what you're thinking, here. Naruto, you idiot! Its not the same! How can a facsimile make up for the real thing?! To that, I say this: sometimes the illusion of happiness is better than no happiness at all. That's Madara logic right there but WHAT ELSE COULD I DO?! Being ageless doesn't give you godly powers, ya know! It doesn't matter how hard you work to preserve life, eventually, some way SOMEHOW, your precious people will die and YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT?!

Ahem.

If I could've brought them back by my own power, I would. But I don't have the fucking Rinnegan and it doesn't matter if I can crush a mountain. Against time, I'm as powerless as anyone else. Forced to watch as my friends and family grow old without me and wither away. To see them pass on and be forced to march over their corpses. Its not fair! I refuse to acknowledge that reality-no, I REJECT IT!

So I threw my old life away and flung myself into fantasy.

My Guild.

Konoha.

And now that world is about to be taken away.

(...The Guild of Konoha...)

Naruto watched the timer like a hawk.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

It was there in the corner of his vision, a steady clock winding down to the end. He'd thought about blocking it, but decided against it on a whim. Every last second in this world was precious to him and the anxiety that plagued his heart was a small price to pay for the beautiful gem he'd crafted. Even if it did feel like a hollow pane of glass without the rest of his friends. Still, the first-level and cityscape of his village was wonderful for the eye to behold, even as the sun slowly set over the stern stone faces. It almost reminded him of hime.

Even if he had added a few...embellishments.

Atop his dragon bone throne, he cast his gaze down and found himself alone.

Again.

"Nobody came, huh?" he elf sighed, shoulders drooping regarding the nine empty seats opposite him, the empty village below. "I'm not surprised. "It's not like I've been the most social guy lately. Still...

A gauntlet imperceptibly tightened around the black staff in his hand.

...I wish they'd accepted my apology."

His avatar was a thing of terror in its towering crimson plate, over which a cloak of white and red was cast, seeming to shimmer with flames. neither man nor beast but something trapped between the two. He'd chosen a Dark Elf as his character. A strange hybrid of sorts and one fashioned to look like him, if only with slightly darker skin and the trademark ears that came with this particular race. He'd made it on a whim. It allowed for equal parts magic and warrior skills-such as they were-in equal measure, and while they couldn't quite measure up to the massive strength he wielded in reality they were still a close second. A damn shame YGGRDASIL wouldn't let him toss Rasenshuriken's around but-

Tick.

Unbidden, his gaze strayed back to the timer.

Less than five minutes remained as of now.

Mismatching blue-red eyes narrowed.

"DAMNIT!"

Roaring, he leaped from the throne, thrust an open palm at one of the stone faces and called a seventh tier spell.

Countless algorithms flared to life as the blast of wind roared from his palm, calculating the magical strength of his avatar, the amount of MP he still retained, as well as the indestructible environment. In the end his ill-thought out spell simply caromed harmlessly off one of the six faces and arched away into the sky. The NPC's below didn't react, likely because they perceived an attack from their lord as a non-threat. Despite that, Naruto immediately felt guilty for his actions and cringed.

He'd worked so hard to construct this place and here now at the end, he was going to lash out?

Shaking his head, the armored blond shuffled towards the doors.

"I'm such a hypocrite...

Twin orange gates-because ORANGE and why the hell not?-opened for their master, exposing a long hallway leading deeper into the "center" of his world. Unwilling to waste time, Naruto strode through at a brisk pace, his armor clanking loudly. Massive, hulking lanterns on either side of the wall burst into existence a this passage, brilliant pillars of flame springing to life to light the way. Once, he would have stopped to admire them, but today he was in a hurry, and spared no time for them.

Konoha had never contained so many "floors" in all of its existence, but the rest of the guild had been adamant and overrode his wishes. What was the point of having a dungeon with only one level, they'd said? In the end he'd seen the logic of their argument, and it was one of the few times he didn't regret it. And so did the Ten Floors of the Great Forest come to be.

It was one of the few concessions he'd made.

After a short walk, he would be using his guild ring to teleport to the tenth.

Whether by design or accident, each "level" resembled a piece of his past, in a sense. Some were villages he remembered fondly, others distant lands. He'd memorized them all. The First and Seconds floors were "Leaf" and thus under strict guard by Sasuke. The third and fourth were, "Sand" and thus Gaara's domain, while the fifth was realm of "Mist" followed by "Poison" and so on. Thus it went, with each of the ten floors possessing at least one or more guardians to prevent entry by raiding parties. He remembered each of them by heart, each individual a specter of his past, those who had changed his life for good or ill. Some were even old enemies, now turned allies. Others weren't even in the human class at all. Some, like him, were demi-humans. Others were outright monsters masquerading as humans.

Perhaps that was petty of him.

Although making Bee the guardian of the Eigth floor was a bit too much in hindsight...

Then again he might have gone a tad overboard when he'd recreated Jiraiya in that vein as well. Honestly, programming was a tricky business and he was half-certain some members of his guild had lent some of his old friend certain "eccentricities" that hadn't been there before. Oh, well. It was too late to wonder about that now.

Ting!

A quiet ding informed him that his telportation was successful and in a swirl of light, he made haste to his final destination.

At the end of a short hallway awaited several doors.

The entire room itself seemed a maze to the untrained eye, filled to the brim with doors of every possible color, some large, some small, some tall, others wide. Doors on the wall, doors on the ceiling, even doors etched into the very floor itself! All but one were enchanted with traps. If you picked the wrong door you'd be telported somewhere unpleasant at the very least. At the worst, you'd suffer instant death, lose all your equipment, and be forced to start over from the very beginning. For any player who devoted their time to clearing out the monsters and traps of the great forest, it was absolutely maddening to have their progress reset, all because they chose the wrong door.

Naruto chose the second on the right.

A simple creation furnished to appear of oaken wood, it was neither enchanted nor reinforced with spells; because there was simply no need for such. If the Guardians could not prevent intruders from trespassing, if the Anbu assassins with their multitude of tricks and traps proved ineffective and the horde of false doors could not delay them, then they would come face to face with the ultimate challenge here. The members of the guild themselves.

To his dismay, that day had never come. And now it never would. All of his god-level equipment and items meant nothing. Even the mighty staff in his hand, Death's Scorn, had no purpose anymore. His world champion armor Rust of Blood, despite its imposing name, served no further means either. He merely wore it and his fashioned hokage-cloak as a symbol of the guild. He'd adopted the sacred moniker of "Rikudo", the Sage of Six Paths, in this reality, but what good had it done? Nothing.

Now, steeling himself, he opened the door.

It parted before him with the lightest touch.

Revealed was a humble, sparsely furnished room with a bed and little else beyond it, save a small table with a teapot and pieces of fine china. A lone figure sat at the end, her back to him. She did not react to him, nor did she rise at his presence.

He stepped inside and shut the door.

"I'm home."

Silence answered.

Naruto sighed.

"Not like I expect you to answer or anything...

Nearly midnight now and still the timer continued its inevitable countdown to oblivion; inexorable as the gears of fate ground themselves towards that final finish. And once more, he found himself powerless against the whims of time. Once midnight struck he'd be booted from the server and his perfectly crafted world would vanish once again. The thought made his heart wrench painfully even in this fantasy world. He told himself that this wasn't truly his body even as he grasped at his chest, just an avatar, but the pain was there all the same.

Of course, he could always start over in another game, his mates said.

It would be simple they thought, easy for one skilled as him.

That had been the beginning of the end.

Because he didn't want to start over.

This was HIS WORLD!

More than ten years-an entire decade-were sacrificed here, spent feverishly leveling himself up to the absolute maximum, tweaking the settings of this world to their absolute breaking point. Rebuilding the smoldering ashes of his past. With skill and charisma did he bring others to his side. With fire and fury did he lead them, conquering this area, this great swathe of land. Lovingly, had he instructed them, directed them in molding this great complex in the forest, painstakingly breathing life into a bygone era long since forgotten.

His family!

Everyone!

All those he held dear were here in the Great Forest of Many Leaves. It was a horrible, corny name, but it fit.

He'd skimped out on raids and quests, ignored punitive expeditions to the Great Tomb of Nazarick, all for for this. To make this world and maintain it, to the point of become withdrawn and distant to all others. And one by one did they drop away, until he finally found himself alone with his regret and these lifelike dolls. It didn't matter if they couldn't speak to him, if they were set and regulated by the infernal commands of the system. They wore the faces of his friends, and they were programmed to act as such. He was their leader, the Hokage, Fire Shadow if you were feeling eloquent, Supreme Being, and so forth.

And it was here, near the very heart of his domain, that the one most near and dear to his heart dwelt.

His daughter.

His hope.

His life.

"Hello, Yui."

Grey eyes rose to meet his as he inserted himself into the seat opposite her. She didn't react, even when he summoned a fresh kettle of tea and poured himself a glass. Nor did she touch her own when he moved to fill it for her. She remained as lifeless and complacent as the day he'd created her in this realm. She wouldn't even move unless he instructed her as such.

Before Naruto knew it, he started talking.

"So," He began, "I'm afraid we, ah," a sniff, "Won't be seeing each other for awhile...

No response.

"I'm sorry." the blond found himself apologizing. "I know you can't talk, but since today's the last day, could you just here me out? I'm sorry. I feel fucking horrible for recreating you and the others like this, but I just couldn't let you go. You understand, right? Its not my fault. I didn't mean for things to get out of control like this. I was just so lonely and when I found this game I thought it would be an escape. But before I knew it I started building things, making things, creating you...

The silence was deafening.

"Right." he facepalmed, humiliated. "Why am I even doing this?"

'I'm having a tea party with my dead daughter,' some small, morbid part of him mused. 'Wow. This is really fucked up.'

He hadn't had the heart to make her mother. That was a past too painful. Recreating Hinata as a faceless drone would break something in him, of that much he was certain. So he'd settled for the daughter they'd had together. Sometimes looking at her proved too much for him as well. But he couldn't bring himself to delete that smiling face. All dark hair and grey eye-he'd never figured out who she got those from-she wore a light white dress and carried no weapons to speak of. She didn't need to, because in this world he'd made her a powerful sorceress, eclipsed only by him. She was the leader of all the Guardians, their captain, and she had never once left this room.

Never smiled.

In his reality, she had been the light of his life before a sudden illness took her at the tender age of ten. Hinata hadn't had the heart to try for more children after that. Neither did he. He'd painstakingly written her backstory and programming to the letter, yet for all the good that had done, she would not change.

"Drink your tea, Yui." he instructed.

As ever, his daughter didn't respond verbally, only nodding and moving to comply. A small hand fell to the glass and raised it to her lips, her blank expression never changing. Not a once. Even something as simple as this was bending the rules. She couldn't do anything else. Facial expressions were not something YGGRDASIL was yet capable of. Perhaps the next game would contain this much-needed improvement. Perhaps. If he didn't loose his mind first. If madness didn't take him from losing this, his last bastion of sanity, false though it was.

If.

Smiling at his expressionless daughter, Naruto felt something in him break.

"Good girl."

In his peripherals, the timer counted down to the last thirty seconds. Naruto sighed quietly, shaking his head. He could think of no better place than to spend his final moments in this world. This would do. He would spent his last moments here with family, or at least a close approximation of it. Across from him, Yui continued to drink her tea, quiet as the grave and despite himself, the Sage suppressed a sigh.

So.

This was it.

This was where it would end.

Years of living in a fantasy world, indulging himself in a past long since forgotten. It was shameful. Humiliating. No wonder everyone had left him behind. His hand fisted tightly around the glass, and had it been real, it would have shattered. It wasn't fair. He'd worked so hard to fashion this place. He'd fought, and sacrificed and bled to see this reality made real. And in a few moments, it would be gone. Taken from him by a bunch of old men who no longer saw profit in maintaining what had been-for him-a desperate escape from reality.

Now it was over.

A rueful chuckle escaped him.

"This isn't so bad," he declared with a trembling voice, closing his eyes. "I can't think of any other place I'd rather be." The lie tasted like as on his tongue, and he willed the tears not to come. He wasn't going to cry. No tears. None. He refused to let his last moments be ones of weakness. Five seconds now, the time scraping away the last precious moments of his peaceful refuge. Four. Three. Two. One.

Zero.

Any moment now.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Blue eyes snapped open.

"What?"

Instead of the muted walls of his home he found he was still in his sanctuary. Still with Yui. Scarlet, armored arms met his gaze when he looked down, their weight a minor annoyance in the back of his mind. Blinking, he curled his hands into fists. What? Had they delayed the sever shutdown, somehow? Was there a lag of some sort? Had there been a delay? He could still taste the tea running down the back of his throat, that faint heady aroma of its leaves wafting through the air to warm his face.

Wait a minute.

Taste?

Naruto bolted upright with a start, eyes widening. You weren't able to taste anything in this game! You couldn't smell anything, either! His fingers reached for a menu. Nothing happened. His hand swiped through empty air. When he looked for the timer in his peripherals, he found it had vanished. So, in fact, had all of the stats from his vision. That was his first realization that something had gone wrong. Terribly. Horribly. Wrong. There must have been an error of some sort, a mistake, a glitch or maybe-

"Papa?"

He froze.

Every fiber of his being went rigid as a thin, soft, reedy little voice filled the air. His head twitched, his neck longing to turn and confirm what he'd just heard. He didn't want to look. Should he look? Did he dare? Almost against his will, he did just that, succumbing to the burning curiosity. Ignoring the sudden stinging sensation in his eyes, Naruto Uzumaki turned, half-expecting to find nothing. Surely this was some fever dream, or an illusion, a product of his own hyperactive imagination, strained to the breaking point by all this stress.

Yui's small face looked up at him, her large grey eyes full of warmth and confusion. As he looked on, baffled, she tilted her head.

Then she spoke again.

"Would you like some more tea?" a tiny hand rose, offering him the teapot.

Naruto blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

...

...

...what the hell?!"

Then his eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out.

A/N: Aaaaaaaaaand there we go! An ageless, immortal, or at the very least, ridiculously hard to kill, Uzumaki Naruto, in the Overlord Universe. Expect all sorts of hell to break loose in the most silly and inane of ways! I eagerly await your reviews and responses to both that fic, and this! Don't worry, some scenarios may prove quite different from the one in the show, but I want to dedicate a full chapter to each at the least, not to mention the INSANITY that will come about when Naruto inevitably encounters Ains himself. Look forward to it, ya know!

So...in the Immortal Words of Atlas...

...Review, Would You Kindly? And of course, enjoy the preview! Hope it makes you smile. And Review! Or face the wrath of TOHKA! BAHAHAHA! I'm also switching things up here! Tis a short one, but there are two!

(Preview)

"All Hail the Sage of Six Paths!"

"Banzai!"

As one, the knelt.

"All hail the supreme one!"

"Banzai!"

Naruto blanched, mortified.

"HEY! Guys, c'mon! Don't bow!"

"Holy crap a skeleton?!"

Had Ainz Ooal Gown possessed eyelids, he would have blinked.

...what?"

R&R!=D