A/N Hey guys! Here's the first chapter! I hope you enjoy.

This fanfiction starts sometime after Ainz meets with the guardians for the first time, and they declare their loyalty. He is already Ainz instead of Momonga. Everything is the same, except Sebas's report of the surrounding terrain. Sorry about starting a bit past his arrival to the world, but I feel like I'd just write a copy of Volume 1. There is no real reason why the first events would proceed much differently.

Chapter 1 Part 1: Old Woman

Anna hobbled through the forest, collecting small sticks for firewood. Her family lived almost a mile away in a small trailer camp with almost fifty other people. They needed firewood to keep warm in the frozen tundra, so she and the other elders who were too old to do more difficult work spent their days in the snow, finding dry sticks where they could. It was difficult, especially for one so old as her. However, her father Anatoly had always taught her to keep fighting, no matter what.

She could hear his gruff voice even now, lecturing her in front of a roaring fireplace, her dangling on his knee. We do not complain. Bear through it, little Anna. Anna's weathered lips moved into a smile at the pleasant memory. It was one of the only pleasant ones she had to hold into in these dreary and tough times.

The old woman kept hobbling forward, picking up the best sticks where she could. Straight and dry were the best. All went into a polyester backpack slung over her shoulder, which looked quite out of place with the rest of what she was wearing: thick jacket made of some kind of furs, and an equally thick dress which was wide enough to leave her legs free to move easily.

Anna walked forward, hands brushing over occasional pieces of firewood, testing their strength before she moved on. Some were scooped up in passing and placed in the backpack. She moved through the forest, picking up sticks like a vacuum.

In front of Anna, a stick jutted half out of the ground at a right angle. It looked incredibly dry, and was big enough to feed a fire for an hour, so Anna hobbled over. She gave it an experimental tug, and felt it budge a little bit. She pulled harder, straining with difficulty to pull it out. It moved a couple inches. Anna pulled again, gritting her worn teeth against the back pain.

Her father's lessons applied, and the stick started to move out of the snow, still dry. The weather was so cold that the snow didn't melt at all, meaning that even things inside a snowbank were dry as bone.

Anna gave a final pull, and the stick came out. Exactly as the stick came out of the ground, there was a sudden bang, reverberated around the mountains and forests. The air around her shuddered and snapped, before springing back to normal. She stumbled back and fell over, startled. When she looked up again, all she saw was a massive, black stone wall. Her gaze traveled up. More stones. Hundreds. Thousands, forming a wall. The walls were richly decorated with gold and gemstones, but Anna didn't even entertain the thought of stealing one, such was the grandeur of the wall.

Her gaze traveled to the left a bit, and she saw the walls end in a giant gate. Through the gate, she saw a rich and mysteriously grassy courtyard, with about 40 giant stone statues lining a path down it, ending in a giant skeleton. The whole area was unbelievably grand, beautiful, and almost mystical. Anna's last thought before she was knocked unconscious by a mysterious force was: I should have left the damn stick in the ground.

Part 2: Ainz

Ainz waved his bony hand, causing the view to change to the left. He was looking at the Mirror of Remote Viewing, checking out the surrounding area. His hand twitched, and the view zoomed a couple hundred meters to the left. Ainz sighed, and lazily swished his hand in a circle, causing the camera view to go wild. He had been at this for almost an hour, attempting to scout out the nearby terrain, with no luck. He had been tempted to fly around himself, but the air was disgusting and visibility was poor, so he had decided against it.

Suddenly, the first movement he had seen in an hour flashed across the screen. He quickly maneuvered the view behind it, and cocked his head. It was some sort of mammal. A deer? I remember hearing about them in school. But didn't they have antlers and only four legs?

This deer had strange horn-like growths over its body, and an extra limb coming from its chest. Its coat was russet brown streaked with black and red. The deer seemed to maneuver elegantly, expertly climbing the rocky terrain with the assistance of its extra limb. It moved so fluidly that Ainz was convinced he had remembered about deer incorrectly, and that they did in fact have five legs.

The animal was fascinating, but Ainz had more important things to do. He was about to scroll away when the deer suddenly jerked. Blood fountained from its chest, and it reared, and then fell, sliding down the slope it had been climbing. Some sort of magic? What killed it? Was that a predator or a monster?"

He looked around, and then saw movement heading towards the body. The bushes were jerked aside, revealing the shape of a bipedal monster, walking towards the deer. It had two arms, two legs, but one of its arms was much longer than the other. Ainz watched with baited breath, knowing that this would be his first taste of the denizens of this world.

The figure stepped into light, revealing itself to be… a man. He held a stick-like weapons in his hand, which caused that arm to appear longer, and he was wearing synthetic clothing similar to Suzuki's clothes I mean MY clothes. It was grey, held onto the man's body by straps of a black material. The man wore a… Is that a breathing mask? Is he holding a Mag rifle? Aren't those only for Enforcers? Wait, don't assume we are on Earth. It seems impossible. But... maybe.

As Ainz watched, the man took a blade out of his pocket. He appeared to press a button, and the knife glowed blue. The snow falling near the blade melted, and the man moved his face away from it as well. However, the light sputtered out and died after a second. The man gave the knife a shake, and it glowed back to man proceeded to cut off the growths and extra limb from the deer, which he then left in the snow. A strange fluid part red with streaks of bubbling green leaked out of the deers severed limb.

The man tied together the legs of the deer with a thin cord, and left it for a second while he fished around his pockets. He pulled out three disks, and pressed buttons on each of them. The disks glowed green, and hovered into the air. He tied the ropes to the disks, causing them to sag in the air as they struggled to lift the deer. The man walked over to the deer and hoisted it on his shoulder. Assisted by the disks, he staggered away under the weight of the deer.

Ainz knew he didn't have long before the man walked out of the range of the Mirror

[Message]

"Sebas, please report. Where are you?" There is a human of unknown power 30 miles east of Nazarick. Are you nearby?"

"Ainz-sama! I am 45 miles west, near a frozen lake. Do you wish for me to broadcast my location?"

"Sebas, do you believe you could make it 30 miles east of Nazarick within ten minutes?"

"Perhaps if I used [Mind Over Matter], but I am not confident that would be sufficient. Do you desire that I attempt it?"

"No, Sebas, forget I asked. Please continue exploration. Prioritize stealth over anything else, understand."

"Yes, my lord."

Ainz terminated the [Message] and thought hard. He didn't have very long to catch the man, and he knew it was very important to capture him. What was it Punitto Moe-san always said? Information is the key to speedy victory. He pondered how accomplish his objectives while not placing himself at risk. I believe I am a good choice to go. I already know the teleportation location, and it'll save time for me to go as I won't have to share it or review anything with a Guardian. Also, as the only former human here, I think I'm the best choice to deal with another human. Sebas is too far away. But how to keep safe? I could summon some monsters or use Albedo's skill. That would work, no?

His mind made up, Ainz cast another [Message], revelling in the incredibly real feeling of casting even such an insignificant spell. A minuscule amount of mana flowed into the spell, and then the connection was made.

"Albedo, I have need of you. Please come to my chambers."

"Ainz-sama! You have need of me in your chambers? Do you want me to remove my clothes, or leave them on? Perhaps you would like to rip them off yourself? May I be allowed bathe first?"

Ainz was confused for a second, and then he realized what she had thought.

"No, no Albedo. Nothing like that. Please, ah, leave your clothes on. I simply believe I may need your help with a task."

Albedo's response seemed quite dispirited.

"Very well, Ainz-sama. It is my pleasure to serve you."

Minutes later, the door opened and the beautiful succubus stepped through. Upon entering the room, she bowed before Ainz, spreading her wings so they were out of the way.

"My lord, I await your command."

"Ah, hello Albedo. Thank you for coming."

"Of course, I would always come at your request."

She looked coquettishly at him, yellow eyes dilating in a mesmerizing effect.

"May I ask why you summoned me to your chamber if not to-"

Ainz interrupted before she could finish the subject.

"-I noticed the first signs of inteligent life recently. There was an animal I believe is known as a deer, and a human with a weapon familiar to me. I have judged it important to retrieve him before he escapes, and I wanted to bring you for safety reasons. I am familiar with the weapon, but for reasons only understandable to a fellow Supreme Being, I don't know how deadly this weapon would be to us."

Albedo nodded, not willing to ask further questions when the wisest being in Nazarick had already assured her she would not comprehend.

"Shall I bring the World Item my Creator bestowed upon me?"

Ainz thought for a second, considering the possible benefits and negatives.

"No, I don't think that we will need to use its ability, so it is better to leave it."

"Of course."

"I trust you to be properly prepared, with your armor and your weapons in full condition. Please be ready as soon as possiblem, as our avenue of time is short. Meet me at the exit to Nazarick"

She bowed her head, and exited the room gracefully when Ainz dismissed her. Ainz twisted the Ring on his finger, causing the scenery to warp and shift. When the world reset itself, he stood at the exit of Nazarick, in the sun. Some distance away, he spotted the ground moving in waves, crushing trees against the walls of the Great Tomb as Mare's magic molded the earth to hide the Tomb from prying eyes. Ainz made a mental note to reward the boy when the time came.

Suddenly, he felt a mental tug as he was alerted that his Toxin Immunity was coming into play. Ainz looked around, confused. Toxin was different from Poison in that it was usually a field effect, rather than an attack modifier. For instance, it wasn't a spell, so much as a type of terrain. Ainz was startled from his thoughts on the existence of a Toxin effect by Albedo teleporting into existence beside him. She was dressed in her black armor, covering her body from head to toe.

She kneeled in his direction.

"Ainz-sama, we are ready."

Ainz nodded, and bid her to get up. After much fuss, she did. Ainz prepared to cast [Gate], once again looking forward to casting any sort of spell. As always, the fire of using magic filled him, exhilarating him in way that few things had before he became Momonga. The portal snapped into existence in front of him, and he stepped through.

Part 3: Igor Markovich

Igor groaned a little under his breath. Carrying the deer was difficult even with the assistance of Tekcorp drones, and the weight made him clumsy. As a result, he had slipped on a patch of ice, and staggered against a tree. That in itself was no problem- it happened frequently. What was a problem was that his radiation suit had torn open on his shoulder, leaving only some cotton between him and the radiation leftover from the 2130s.

He had to hustle home and try to scrounge a repair before he suffered negative effects. He looked at the marks where he had cut the growths off of the deer resting on his shoulders warily. Don't want to end up like the deer. He kept walking, one step at a time. Igor knew that the town was a few miles down the stream bed, and the knowledge that he was almost there filled him with strength.

He walked along the pebbled stream bed for approximately ten minutes, carrying the deer. With every step, he cursed, breathing out mist which landed on his beard and froze into icicles. Eventually, he reached the spot where usually sat and rested on his hunting runs. The spot was a flat place in the side of the riverbed, unlike the usual steep walls that were on either side of the river. A straggly tree lay there, with its cragged roots meeting in one place to form a flat seat. A small shelter was built nearby out of aluminum and poles.

Igor huffed, and managed to climb up the small incline. He walked on the dirt, avoiding the slippery stones, and stopped in front of the tree.

Igor eased the deer of his shoulder and turned off the Tekcorp drones to conserve battery life, and he leaned against the wide and comfortable tree trunk. He had sanded it down a while ago to be more comfortable. One of my better ideas.

He sat back, and started to inspect his suit. The hole was worse than he had originally thought, a wide gash stretching a few inches. He pulled out a piece of thread and started sewing the hole closed while he rested. Won't help much, but it's better than nothing.

His exposed fingers were numb from the cold, and his knitting was getting slower and slower. However, he was determined to finish the job. His grandma always told him: Bear with it, Igor. We do not complain. However, a cold wind blew, and the needle was blown from his fingers. it was whisked down the stream bed, flipping end over end in the strong wind.

Igor kept his eyes on the gleaming metal as it flew away, and crawled after it once it landed. Just as his hand closed on it once more, there was a bright flash of purple light. He glanced up, and his eyes widened at what he saw. A hole in spacetime had opened, glowing with purple and black light. The edges of the portal warbled and waved, but it still seemed to have a firm rectangular barrier. As he watched, the edges solidified into a solid rectangle.

He leapt to his feet, reaching for his Mag rifle. He picked it up and angled it towards the portal, prepared to shoot whatever came through. This must be some sort of Megacorp technology coming for me! His fingers were trembling and twitching on the trigger, part itching to shoot, part dreading it.

A black silhouette started to show in the portal, solidifying into a shape of a heavily armored feminine shape carrying a black mace which glowed with green light. However, at her waist, wings emerged. Igor blinked in confusion, but he couldn't ponder her possible identity as a furry for long. Behind her, a tall and broad silhouette emerged from the murky depths of the gate, carrying a staff. Fires burned where eyes should be, and instead of flesh, there was only bone. He swung his rifle between the two of them.

Igor closed his eyes for a second to get his bearings on reality. I'm just dreaming, I must be. This radiation must have gotten to me more than I thought! The monstrous skeleton stepped through the portal, which closed behind him. Igor got the feeling like a great evil had just stepped through dimensions and entered the world. Igor clutched his fingers into a fist, which he slapped against his thigh, a reflexive ward against evil taught to him by his grandmother, Anna.

"What are you? Am I dreaming?"

His voice rasped like he was dying. However, the monsters gave no response. Instead, the skeleton raised a hand.

[Detect Level]

Igor heard a grand and masculine voice echo forth.

"Hmm, he seems to only be level two. Pitiful. I'm sorry for making you waste your skill, Albedo."

"My lord, don't say such things! I value your safety above all other things! If I had let you be injured, if I had placed you in harms way…!"

The woman, who must be Albedo, placed gauntleted hands where a heart would be, and writhed with passion as she addressed the skeleton. Igor felt an inherent disgust at their allegiance, as if two fundamental opposites became one. The living and the dead. The skeleton raised his jewel bedecked hand again.

[Impact]

The rich voice was the last thing that Igor heard as a tremendous force buffeted his head. His last sensation was flying to the side, and skidding against the ground. The impact with the ground hit hard, and the world snapped to black.

A/N Hope you enjoyed! Leave reviews if you have a problem with some element of the story, I' will definitely respond. As always, Hail Ainz-sama.