Momonga suddenly sits up, looking around in confusion. He is sitting in a bush along a paved road, with neatly trimmed grass on either side.

What the..?

He looks down at his bony hands and flexes them, then up at the clear blue sky. Bird song carries over from a small patch of trees behind him, and he smells the pleasant scent of fresh grass.

Did they delay the shutdown? Where am I?

Momonga pulls himself up, noting the staff of Ainz Ooal Gown in his hand. A gentle breeze blows, tossing the ends of Momonga's grand cloak this way and that. Momonga scratches his chin as he looks around.

The road going left ends at a large domed building, with a schoolbus parked in front of it. To his right the road stretches and curves into the distance.

Something is wrong. Something is off. Momonga raises a bony hand to access the menu, but nothing happens.

What are the devs doing? Is this some kind of cruel joke?

Force quit, Call GM, nothing is working. It's like...

Momonga can feel his confusion start to morph into panic. He again examines his surroundings, trying desperately to figure out what is so wrong with where he is.

Then it hits him like a bullet train.

I can smell.

He drops the staff of Ainz Ooal Gown and his jaw.

No DMMORPG on the market has scent. Not only is the technology to have scent nonexistent, but it's outlawed. To protect players from thinking it's actually reality. Then why...?

His panic approaches the breaking point, but just before he screams his fear to the void, it disappears. His jaw slowly closes.

Punette Moe would be ashamed of me, losing my cool like that. I just need to calmly assess what has happened.

I was was sitting on the Throne of Kings waiting for the forced log off, then, I'm sitting in a bush. So my location was forcibly changed by some unknown force.

I can smell, and looking around, this grass does not seem to be pixels. In addition, I can feel the breeze flowing through the holes in my head. So it would be impossible for this to be a game. And yet..

Momonga looks down, opening his robe. His fleshless ribs and sternum greet him, along with the jewel floating where his stomach would be.

If this is not a game, how do I function?

After a few minutes of experimenting, Momonga has learned a few things.

This can't possibly be a game.

His body makes no sense, at all.

In this strange place his magic still works, like a muscle he never knew he had. His spells and all their data, from cool down time to area of effect, are instinct to him.

His inventory is still there.

All these combined, convince Momonga that he isn't helpless, but he needs to figure out what has happened, and why. He needs to learn just where he is.

As Momonga ponders his next step, a figure appears, sprinting with great speed out of the domed building.

The figure is garbed in armor that can only be described as Gundam meets medieval Knight, without a helmet. As the figure nears, Momonga can see it is a young man, likely Japanese, wearing glasses and a look of utter desperation.

Perhaps this young man can tell me where I am? Though he seems to have troubles of his own. Perhaps a trade?

Momonga waves his hand and casts a quick (and tier 4, so weak), appraisal spell. The results appear in his mind directly, and make his nonexistent brow furrow.

Name:Iida Tenya

Age:15

Quirk:Engine

Occupation:Student

Fighting style: Close combat

Estimated level: 12

Quirk? Estimated level? What is this?

Momonga is lost in thought until the young man, Iida, takes notice of him and yelps. He trips and skids a moderate distance along the ground, ending in a heap.

Momonga takes a few steps to reach him and offers a hand as the young man starts to rise.

"Hello, my name is Momonga. I was hoping to strike a deal with you."

Iida stares at him for a few seconds, before slowly pulling himself to his feet. Ignoring the offered hand.

"I don't strike deals with villians." He says, backing up a few steps. Momonga lets his hand fall and cocks his head to the side.

"What makes you accuse me of being a villain?" Momonga asks, inwardly wondering if this boy could possibly know of Ainz Ooal Gown.

"Are you saying you are not?" Iida asks, before shaking his head. "I don't have time for this! My class is in mortal danger!"

"Perhaps I could help you, all I would ask for my help-" Iida cuts him off, dashing down the road. Momonga stands there a few moments before looking toward the domed building.

"Mortal danger he says." Momonga remarks, stroking his chin. I could go and lend my assistance anyway? Someone is bound to be grateful and agree to answer some questions. I can appraise from afar and if the foes appear to troublesome I can simply seek help elsewhere.

With his course of action decided, Momonga utters a quick,

"Fly"

before rushing into the sky toward the domed building.

Aizawa Shouta has had an awful day. The worst part of it though? Getting pinned to the ground while stopping some raving villain from melting Asui's face off with his quirk.

He honestly wasn't sure how he was still conscious, raw stubbornness probably. Asui didn't seem to be able to move at the moment, Midoriya and Mineta frozen in the same terror.

"You're so cool Eraserhead," the villain mocks with a grinning voice. His visible eye raises to the creature that pinned Aizawa, a horrible wall of muscle with onyx flesh, a beak, and an exposed brain.

"Finish him." The villain orders. Aizawa feels the hand gripping his head flex, and then he is falling through the air.

"-ortation!" He hears, as something arrests his fall, catching him. He can barely move he is so injured. He can feel the arm holding him shift slightly. Looking to his rescuer he beholds a grinning skull, with unnatural spikes and ridges decorating it. Giving it a wholly evil appearance.

The skull turns to him and he realizes he is dead. For he is staring into the burning eyes of death itself.

"Are you alright?" Death asks with concern in his tone. Aizawa has no answer. Death studies him for a moment and then reaches his hand, made entirely of bone, into an apparent rift in space. He pulls a small bottle filled with a red liquid from the rift and the rift closes as his hand retracts.

Death studies the potion for a moment before nodding and uncorking it.

"Here," He says, offering the opened bottle to Aizawa. "Drink."

Who is he to refuse Death? Aizawa takes the potion with a barely functional arm and brings it to his mouth, and begins slowly drinking.

Death is strange.

After downing the bottle Aizawa feels the arm of Death drop him, and he nimbly lands before realizing he was critically injured just a moment before.

"My name is Momonga." Death speaks, with a deep baratone that is both regal and intimidating. "What is the cause for this conflict?" He asks. And only then does Aizawa look again to the battlefield.

All combat has ceased. The remaining villains and his students all staring dumbly at 'Momonga'. The mist villain has eyes the size of saucers and seems to have shrunk into himself. Shigaraki has his head cocked to the side, an unreadable expression hidden beneath his hand-mask.

Of his three students present, two are gaping at the mysterious Momonga while the third seems to have fainted, a look of terror on his purple-mask clad face.

The nomu is where it was before, it's hand plunged into the ground where Aizawa's head had been a few seconds ago. It's expression is slightly different than it was. Though the facial expression is the same, it's eyes are firmly locked on Momonga and a look of nigh desperation can be seen past the sheer madness in its gaze.

"Well? Isn't anyone going to answer my question? You do not fight without cause, do you?" Momonga repeats.

"You look really cool, but you are in our way." Shigaraki geastures to him with one hand, and violently scratches his neck with the other. The nomu heeds the order and a moment later is flying at Momonga.

Momonga is struck in the skull with all of the nomu's strength, but remains unmoved. Aizawa breaks out of his daze as the nomu begins raining blows down on Momonga. He sprints to his students, feeling better than he has in years.

Shigaraki meets him part way and makes a grab for him, but feeling fully rested and better than he has felt in years, Eraserhead is a very different animal. With a few swings of his damaged capture weapon, Shigaraki is sent flying headfirst into the ground, bound and shouting. He disappears into a portal and Aizawa makes it to his shell-shocked students.

"What are you standing there for!" He shouts, lifting the unconscious Mineta with an arm. "Get moving!" He shoves Mineta into Asui's arms and turns again to Shigaraki and the mist villain.

Both are staring at the nomu, who is still raining bone-shattering blows on a bored looking Momonga. Or at least Aizawa thinks bored looking, hard to tell.

Just then a mighty crash sounds from the door to the USJ. And in steps a certain figure.

"DO NOT FEAR"

Aizawa lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. The nomu ceases its punching, both it and Momonga turning to the unexpected arrival.

"WHY?"

The students cheer loudly, the joy and relief audible in their voices. Momonga completely turns his back to the nomu and waves his hand.

"Hoh." He mutters, hand on chin. "Interesting."

"BECAUSE I AM HERE."