The Conquest of the Great Tomb of Nazarick - 4

Momonga's heart was pounding in his chest as he looked around at the empty field. It took him a moment before he realized that they were safe. The adrenaline was still coursing through his veins, but a wave of relief washed over him, allowing him a moment to breathe. Only moments before, he had been surrounded by countless low-level mobs, his health bar dwindling down to a single health point. But in the blink of an eye, they had vanished, leaving no trace behind. Tentatively, he looked around, and indeed, there were no more auto-spawning mobs. The empty field held no one but the guild members of Ainz Ooal Gown. They had survived, all of them.

"Roll call!" He called out.

As each name was called out, Momonga felt his anxiety slowly dissipate. He was relieved to hear that everyone was present and accounted for.

"Did they do it?" Tabula had asked the question they were all wondering.

As if called by his question, in a flash of light, the remaining five members of Ainz Ooal Gown appeared. Peroroncino, Touch Me, Amanomahitotsu, and Blue Planet tensed up but relaxed upon seeing familiar faces. Shirou, on the other hand, was lying down.

Momonga rushed to his side and shook him, but he remained unresponsive.

"Emiya-san! Are you alright?! Come on, say something!" Momonga continued, trying to wake him.

"Strange… Did he somehow run low on nanomachines?" Punitto Moe wondered, echoing the same thought the others were thinking.

For some members of Ainz Ooal Gown, the sudden occurrence was not too concerning. This was something that happened frequently, and there was no need to worry or panic. They'd figured that he got disconnected and would be back soon enough. However, for those who knew the truth about Shirou's condition, there was a sense of concern that began to bubble up. It was clear that this was the first time something of this magnitude had happened to their friend, so it was understandable that they were worried.

Peroroncino quickly joined Momonga's side to try and wake up their friend while the rest waited on the sidelines, bracing themselves.

After what seemed like an eternity, Shiruo stirred.

"Momonga-san?" He said softly, as if he had just woken up. "Did… we do it?"

Momonga felt his heart nearly skip a beat upon hearing and seeing that Shirou was alright. With Peroroncino's help, the two Heteromorphs helped their friend back up to his feet.

"Yes. You guys… did it." Momonga spoke softly, but his voice carried through and was heard by everyone.

It took a few seconds before the news finally settled into their heads, and when it did, they celebrated. Jubilation bubbled within them, and they all let it out. Their cries of elation and joy carried with the wind, echoing through the field. They had done it. They had taken down one of the most challenging dungeons within all of YGGDRASIL in one attempt.

Some laughed maniacally, but the clear joy in their voices could be felt.

Others were whooping and hollering at the top of their lungs, screaming profanities at the shitty devs.

A couple shook hands and patted one another on the back—a job well done.

A few were high-fiving and hugging one another.

Many did their own thing, such as Peroroncino raising both of his middle fingers in the air, waving them around, and yelling all manner of nonsense.

Amidst the guild's celebration, Momonga silently watched them all. Seeing them all happy warmed his heart.

"You did it." He whispered to Shirou.

"I think you mean, we did it." Shirou softly shook his head.

Momonga smiled contently.

He was right, they had all contributed. Every single last one of them.

Today was their victory. Today was Ainz Ooal Gown's victory, their first of many for the coming future.

It took a few minutes before the adrenaline and excitement died down, but the buzz persisted.

"We've beaten the dungeon, so where do we go from here?" Bukubukuchagama asked.

"I think that might be a good indication." Punitto Moe pointed in a direction. He was pointing to the sky, where a clear circular beam of light shone down.

It was a waypoint.

"At least we know where to head now." Commented Nishikienrai.

"We should at least heal ourselves. Just in case." Ulbert suddenly suggested.

"What? You think there might be another boss at the very end?" Luci*Fer sarcastically quipped.

"With how the dungeon went and the shitty dev's track record, I wouldn't put it past them to try some other crazy bullshit at the end when we think we've finally won." Ulbert snorted.

A few mumbled in agreement with the goat Heteromorph's words. If the last hour or so had taught them anything, it was that the shitty devs could be real sadists if given the chance.

"I suppose there is only one way to find out." Touch Me prompted.

As one, the guild marched forward toward the glowing symbol. Ulbert's words did unsettle a few of them, as the Players could definitely see the developers doing something like that to pull the rug from under them. And so, Ainz Ooal Gown continued forward eagerly but cautiously.

As they approached the end of their journey, they stumbled upon a small grassy ruin with old archways and tiled floors. It was a sight to behold, with its ancient ruined walls and crumbling structures. But what caught their attention the most was the marvelous throne at the center of it all. The throne was carved from a single gigantic obsidian crystal, and it sparkled in the sun. And there, sitting on the throne, was a small but exquisitely crafted gilded and silver crown. It was a truly remarkable find, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at the beauty of it all.

As the entire guild approached it, a massive victory screen appeared before them and read:

[Congratulation Players!]

[You have cleared The Great Tomb of Nazarick! For conquering and defeating the nigh-impossible simultaneous attack dungeon on your first try with your entire party remaining, a 95% increase in loot drop will be given as a reward.

You have also earned ownership rights to the Guild Homebase: Great Tomb of Nazarick and its immediate surroundings. With a total of 2950 levels granted for NPC creation. (2400 base + 550 bonus)

For completing this dungeon with a recommended level of 90+ in one attempt, you have received the World Item: The Throne of Kings and The Crown of Worlds.]

As one, the entire guild was rendered utterly speechless. YGGDRASIL's facial limitations did nothing to hide the sheer shock and awe that everyone felt. A few even choked on their own breath, Momonga especially, after reading the numerous and ludicrous amounts of rewards they would be receiving. But none could topple the fact that they received not just one, but two World Items! For a solid minute, the members of Ainz Ooal Gown were rooted in place as their minds processed their winnings.

Celebration broke out again, this time surpassing their previous one.

"Are you serious?!"

"Two World Items?!"

"Hahaha! Take that, you shitty devs!

"First try, eat your heart out, ya bastards!"

"Yahoo!"

The atmosphere was electric as everyone shouted and cheered, renewed by the victory message. Laughter filled the air as the Players laughed at it all, unable to contain their sheer happiness and the absurdity of the situation. Momonga couldn't help but feel overwhelmed - he wasn't sure whether to cry or laugh at it all. Quietly, he made his way over to the World Items, delicately running his fingers along the crystal throne and crown. It was a moment he would never forget.

The World Items that they, Ainz Ooal Gown, had won together.

"Oi, what's our fearless leader doing here all by his lonesome?" Making their way over were Warrior Takemikazuchi, Touch Me, and Punitto Moe.

"Nothing. I'm still trying to wrap my head around this. It just feels… surreal. I'm almost afraid that this is a dream and that I might wake up any second now." Momonga reflected.

"Well, unless we're having the same dream all together at once, I would say this is quite real." Touch Me wittily remarked.

The Players all chuckled at the World Champion's jest.

"I would also like to take this time to apologize to you, Momonga-san." Punitto Moe suddenly said, drawing the surprise of the others.

"Apologize? Moe-san, there's nothing to—"

"Please let me finish, if not for yourself, then for me." The Death Vine politely interrupted, his voice insistent. With reluctance, Momonga took a step back and allowed him to continue.

"If I'm being completely honest, I never had much faith in us clearing this dungeon. Not after learning it was a guild-base simultaneous attack dungeon. I half expected us to fail completely. And when we were fending off the sea of respawning mobs, I truly thought it was the end." He said, his gaze resting downwards as if he were ashamed.

A quiet moment settled before he continued, using it to gather his thoughts.

"I want to apologize, Momonga-san, for my rather cynical thoughts. While I was stewing in my defeatist attitude, you remained hopeful throughout the raid. Thanks to you, we are here because you never gave up. Today is your day, Momonga-san." Punitto Moe bowed to Momonga.

"Punitto Moe-san." Momonga began solemnly, touched by his friend's words. He reached out and patted his shoulder in reassurance. "There is nothing for you to be sorry about. I understand your feelings, and I will admit that this entire raid was a gamble on my part as well. So please, don't feel ashamed for thinking that way. However, you were wrong about one thing. Just like you, I was plagued with doubt and uncertainty." Momonga confided.

Momonga's gaze landed on Shirou, who was being hugged to death by Peroroncino and Bukubukchagama. While the latter was trying to free herself, Shirou appeared content and just shook his head in amusement.

"But as a great friend once said to me… to believe in you all. And I—no, we were rewarded because of that. So raise your head high, Punitto Moe-san. I couldn't have done it without all of you and it is thanks to everyone that we are here celebrating. This victory today is as much my victory as it is yours, my friend. We won this day." Momonga rested his hands on his friend's shoulder.

"I... Thank you, Momonga-san." Punitto Moe bowed again, unable to truly express his words of gratitude.

"Emiya-san was right, you have the makings of a great leader, Momonga-san." Touch Me remarked on the side.

"Never doubted you for a second, Momonga-san!" The samurai bumped the Overlord's shoulder affectionately.

Momonga chuckled bashfully, accepting the heartfelt praise.

"After everything we've been through, we need to end this with one last hurrah." Warrior Takemikazuchi vocally mused.

An idea struck him, and he yelled out, catching everyone's attention.

"Everyone! Gather around, let's take a picture to commemorate this!"

The others postponed their celebration as they gathered around the World Item. As they stood around it, a question arose; who would sit on the covetous throne?

"Come on, Momonga-san, take a seat." Touch Me urged, patting the crystal throne.

"M-me?" The undead Player squeaked.

"Of course, who else? The shitty devs were kind enough to provide a throne for you and a crown to boot. It's your right ole' glorious Guildmaster, Momonga-sama." The Nephilim teased.

"That's right, Momonga-sama, take your rightful seat." Peroroncino joined in.

"Yeah, Momonga-sama, what are you waiting for?" Nishikienrai added.

The atmosphere was jovial as the other members quickly joined in on the teasing, deferring to the undead Player with the change of honorific. Although he felt humbled by their teasing, he was also a bit embarrassed.

"Guys, stop." He flushed.

"Then stop being so difficult on yourself. Hurry up and sit your ass on the fancy chair already, Momonga-sama." Ulbert grumbled, but there was no heat to his words. Momonga also had the distinct impression that he was smiling at the undead Player's expense.

"Fine, fine." He relented, and the rest cheered on as he sat on the Throne of Kings. As he lifted the crown from the seat, an idea came to him.

"Emiya-san, I would like you to do the honors." He said over the crowd. It seemed only fair and right in his mind that his first friend would be the one to bestow this honor upon him.

"I… It would be my honor, Momonga-sama." Momonga could feel his surprise turn into appreciation in his words, even with the teasing undertone.

Momonga gently handed the crown over to Shirou and humbly kneeled before his friend. All around them, the rest of Ainz Ooal Gown watched in silence and anticipation, bearing witness to the historic moment.

"Momonga-san." Shirou's voice resonated with a rich, deep baritone as he began to speak. "Through unity, we have conquered this perilous dungeon, but it was thanks to your valor that we drew our strength. Even when all hope seemed lost, you did not waver in the face of a near-certain defeat. You imparted your trust in us as we did in you. And from it, we emerge together and victorious. Thus, it is my honor to formally anoint you as the one and true leader of Ainz Ooal Gown. To those who wish to say otherwise, speak now or forever silenced!"

None dared so much as to make a sound. Their silence was all the answer that was needed.

A moment of silence passed before Shirou continued.

"We have all spoken. Then rise, Momonga, the one true leader and Guildmaster of Ainz Ooal Gown!" Shirou proclaimed as he laid the exquisite crown on top of Momonga's skeletal head. The crown resized to fit him perfectly and equipped itself automatically. A small window popped up, displaying its stats and abilities, but Momonga paid no attention to it and closed it without even glancing at the window.

He would have time for it later. For now, he wanted to spend time with his friends.

"Momonga-sama! Momonga-sama! Momonga-sama! Momonga-sama! Momonga-sama! Momonga-sama! Momonga-sama! Momonga-sama! Momonga-sama!"

Momonga rose from his kneeling position, and the cheers and applause of his comrades echoed in Momonga's ears. The sound of their admiration and celebration filled him with joy, elevating his spirits with each passing moment.

Momonga was fortunate that his skeletal face lacked the necessary means for proper facial animation. Had he possessed them, his entire face and neck would have turned a bright shade of red, akin to a ripe tomato, in both embarrassment and appreciation of their praise. Nevertheless, it did nothing to hamper the wide grin that stretched from ear to ear, radiating his delight as he basked in the warmth of his companions.

If they were going to defer to him like that, then he might as well play along.

"My friends! Today is a glorious day! Today we, Ainz Ooal Gown, have made our mark in history!" He began. "But I could not have done it without each and every one of your help. Yes, it was through unity that we conquered this perilous dungeon with naught but one attempt, and here we all stand. Twenty-nine of us began this journey, and all twenty-nine stand victorious in the end! A feat none other can so proudly boost! You have all placed your trust in me, and I have not and shall not disappoint you all." His voice pitched, growing in strength.

Momonga's voice grew more passionate as his speech continued, emboldening and empowering the once timid undead.

"Be assured, my comrades, this is just a single step in our journey. From this dungeon, we shall plant the seed of our accession! There will no doubt be many hardships and challenges in the future, but we will meet them all without fail. None shall hinder us, and none shall stop us. We shall continue and etch our name in the annals of history! Until all shall know the name AINZ OOAL GOWN!" Momonga declared right then and there.

Their response was just as fervent. His words ignited a fire within them, a determination and resilience fueled by the passion and conviction in his voice. They declared for him as he declared for them.

"And all I have to say to you all is this." The rest quieted down as Momonga began again, waiting for what other grand speech their friend would deliver.

"Thank you... my friends, thank you," Momonga said in a humble and genuine tone. The grandiose voice he had used for his previous speech was gone, replaced with something simpler and more human. In that moment, Momonga spoke with his true voice, expressing nothing more than his deepest gratitude to his friends and family.

The others were slightly caught off guard by the sheer sincerity and warmth in his voice. Each Player felt touched by his words and offered their heartfelt congratulations all around.

Looking back at the Throne of Kings, Momonga walked up to the stone steps and took his rightful seat on the World Item. Once again, he dismissed the pop-up window as an idea struck him.

He might have a little fun as well.

"As for my first decree, I hereby appoint Emiya-san as my second in command. Every good king needs a capable right-hand man. Are there any that disagree?"

Momonga quickly got his answer.

"Waahhooo! Alright, Emiya-senpai!" Peroroncino cheered, and the others quickly joined in.

"Yeah, Emiya-san, you heard Momonga-sama."

"That's right, we wouldn't want to make his majesty angry now, do we?"

Amidst the uproarious cheers and playful goads of his companions, Shirou relented and went along with the ride. The infectious energy emanating from his friends was too difficult to resist, and he found himself chuckling heartily at their jokes, swept away by the thrill of the moment. A sense of gratitude washed over Shirou, relishing the camaraderie and feeling of connectedness he shared with the guild.

"As you command, Momonga-sama." Shirou gave a playful and exaggerated bow before joining him and taking his place to the right of Momonga.

"For my second decree, let us immortalize this moment, my friends!"

The members of the guild scrambled to find the perfect spot along the Throne of Kings for their group photo. Momonga sat directly in the center, waiting patiently as each member tried to find the perfect spot to stand and pose. As they were busying themselves, Momonga took a moment to send a quick [Message] to Shirou.

"[Thank you, Shirou.]" Said Momonga out of nowhere. His sudden [Message] caught the Fake Player by surprise.

"[For what?]" He replied, hints of curiosity coloring his question. Momonga using his name without any honorific caught him in the moment.

"[Just… thank you.]" Momonga simply repeated, complete gratitude in his simple words.

"[…Any time.]" Shirou returned.

No further words were spoken, for none were needed. The two friends remained in comfortable silence, basking in the comradery of it all.

Finally, everyone found a spot they were most comfortable with. Momonga took up the center, with Touch Me to his left and Shirou to his right. Everyone else crowded around the Throne of Kings and the steps of the raised platform. Each member struck a unique pose, an alternate way of expressing themselves due to the facial limitations of the game.

Peroroncino stood tall with his arms and wings outstretched as if he were the king of the world.

Tabula extended one of his slick, webbed hands as if to declare an ominous vow.

Ulbert's posture mimicked that of a Shakespearean actor, with one hand placed over his heart and the other raised to the sky in a grand performance.

Touch Me adopted a valiant stance, with his sword pointing forward and his shield at the ready.

Bukubukuchagama held up two gelatinous limbs, two fingers on each limb stretched to form a 'V', and gave the camera two peace signs.

Yamaiko chose to pose with both her gauntlets raised, flexing her arms.

Warrior Takemikazuchi took a knee with both of his hands resting on a katana that was planted right in front of him, as if to pay respect to his liege.

Amanomahitotsu held both of his pincers high and clacked them, mimicking a crab.

Shirou was content to stand there, by his friend's side, ever vigilant and watchful. His right hand rested on Momonga's shoulder.

Momonga sat on the Throne of Kings with a dignified posture. He held his head high, his gaze unwavering, with his chest puffed out and his back straightened, exuding an air of regal confidence befitting the crown perched atop his skull. With his staff firmly grasped in one hand and the other lightly resting on the armrest of his throne, he projected an image of strength and power that commanded respect from all who beheld him.

A floating orb-like camera appeared and displayed a small timer. As the timer counted down, Momonga quickly emoted with a simple smiling face emoticon.

A second later, the camera flashed with a shutter-clicking noise. A soft notification rang in his ears. Typing on his console, he pulled up the picture.

The picture taken of them was immaculate, capturing all twenty-nine members of Ainz Ooal Gown. The memory of this day and moment was encapsulated in the irreplaceable photograph in his hand.

And for the first time in years, Momonga felt truly content.

As he gazed longingly down at the photo, it was not only contentment and happiness that filled him but also a feeling of apprehension and foreboding that weighed heavily on his mind. The words of his inner voice echoed relentlessly, '...Nothing lasts forever...', he said, and it was the truth. Perhaps, there will come a time when, for one reason or another, Ainz Ooal Gown might go their separate paths.

He has acknowledged them, yes, his fears and insecurity, and vowed that he would never let them rule him ever again, as they did before. But, never would he or could he be absolved of them. They still lingered within him, an inescapable part of his being.

Deep down, in his heart of hearts, a part of him wished that this moment would last forever.

But as the saying goes, all stories must have an ending.

Noble Phantasm and World Item Bio:

[Svalinn: The Shield that stands before the Sun – Divine Tier Shield.]: Barrier Noble Phantasm. Rank: (B++).

This Noble Phantasm has no concrete origin and is more in line with a Conceptual Weapon than an actual item. The YGGDRASIL created Noble Phantasm takes the form of a round golden shield. It is capable of negating and absorbing firebase attacks and store it within. The concept of this works very similar to turning a Noble Phantasm into a Broken Noble Phantasm, where Svalinn becomes imbued with the flames it absorbs and becomes quite unstable and volatile. Note: while Svalinn is capable to withstand most firebase attacks, certain level, and high tier spells and attacks can overwhelm it if the shield has already absorbed plenty of the fire based attack.

[Durindana Pilum: Ultimate Unbroken Spear – Divine Tier Spear]: Anti-Unit to Anti-Army Noble Phantasm. Rank: (A- to A).

This Noble Phantasms belongs to the Trojan Hero: Hector. In order to use Durindana to its fullest extent, the user must first fulfill two steps. The first is to invoke the Noble Phantasm's name and the second step is to throw the spear. Only when these two steps are accomplished does it retains its all piercing ability. Due to its legend and lore, Durindana is capable of piercing through almost anything that resembles a defensive skill or barrier. Depending on the classification. Durindana cannot pierce through the likes of true invincibility, whether it is a skill, spell, Super Tier magic, or World Item. Nothing short of several barrier style Super Tier spells and a few select World Items are capable of stopping Durindana cold in its tracks.

[The Throne of Kings – World Item]:

Cannot be moved outside of its designated dungeon: The Great Tomb of Nazarick.

Passive/Active Ability: Any Player regardless of their level may sit on the Throne. The Player sitting on the throne shall receive several buffs and enchantment while they remain seated. While on the throne the user has complete access to the Tomb of Nazarick, capable of viewing the various floors, teleport any and all allies or NPCs to a designated floor at will, any skills or tier magic used will only cost half of its original cost, and should the Player died on the throne they will be instantly revived back to full health and MP with a twenty-second immunity to all damage.

Note: With the usage of the revival mechanic of the Throne of Heroes; Players must wait two weeks upon the previous activation before it can be used again.

[The Crown of Worlds – World Item]:

Passive/Active ability: Protects the wearer from any and all status ailments spell and effect of 9th tier spell or lower. If worn by a Player with a magic caster or a sub category, the effects extend to Super Tier Magic and even certain World Items. Any and all spells the caster used while wearing the crown shall have their spell cost only one tier less than their original cost.

Addendum: if the wearer of The Crown of Worlds is also sitting on The Throne of Kings then all buffs and enchantments are doubled so long as the wearer remained seated on The Throne of Kings.

Authors Notes:

1. Perhaps one of the biggest alteration or expansion from the original would have to the characterization of Momonga. Much like with my previous chapter, I am putting a bit of emphasis on him and having him growing and changing. Culminating in what had happened in this chapter. The scene and idea went through several revisions and rewrites as I kept on getting new ideas to help flesh out his character. I wanted to show that just because Momonga acknowledges his shortcomings and inadequacies, that doesn't mean he's suddenly going to become this paragon of leadership immediately. His fear of letting go alluded to with the information that in canon his mother died at a young age and left him alone as a young boy, and the longing he felt when he was transported to the New World. Momonga still possesses them after becoming Guild Master and are a core component of his character. They are an intrinsic part of him, it's why he is who he is in the LN and anime. And always why he wonders and laments for his friends. Because at the end of the day, he truly misses them. While we never really dived too deep into it in the actual canon of the Overlord series, I wanted to try my own take on his character.

- I wanted to explore his canon source material, diving deep into his psychology. As I said, I did not want for it to be a one-note introspective. To have him going from shy and doubtful to suddenly become more self-confident and assuring in this chapter as we had last seen him tentatively taking on the role of Guild Master. This was to be the beginning of his evolution, but that change is slow and he is still capable of falling back into his usual habits and mindset if not more so with the sudden responsibility and expectation thrust upon him. Hence why some of the scenes feel rather fluctuated, going from hopeful in one to tense and rigorous in the other.

- I know I wasn't exactly being subtle with my visional metaphors in this chapters, but hey if it ain't broke don't fix it. The idea and concept of it play again into the theme of moving forward and growing up. Momonga represented by his child-self, to reflect on the message of him still a child in a way (himself growing up, but never truly maturing and growing as a better person. Still locked in his past and their consequences). A representation of his inner psyche. As he finally learns and comes to grips with his faults he takes his adult form, his true and real self. And in the end, he comes to acknowledges them, both the good and the bad and takes a step forward to become Momonga; his ideal persona and who he wishes to be as.

2. Shirou's character. Going back to point #1 I wanted to incorporate him into Momonga change. Not only his influence as a physical friend but also his inclusion in the story.

- The scene where Monomga reflects on what kind of a person Shirou was, was inspired by and acknowledging the source material of Fate. To those that may or may not know, Fate/Stay Night was originally supposed to be an eroge. Only to later be changed into a VN. I wanted to use those facets of his character and implement it into the story and Momonga characterization. That's always been the design and appeal to them, that the main characters be it Shirou or any other VN protagonist are made from the outset to be this ideal individual. Thus explaining the how's and why's they are likable and or well regarded in the world they inhabit. While not exactly flipping his characterization on his head or anything, it was more for an in-universe acknowledgment of Shirou's entire character.

3. The best and perhaps most ideal way of describing Shirou condition in YGGDRASIL would be drawing a comparison between him and Log Horizon world and "NPC" or People of the Land as they were referred to. He is essentially a part of YGGDRASIL while stilling possessing the abilities, such as menu screens, crafting, interacting with players, etc... as any normal players. He cannot log out and cannot access, say the YGGDRASIL forums or the Cash Shop as he's stuck in the virtual overworld. Also helping to explain some lingering threads and discrepancies with Shirou and his NPs. The reason Noble Phantasm's legend induced powers still work is that, much like in Log Horizon, while lore doesn't affect players, to NPCs, lore is real life. The flavor text would normally serve as a back drop for any normal games has a true effect on the world.

- After all, Durindana doesn't exactly have any special effects, but its the lore behind it allowed it to break a seemingly impossible challenge. I think we did a solid job with the explanation, but if yeah, if there is some confusion don't hesitate to make it known either through a pm or review.

4. Some of the changes here and there in the chapter ranges a bit as it does differ from the original source material. That is due mostly to help fit into my own narrative and ideas for the future of the chapter. And my own personal preference. I will admit the fact they earned two World Items is a bit convoluted and extremely coincidental and I will admit that it was more for the sake of self-fulfillment on my end and also another story element to be explored in the future. But don't worry, they won't be a one-off introduction. Going to the World Item, namely the Throne of Kings all we were really told about it was that it granted several boosts to the user. I decided to expand it a bit with my own preference, and yes those abilities chosen for the World item do have a purpose in the coming chapters. The Crown of Worlds was my own self created World Item, that I wanted to play on with the whole "king" esthetic and theme I was going for.

- While I was a bit cautious about including so many speeches, my beta did assuage some of my concern. As Zero has pointed out, "Momonga has a penchant for the Grandoise, no matter how much he tries to deny it. Look at Pandora's Actor." And he is correct in that argument as Overlord is known for is grandiose. Heck, if you go back to either the anime or LN, you can bet that there'll be a speech sprinkled in every odd chapter or a few speeches in every episode. As he also puts it "Ironically enough Overlord is one of the very few animes where you can get away with doing multiple speeches." Hopefully, they weren't too bothersome or repetitive.

And with that, that's the end of the chapter. Thank you all for reading. Please, do leave a review if you enjoyed it and if there are any mistakes, criticisms, or concerns. Any form of support is always appreciated and helps us to be motivated.

See you in the next chapter!