In the multiverse of Yggdrasil, there was a name that became a legend on its own. An entity who rose from the dust and reached the pinnacle of his lifeform. Just by hearing his name, any hero would have nightmares. However, that was just a legend back then. The undying ruler of Nazarick was all alone, waiting for his own end at the time Ragnarok. Until that happened... Note : This story follows the story of Ainz Ooal Gown who is an actual undead being of untold powers than a digital being. And his adventures in the world with his undead minions.
Yggdrasil, the world tree, an abstract existence that once had countless leaves on it and home of millions of different races. Though the tree had a cyclical nature where it would once die, only to come back with a completely new life. It met a monster who challenged the order of its existence.
A hungry beast who devoured its leaves one by one and left the tree with countably 209 leaves.
Though each leaf had the power of an entire world, only 9 leaves survived against this monster. The remaining 200 leaves fell into these 9 worlds and transformed into the artifacts of worldly powers, thus known as World Artifacts.
Now it was the goal of every entity, regardless of their race to find these Artifacts and protect these items.
Many heroes, demigods and pantheons fought over these artifacts. After all, those who held these artifacts could change the world itself without restrictions. As these artifacts had survived against the might of that "Great Devourer", they would even grant worldly protections against the said monster as well as the abilities of each other.
However, there was only one entity or his group of misfits who gathered most of these artifacts compared to others. And that person was...
Ainz Ooal Gown.
A name that even heroes whispered with fear and just their presence would make a pantheon to reconsider their odds of winning.
But that was only just their past.
Slowly and steadily, they caught up to their ages. Those who were once immortal had chosen a final rest in peace. No more resurrections, no more eternal youth, no more elixirs and no more adventures.
They wished for a place to put themselves at a point of eternal rest. And so their leader granted it, no matter how much he wept in his heart.
He made their mausoleum inside the Nazarick and secured their spirits from the hands of gods, or else they would use them for their own gain.
Taking care of their tomb on his own, the guildmaster of Nazarick took the mantle of his guild. Their name itself and became the great terror for this dying tree of worlds.
After all, Ragnarok was approaching.
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In the great throne room of Nazarick, which was basically underground at 10th floor, the guildmaster was watching a book with keen interest.
For those who didn't know, it looked similar to ancient book of unknown powers, but that was far from truth. For it was the album of his past friends. Normally, in his empty time Ainz mostly watch the past pictures of their adventures. He wanted to reward that mortal who invented the camera and let record the memories of his friends.
He knew that in few hours, he would not be able to travel around the 9 worlds. Thanks to the protection of World Artifacts, he and his friend's creations would survive the end of this multiverse.
Though he hoarded enough items, species, magical items, tomes and other items to experiment in his empty time.
After all, the next Yggdrasil would take too much time to grow and while he loved to see the beginning of the new multiverse, Ainz would still feel boredom.
Outside of his great tomb, the nine worlds were going through a cosmic catastrophe all over the places. The Ragnarok was covering every single piece of location.
His guardians were currently watching the said lightshow while he was enjoying his hard to get empty time over this photo album. Until he heard the sounds of approaching footsteps...
With a subtle movement of his skull he watched the said person who dared to disturb in his most important work.
An elegant woman in white dress with jet black hair and wings, a world class beauty approached him.
"My lord, a problem has occurred!"
Her voice wasn't fake and for a moment Ainz took her words as a possibility of another great battle until her next words brought only confusion.
"The great underground tomb has changed its position !"
For a second, Ainz thought that he misheard her words as he only uttered.
"What do you mean, Albedo?"