Overlord: Asterran Empire

A very advanced and sophisticated machine surrounds a man, in a throne-like place.

But the room is gigantic in size, the machines crawling around sizing around like a giant network of machines, sleek and gray connected to a grandiose 3 meter tall silver throne.

Out of the room, It looks just like a city of machines, but seeing it as above the sky, a city, up in the atmosphere, a whole continent, up above the space, a whole mechanized planet was floating in a vast immense space, emitting a blue faint light.

But, going even farther, the mechanized planet was cradled in gigantical ring that guides the orbit of the planet from its home star. However the gigantical ring doesn't end at that. The ring cradles the world, but so is the other planets that orbits the star, all of the planet was connected to the gigantical ring, and yes, it was a grandiose and horrifying sight and manifestation of human imagination, an interstellar infrastructure called a "Dyson sphere".

Immense, indescribable, and alien.

This young man was a mad genius, his face couldn't be described by the word young man itself as he doesn't even look like a human.

His body was decorated by a military garb, sleek and red with a futuristic design.

He stands nearly 5 meter tall, and his sitting form enough measures to 3 meter tall.

An entity of a thwarting position, no amount of prestige could match.

That is his setting.

By settings is, by the lore of his character.

In real life he was just a young child who apparently reincarnated in one of the worst alternate realities of his beloved green and blue earth.

What's different about this earth is, this earth is nearing its end, pollution is listed as poisonous air, severe acid rain, chemical smogs, and clouds that covered the ray of life and light called sun.

People cannot go out of their safe place without wearing a gas mask.

Due to the countless wars happening a decade ago, ordinary people have suffered, rich people seized the government and became themselves.

Now the judiciary just doesn't work anymore.

I mean there's people still working but that is only a front.

Everything isn't available, food became scarce and turned it into a blob of nutrition tasteless jelly paste where you don't know where it's recycled from.

Being mindful of health is a luxury too.

Being reborn to such a world, the young man is really thankful that he was born from a rich man's legacy, albeit restrained.

You see, this young man's father is the CEO of one of the top conglomerates in the world.

This means his father could be considered as one of the world presidents, and he the son is like a prince of sorts.

However, he died together with his mother, like Batman™, yeah.

They're shot by a dude who looks like he had his face melted by being exposed to acid rain.

And he witnessed it.

But he saw it in his own two eyes how his lovely family was taken to him by a desperate dude who also knows soon he'll die.

In other words, someone is behind it.

Soon the guy was caught, only to be found dead in his cell.

The reasons? Suicide.

Afterwards some dude tried to be chill with him trying to manipulate him to waive his rights to the conglomerate as a whole, however he kept his hand to it, even if he doesn't really know how things work.

Well what do you expect from a guy who only graduated from highschool and was only living by part time jobs back in his original world.

But he knows better not to relinquish his father's legacy.

Until, the other party was desperate enough to reveal their hands and directly tried to threaten him until he gave up.

He wasn't Batman enough to fight the corrupt.

It turns out all his father's trusted aides were brought up, and betrayed him.

At Least they didn't directly kill him, which is fortunate for him.

And thus, he gave up.

He felt sorry toward his father and mother. They have a useless son like him. What can he do? He was powerless, what could be more worse than being powerless is to top it off with stupidity, he wasn't adept at strategies, so no use.

A cowardly dog that doesn't know how to bark and bite and can only act tough.

Now, he was just living his life isolated in his room, indulging in games.

An Ultimate Neet!

But if you think he wasn't planning anything…you're right he is.

He was just wildly playing as a useless heteromorphic race in one of the banger games called "Yggdrazil".

It was a DMMO-RPG (Dive Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game) developed in Japan.

He was proud for a second his original country(he is American in this life) back in his first life managed to pull something like that, when it's collapsing due to some hidden history in WW4

Infamous as the game was, its degree of customization made YGGDRASIL so popular that at one point in Japan, the word "DMMO-RPG" was practically synonymous with YGGDRASIL.

The DMMO-RPG's feature ignited the creative spirits of its Japanese players and sparked what would later be known as a Stylistic Revolution.

And he's a fan of those Japanese players, so much so he let them design some of his things which would be revealed later.

On the other hand, the game had been active since it launched in 2126.

In the current year, 2138, however, the game's community had lost the vibrancy it once had.

As a result, the remaining players still playing YGGDRASIL met their final day online.

And that day is today, unfortunately.

However, things weren't bad for him, as his plan was about to bore results.

Yes, for the first time in his two lives he planned.

A very long time plan.

His plan is simple because he's stupid, but it needed most important component parts to be brought by money. A huge amount of money, which he still has access to due to the other parties seizing his control to the conglomerate, was lenient to him.

In this age money is happiness after all, well back in his past world it's the same.

His plan is to earn his way to the new world by owning a world item.

But owning a world item, means he'll become the enemy of thousands to millions of freaking crazy strong players from all sorts of races with all sorts of Strategies that his sorry stupid late ass won't be able to beat.

(What he meant by late is, he only learnt of Yggdrazil five years ago and that means he has only five years until the game shuts down.)

So he for the first time decided to use his two braincells and bought shares of the Yggdrazil developer company.

The other parties(enemies) didn't mind as they don't really see suspicious things in his movements other than seeing him being a big fan of this game and they treat the money he spent as just pocket money anyways, like damn this jerks! They treat ten million dollars as pocket money!

First he bought shares, second he brought his own server, and third hire developers and Artists.

The first is already self explanatory, he did that to have his way to the game.

Second, the world of Yggdrasil is purely fantasy and magic. Well, there's a bit of scifi there, but he plans on inserting himself to the game as an alien civilization, a world apart from the world tree Yggdrasil.

The third well, that's where those developers and Artists will prove their worth, designing and making the visual of his plan.

Once all of that was done, all he needed was in his hands.

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"It's about time…"

He waved his hands and a panel displaying his status appeared before him.

Name: Emperor Aman

Race: Asterran (Heteromorphic/Humanoid Android)

Level: 100

A Humanoid Android of an Advanced civilization

Ability Chart:

- HP (Hit Points): 95

- Energy Points (EP): 90

- Physical Attack: 85

- Physical Defense: 100

- Psionic/Magic Attack: 95

- Psionic/Magic Defense: 85

- Agility: 85

- Resistance: 100

- Special Ability: 80

Racial Level:

- Asterran Emperor (Level 10)

- Psionic Entity (Level 10)

- Cybernetic Overlord (Level 10)

- Adaptive Android (Level 10)

- Machine God (Deus Ex Machina) (Level 10)

Job Level:

- Psionic Master (Level 10)

- Advanced Scientist (Level 10)

- Technomancer (Level 10)

- Battle Commander (Level 5)

- Master Tactician (Level 10)

- Eternal Sovereign (Level 5, Hidden Class, Locked)

"Now, I'll just bid my time until the games shut down ... And then I will have real power."

All his plan will come to fruition once he was able to transfer all of his work to the new world.

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Sitting in his custom made world item throne, much like the world item that was in the possession of the guild of Ainz Ooal Gown the throne of kings, the one who was sat upon by Momonga the main character of the Overlord series himself.

He has made his very own throne befitting of him and this throne will pave the way to the new world where a new adventure awaits, all sorts of people to meet.

Although all of this is a result of money, and not really hard work, well all of those poor developers and employees have compensated the need for blood and sweat so it doesn't matter.

(Being filthy rich is the best, albeit restrained!)

Excitement overcomes his being just by thinking about it, he thought all of those days were worth living for, and he has come this far.

"There's no need to fear for my life every second….."

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He remembered the day when he first opened his eyes and the eyes of his mother and father were watching above him.

He remembered the day when they were killed, when he was reminded of how life was unfair.

His past life where he was a loser and even now he was still that loser.

He can't let go of that identity, he lost and that's it.

But soon he will recover that very thing he lost.

His very pride.

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".....Haha…..Things will become interesting now."

With a thought, a command was passed and soon an asterran teleported at the terminal near the entrance of the throne room. The movement to crucial places of the Asterran planet was done through teleportation terminals, but this terminal isn't really used that much as every denizen of the Empire of Asterran is connected to each other and information flow wasn't a problem.

"Sir, pardon me, I believe you already know, but it appears one of the special items you've left intentionally outside our domain was well….gone."

Alfred, an Asterran direct servant of the Emperor Aman himself, said to him.

Every Asterran might be unique when it comes to their individual consciousness and colors but aside from that, every Asterran bore the same features all were perfected to perform extremely efficiently.

"I do, it was my plan to, Alfred." Aman said.

"What exactly are you planning, your highness?"

"I plan nothing(for real), Alfred. My aim is to see a new place, that's all(literally)."

(I mean what do you expect from me? Conquer everything when I literally order and custom made my intergalactic empire? I'll just slack off and have fun.)

"I see, would you like a company, your highness?"

"I'll refrain."

"But your highness-!"

"You misunderstood me, Alfred, I foresaw myself in no danger hence I judge this new place is free of it.

"But please allow a stealth fleet to accompany you, your highness."

"Hm, very well. I'll allow it."

"Thank you for your kindness, your highness."

(This damn conversation with NPCs is damn tiring, do I have to act like Momonga when I'm in front of them? Nevermind, I'll do it, might as well not risk a rebellion from them.)

"Uh- actually dismiss that order, Alfred."

"Your highness?"

He looked down upon Alfred, and stood up from his regal throne.

"Let's depart then."

"Your highness?" Alfred looked at his master, confusion can be seen on his movements, confused at his master's plan. "Wait! Your highness!"

With that Alfred pursued his master who in the blink of an eyes moved instantly to his personal teleportation terminal.

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"Where the f*ck are we?" he said outloud.