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Reborn as Albedo

My first attempt at something like this... I don’t really know how to start this and I don’t know how this is going to continue in the long run so please don’t be surprised if many things are still undecided. English isn’t my first language and my knowledge of most novels, animes and other series I am going to use is fairly limited, so please tell me any mistakes I make. I appreciate any criticism you have, because it is the only way to get better. My uploads are also going to be fairly random... probably. Now to the story: I am not confident enough to develop my own set of characters so I chose the easy option of reincarnating the mc as an already existing one. And who would be better suited for that role than a character that gets reduced to a harem member in most fanfictions. Namely... Albedo (Overlord) The story starts out in an Overlord AU where none of the Supreme Beings remained until the end of Yggdrasil, so our resident Overseer has to take the things into her own hands. I plan to send The Great Tomb of Nazarick to other worlds later in the story, because I am not confident enough in my own imagination to fill this fanfiction with only one world. The power system is going to be that of Overlord and Albedo is going to be able to access the player interface and learn new things in form of skills and class levels. But nothing is set in stone and everything I have just written might very well change in the future. I hope you enjoy the story. ( I don’t own anything except for any OCs I might introduce in future chapters)

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The Beginning of the End...

(The chapter is a little shorter today since I didn't have much time to write. Next chapter will be back a full length)

I stood there without motion.

My current primary directive of fighting against the invaders had been fulfilled.

So unless I was given another set of orders I would be returning to my standard patrol routine very soon.

And while all around me the guild members were cheering and using different items resembling confetti and party hats, I was simply standing there, an ever present smile on my lips.

I didn't really mind it that much to be honest.

Of course most of my days would be boring again, but that was sure to come to an end soon enough.

Although most of the guild members were still quite active, to me it was obvious that over the last half a year the activities had been slowly decreasing.

It was probably still more than two years to go until the downfall of Yggdrasil, but the outcome was inevitable in the end.

I knew that I would finally gain most of the freedom that I had lost since becoming an NPC, but at the same time I felt sad knowing that the cheerful group of friends before my eyes would be disbanding before long.

Is it strange that I consider these people as something akin to friends even though they don't even know that I am truly alive.

*chuckles*

'I suppose I truly am quite strange...'

Not much happened after that really. The guild members continued partying until the first few started to leave.

Some stayed behind to rearrange me and the other NPCs as well as those that hadn't been revived during the battle due to their ineffectiveness in combat.

After all supplies had been restored the remaining few started to leave as well and peace returned to Nazarick.

I couldn't sleep in a bed, so I let my mind wander of into unconsciousness, standing alone in the throne room until everything went dark and I began to rest.

(That night)

I woke up.

No, that isn't true.

This was a dream.

'Strange' I thought. I hadn't dreamed since the first day of my life as Albedo. I wondered more than once how that came to be.

I don't know if it is because of me being in a game, or the fact that demons like me might just be different from humans in certain aspects.

I was standing in a room or at least something akin to one.

The walls were changing in an erratic and constant pattern. A cave, a nicely furnished living room or a windowless dungeon.

All these were places that seemed somehow familiar, but that I couldn't quite recognize like something lurking at the edge of my mind.

My attention was drawn elsewhere though.

I looked at the one "object" that seemed to stay the same regardless of it's environment.

It was an orb resembling those that I had seen in the endless void, emanating a lightless glow that felt comforting and familiar.

'My soul...'

Nobody told me what it was and nobody needed to do so. I simply knew.

It was almost hypnotic in a way. A core of bright colors surrounded by a shifting fog that looked like a mixture of ashes and snow. The most eye catching feature though were the red spider web like lines covering one third of it.

I reached towards it with my right hand.

Slowly tracing the red lines with my fingers to the point where they originated from. The lines seemed to almost brighten und pulse like veins, while emanating traces of eldritch energy's that defied any reason.

'Those must be the remnants of whatever hit my soul in the void' I thought as my fingers gently reached the point where all the veins began.

As soon as I touched it, I felt pricking sensation on my finger. Before I could take my hand away from it a small drop of blood had already fallen down and touched the center of the veins.

I looked on in fascination as my blood fused with the veins. A pulse went through them and before my eyes they seemed to grow just a little more.

'I am not quite sure what I am supposed to think about thi-'

Before I got the chance to contemplate about what I had just witnessed my mind once again fell into darkness.

(The next day)

I awoke like any other day, standing guard next to the throne.

Maybe I shouldn't have joked about looking for a soul doctor back then...

I might have to ask Momonga for a little help in that regard once we arrive in the new world, provided that something akin to that exists over there.

I haven't even thought about how I should confront the topic of me being alive this whole time.

Uhh... headaches over headaches.

Why can't anything ever be easy?

Though I suppose he might enjoy having someone he doesn't need to act like the evil Overlord around.

I suppose I have enough time to consider my choices until the end of Yggdrasil.

...

I had already begun making my way through the 9th floor like I had done so many times before.

Few of the members were actually online, since most of them must have still been working.

*Sigh* 'Hmm... I suppose it's going to be a boring few years from now on.'

And so I continued doing the most exiting job ever...

...being an NPC.

(2 years later)

As time continued many things changed over the years.

At first everyone was still actively playing, but sadly not for long.

Two months after the grand battle of Nazarick the game's fan base began to decrease rapidly and with it came a decline in player activity.

Ainz Ooal Gown wasn't spared by this.

I saw Momonga desperately trying to convince his guild members to stay.

He would single handedly start preparing the supplies for others just so they would stay with him.

I would hear him curse when he thought nobody was around.

Whenever another of his friends came to him with an apology about having to leave the guild because of their work he became a little more desperate.

One after another they left.

Bukubukuchagma

Touch Me

And even my own creator.

Until there was only one person left.

'The last day of Yggdrasil had arrived.'

I honestly feel kinda sad for Momonga since he won’t get the opportunity to live a new life in the New World.

But don’t worry, I have something planned for him in the later parts of this story. So in case you like his character as much as I do, know that he will receive compensation later on, even if it might take a while.

Thanks for reading my story

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