NAZARICK

Ainz Ooal Gown.

One of the top 10 guilds of Yggdrasil, a DMMO-RPG. One consisted of entirely heteromorphic players. It reigned over the great tomb of Nazarick turning it into an impenetrable fortress that not even a massive coalition of 1800 players and NPCs could conquer. Once they had been ranked ninth in the world.

But that was all in the past now... 

Currently, all that remained of the once thought to be invincible guild was a single member. Momonga the guild master of the once flourishing guild 41 members strong. Since the other guild members left, Momonga had been doing all he reasonably could to go treasure hunting and raise the funds necessary to maintain the Great Tomb of Nazarick. 

But, in a cruel twist of fate, all of that had been pointless. Yggdrassil was shutting down, and taking with it, everything Momonga and his friends had built. It will end today.

And so Momomga sat on his throne, one of the 200 world items, one of the 12 his guild had managed to collect throughout their time as a guild and one of the 11 they currently possessed.(A/N: I know it was 11 world items. 12 is something I added.)

Seated on that chair, he began to reminisce about his time with his guildmates, and began to lament how it came to an end.

"It's only natural. Humans can't live in a daydream. That's why everyone left." Momonga sighed.He had to be up at four tomorrow morning. If he didn't go to bed as soon as the servers went down, it would affect his work.

23:59:35, 36, 37...

Momonga counted down along with the numbers.

23:59:48, 49, 50...

He closed his eyes.

23:59:58, 59—

He counted the moments as they ticked off the clock...to the end of his fantasy... Here comes the blackout —

0:00:00... One, two, three...

"...Huh?"

Momonga opened his eyes. He wasn't back in his room. He was still in Yggdrasil in the Throne Room.

"...What's going on?"

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[At the same time]

[3rd floor of Nazarick]

'W-What is this?' thought Satoru, his eyes opening slowly.

The last thing he remembered was the headlights of that truck and then here he was, standing in the middle of this forest, with a spear and club in hand, holding his aching head.

'Wait a minute' he thought, holding his chin. 

"Wouldn't holding two things while scratching my chin and holding my head require- WHAT THE FUCK!!!" he suddenly yelled.

"F-FOUR… WHY THE HELL DO I HAVE FOUR HANDS!!!" he yelled.

'THIS MAKES NO SENSE!! DID THEY TURN ME INTO SOME SORT OF FREAK EXPERIMENT BECAUSE THEY THOUGHT I WAS DEAD?' he thought going into a panic.

'No that cannot be right. Whoever did this to me wouldn't leave me here like this… wait, these tattoos… I know who they belong to… WAIT, IT CAN'T BE!' he thought.

"Ryoumen Sukuna" his mouth suddenly split open.

'AHHHH! MY STOMACH JUST OPENED! I'M GONNA BLEED OUT! I'LL DIE… huh, im not bleeding? Also, did I just speak? Also, wow that feeling is highly unpleasant.' he thought to himself.

'But still, Sukuna of all people huh… Wait, does that mean I'm in the Heian era? That's the worst! I don't wanna live in a time where all these crazy sorcerers are coming to kill each other! On top of that, no toilets or fast food? Uhh, I refuse to live like a savage eating only Japanese food all my life.' he thought.

Now, you might be wondering. What's wrong with Japanese food, it's one of the top 3 cuisines in the world. Well dear viewer, our main character is japanese. He was born of a japanese mother and american father and has lived in japan all his life. To him, other cuisines are more appealing because he eats mostly japanese food. But that's besides the point.

He moved through the forest, hoping to find a trace of civilization, but to no avail. After searching for half an hour, he decided to take a rest when a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, deeply shocking Satoru.

'Wait, what the fuck is SHE doing here!' he screamed internally.

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[6th Floor, Great tomb of Nazarick]

[Half an hour later]

Cocytus replied "HEARING THAT SINGLE WORD MAKES IT ALL WORTH IT. OH, IT SEEMS DEMIURGE AND ALBEDO HAVE ARRIVED."

Following Cocytus's line of sight, Momonga saw two shadows near the entrance of the arena. Albedo was in front, followed by Demiurge. When they'd gotten closer, Albedo smiled and bowed deeply to Momonga. The man also gave an elegant bow before speaking. "Sorry to keep you all waiting."

"This is everyone, then."

"All but one, Momonga-sama." spoke Demiurge, in a voice that wormed its way into hearts and drew one in with its richness. An effect of his passive skill, no doubt.

"Ah, him. It seems he is going to arrive in a most theatrical fashion, although I would expect nothing less from him" claimed Momonga.

It was then that he walked in. and the moment he did, the air itself froze. The stars on the artificial sky, a creation of the supreme being Blue planet, got dimmer. The stadium, though an unliving stationary object with no ability to cease or begin movement, inexplicably seemed to grow still. And the air, the air got so thick, one would think the gods had mixed batter into it.

Of course, the guardians barely felt any of it. The worst that happened was that Mare sneezed due to being a bit sensitive due to his nature as a druid, although normal humans or even elves would have died thrice over by now.

"I apologise for my tardiness, the flowers on the way seemed so beautiful that I simply had to write a haiku." the man- no the beast said.

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A/N:And that is chapter 1. Sorry if the MC seemed too whiny, it just felt wrong to have overlord without someone having an emotional meltdown. Plus I gotta do some character development too. So yeah, expect a slow downfall of the protagonist into complete depravity, much like how Momonga turned into an apathetic mass murder who only thinks of the benefit of Nazarick.