Unfortunately, the mind of the carrier was not absorbed. Having realized, however, a moment later, that he was still lying on the ground, Momonga leaned on one arm, after which he slowly nevertheless stood up, trying to look around as imperceptibly as possible to determine exactly where he was at the moment. After which the reflex action allowed him to feel as if something had filled him with his coldness and his mind could still keep his body under control. However, for some unknown reason, he was recreated in this world not as a separate being, but took the body of an unknown magician and, unfortunately, the magician could not withstand such a combination of souls.įor a second, Momonga wanted to shout, but the understanding that such behavior would definitely not be seen as something positive made him instinctively reach for his existence as a Servant instead. Servants, the Clock Tower, the call, the absorption of the soul, the body.Īpparently, his body, his mind, his abilities - he, the Momonga, the highest of all the undead, Overlord, was embodied as one of these Servants and re-created in this world. His brain exploded with an understanding, unfamiliar terms burst into his brain with a hurricane of blades cutting in the subcortex. Slowly looking at the girl who was trying to shout to him, Momonga blinked several times, then again and again, before. “Senpai, what are you doing here?” the voice reached him slightly distorted, as if from a distance, twisting and turning into an unperceivable white noise “Senpai, get up!” “Ah.” he slowly opened his eyes to look at the source of the voice “A?” Senp.ai" came the voice as if from a muddy veil "Senpai, wake up!" The clocks were countlessly counting down the last seconds. Not physical, but from that even more terrible. What will happen next? Why would he live without his Yggdrasil? Where else will he meet his family?Įyes mercilessly pinched and Satoru closed his eyes in pain. Yggdrasil came to an end, as each beautiful story must. For twelve years, he left his gray, boring, mad world in order to plunge into the game, become a powerful black magician lord of the undead, meet with forty of his friends, immerse himself in merry reckless adventures.Īnd now it's the end. Only one consolation at all times - his radiant beauty, the DMMO-RPG "YGGDRASIL" and his only family existing in the game. A man who has never seen the beauty of the night sky. Hopeless darkness in the future after the third world war. The existence of Satoru Suzuki was worthy of pity.ĭay by day, the wordless slave of the coming future, a small cog in the debugged mechanism of a huge mega-corporation, which crushed all Japanese arcologies under itself. Of course, given that displaying such emotions was impossible in the game - the legacy of the law limiting the realism of virtual reality - all that a person could do was to cover his eyes under his virtual helmet, feeling the wire from the plug uncomfortably crashing into a vertebra. Glancing at the hanging flags Momonga then sighed and closed his eyes. “Ankoro Mocchi Mochi” lifted a lich finger “Shijuuten Suzaku. And if so, then enjoy reading, please.īy the way, an important clarification for those who do not understand a thing about the FGO - the explanations will be but will be issued as well as in the original. I do not want to humiliate the Nasuverse series and I think that it has its own charm, but Overlord will somehow surpass Nasuverse in this fanfiction, by a large margin.Īre you still reading and not closing this tab? So either:ġ) You are now burning with righteous anger and get ready to write me a comment about my own bias - in this case, take care of the virtual ink, this is not worth it.Ģ) Or decided that you can endure it - a very bad tactic, do not complain then later!ģ) Or you love Overlord as much as I do. In other words, if a character from Nasuverse has some kind of a broken ability, then either it will not work on Ainz under these conditions, or he can neutralize it, or he will have the ability even more broken. ![]() In other words - get ready for my biased opinion of such magnitude, which you have not seen. In other words - you will be hurt by my ignorance of the universe.Ģ) I love Nasuverse much, MUCH less than Overlord. I do not know what Tsukihime was about and about True Ancestors I only know that there were thirty-or-something of them. Okay, if you're still reading this - then I will try to convince you that you, the fans of Nasuverse, should not read it.ġ) I am familiar with Nasuverse only through the Fate series - I played the original novel and dealt with lore through the wiki and a couple of other projects, like the F/GO itself, but this ends my acquaintance with this series. This fan fiction is not for fans of the Grand Order and Nasuverse in general and the Fate series in particular.
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