《Overlord volume 17(fan fiction)》 Invasion plan ...The world we live in is not the one that beings see, for sentient beings perceive only a fraction of what it truly is. Not all can see infrared or radio waves, yet they exist. The same principle applies to perspective and morality. What one considers evil, another sees as just. But the world doesn¡¯t care. Whether things happen,one way or another . It may seem disturbing to humans, but the world doesn¡¯t care if you murder, rape, or pillage. To the world, things simply happen. Things are created and destroyed, and the one who remains is the winner. Like in a video game, whether you gained experience through good or evil means is irrelevant. The one who is strongest wins--always. Karma does not matter. The same principle existed in the world of Yggdrasil, where humans played the virtual game, role-playing as either good or bad guys. But that principle was entirely man-made, a necessity. After all, a society cannot exist if everyone kills each other. Morality was created to keep the upper class in power while also ensuring the lower classes remained relatively safe from criminals. Blue Planet was the name of this world in another dimension, or as its inhabitants call it, "Blue" because of the vast oceans. Others call it "Earth" due to the land, but the recognized name is "Helda," in the ancient language of the dragons--though the meaning of the word has long been lost. Helda is inhabited by different races, all struggling to survive. The most desperate is the Theocracy, the first human nation in Helda and the oldest. They are afraid--because humans are weak compared to other races. But the Theocracy implemented the "God-Kin," human blood mixed with other powerful beings, descended from the heroes who founded the nation. Re-Estize Kingdom--recently conquered by the Sorcerer Kingdom. The Empire--a vassal state of the Sorcerer Kingdom. The Sorcerer Kingdom--the current superpower. There is no nation that can oppose them. No creature, except perhaps the ancient dragons, can truly challenge their might. Yet the fools in the Theocracy have angered the Sorcerer King--an undead ruler known as "the strongest sorcerer on Helda." Their most powerful God-Kin was sent to the Elf capital to deal with the elf king. But she disappeared. And when news of the Sorcerer Kingdom declaring war arrived, it only confirmed the dreaded theory: "No-Death," the strongest God-Kin, had been eliminated by the Sorcerer Kingdom. In Nazarick, the Sorcerer King, Ainz Ooal Gown, sat upon his throne. He gave the order. The invasion of the Theocracy would begin. The fools from the Slane theocracy believed they would win-because of morality, because of righteousness, because they thought the gods favored them. But in reality, the powerful always win. Karma does not matter. ... ... The grand halls of the Great Tomb of Nazarick were silent, save for the flickering of magical flames that cast long, ominous shadows across the walls. The air was thick with an almost tangible reverence as the Floor Guardians knelt before the throne, their heads bowed in utmost devotion. Seated upon the gilded throne was the undisputed ruler of Nazarick, the Sorcerer King, Ainz Ooal Gown. His skeletal visage betrayed no emotion, yet the oppressive aura of his presence alone made even the most powerful beings in Nazarick feel as though they were in the presence of an unfathomable deity. The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. The preparations for war were well underway. Ainz, exuding an aura of absolute command, turned his gaze toward one of his most trusted subordinates. ¡°Albedo, how go the preparations for the invasion of the Theocracy?¡± The Overseer of the Guardians, in her elegant yet battle-ready attire, pressed her forehead even lower against the cold marble floor. Her voice, filled with adoration and unwavering loyalty, with conviction. ¡°The preparations are complete, Ainz-sama.¡± She did not raise her head. To her, lowering herself before Ainz Ooal Gown was not merely respect,it was an acknowledgment of the vast, insurmountable gap between their existences. Ainz nodded in approval. ¡°Good.¡± His gaze shifted. ¡°Demiurge.¡± The demon, ever sharp and calculating, immediately responded, bowing even lower than Albedo. Albedo''s golden eyes flickered toward him, but Demiurge, as always, remained unaffected. ¡°Yes, oh Supreme One." ¡°Rise, and explain the plan so all may fully understand the course of action.¡± ¡°As you command, Supreme One.¡± Demiurge straightened himself with elegant precision, adjusting his glasses as he turned to address his fellow Guardians. As he did, the others followed, rising in unison, their attention fully on him. ¡°The fools of the Theocracy have made the grave mistake of angering our lord. Thus, we have devised a decisive strategy to utterly annihilate them.¡± The Guardians listened with attention. Demiurge pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his tail swaying slightly behind him as he continued. ¡°Firstly, though the Theocracy is nothing before Ainz-sama¡¯s might, we must not underestimate them. There exists the possibility that they possess World Items." At the mention of World Items, silence fell upon the room. The mere thought of relics capable of rivaling the power of the Supreme Beings was enough to warrant caution. ¡°Their forces are comprised of several key groups,¡± Demiurge continued. ¡°At the top are the God-Kin--beings infused with the blood of humans and other species, created through selective breeding over generations. They are the direct descendants of ancient heroes.¡± He adjusted his glasses once more, his sharp intellect processing countless contingencies. ¡°Among them, one is called ¡®No-Death.¡¯ She was the strongest among them--estimated to be level 80. The rest of the God-Kin range between levels 40 to 70, but she stood at the pinnacle, an unparalleled warrior. However, thanks to Ainz-sama, she has already been dealt with.¡± A brief pause. The Guardians nodded in understanding, their eyes filled with admiration. ¡°Beneath the God-Kin are those who have yet to reach the title of ¡®Hero.¡¯ Their estimated strength is around level 30. They pose little threat to us.¡± A trace of disdain entered Demiurge¡¯s voice. ¡°Lastly, there is the standard infantry--close in strength to the Empire¡¯s elite forces, but ultimately, nothing more than fodder. They will serve as mere stepping stones in Ainz-sama¡¯s grand plan.¡± Demiurge turned his gaze toward Ainz, his voice filled with reverence. ¡°Ainz-sama has given the order: we shall show no mercy, and we shall strike swiftly. Thus, we will employ a two-pronged strategy. First, we shall use the Lizardmen and Empire¡¯s armies as expendable forces to gauge their strength. Then-¡± Demiurge continued outlining the plan in precise detail, every step meticulously calculated, every move a testament to the sheer brilliance of their Supreme Ruler. However- Ainz, seated upon his throne, was in the midst of an internal crisis. (Oh no... I really did it this time. I acted on emotion and declared war out of anger. Now that I think about it, this might not have been the best decision...) A deep sigh involuntarily escaped his skeletal mouth. The sound was almost imperceptible. Almost. But to the Guardians, who hung onto his every breath, it was akin to the shifting of the heavens themselves. Mare, his small form trembling, hesitantly spoke. ¡°A-Ainz-sama?¡± Ainz muttered, almost absentmindedly. ¡°That woman...¡± Demiurge''s eyes widened. A sudden realization struck him like a lightning bolt. His mind raced at an unfathomable speed, and then-he trembled. A dark, ecstatic smile formed on his lips. ¡°Sasuga, Ainz-sama!!¡± The other Guardians, confused at first, quickly followed suit. Albedo gasped, her eyes gleaming with admiration. ¡°Of course! Using the heroes we have frozen to counter the God-Kin! Truly, Ainz-sama has already foreseen everything! Ainz blinked. (Eh?) Demiurge, overwhelmed by his own excitement, continued. ¡°Indeed! Taking advantage of that human, Brain Unglaus, and the other frozen talents, enhancing and brainwashing them to defeat the God-Kin--this will demoralize the Theocracy and ensure their utter devastation. At the same time, it will elevate Ainz-sama¡¯s name to even greater heights!¡± Ainz¡¯s jaw nearly dropped. (Ehh? How did this escalate so quickly?) The Guardians, now up , collectively bowed their heads once more. Demiurge, his eyes filled with ecstasy, declared: ¡°Ainz-sama, your wisdom is truly boundless!" ¡°Sasuga, Ainz-sama!!¡± the Guardians echoed in unison." Ainz¡¯s skeletal mouth opened slightly. ¡°Ehhh??¡± And so, what had begun as an impulsive declaration of war had now transformed into an even more terrifyingly efficient invasion strategy-one born not from careful planning, but from the sheer, unstoppable momentum of the Sorcerer King¡¯s "supreme wisdom." Thus, the invasion was set in motion. And soon, the Theocracy would learn the meaning of true despair. ... Gathering Storm ... ...The sacred halls of the Slane Theocracy, illuminated by the glow of divine magic, now stood heavy with an oppressive air. Within the grand chamber of the Six Cardinals, an eerie silence loomed. The letter, sealed with the sigil of the Sorcerer Kingdom, lay open upon the grand table, its contents trembling in the hands of Cardinal Zinedine Delan Guelfi, the Cardinal of Water. His fingers quivered, the parchment barely clinging to his grip as his face contorted with disbelief. ¡°This¡­ This can¡¯t be happening,¡± Zinedine muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. His heartbeat pounded like war drums in his ears. ¡°Why? Why has that demon declared war upon us?! What have we done to provoke him?! Did he simply decide to attack without reason?! Was he waiting for us to be done with the elves?!¡± His frantic words spread unease through the room, but Berenice Nagua Santini, the Cardinal of Fire, responded with calm, though the tension in her voice was undeniable. ¡°He may have waited until we were at our weakest,¡± she stated grimly. ¡°A dirty move--to strike when our forces are exhausted from the war with the elves, ensuring a decisive invasion.¡± The Cardinal of Wind,- now etched in worry,-leaned forward. His expression was carved from stone, but his voice betrayed a flicker of uncertainty. ¡°What of No-Death?¡± he asked. ¡°Where is she?¡± A heavy silence fell upon the chamber. The Cardinal of Darkness, shrouded in his usual enigmatic presence, answered in a voice cold and devoid of hope. ¡°We can only assume the worst.¡± His words sent a shudder through the gathered Cardinals. ¡°Nonsense!¡± Berenice snapped, her temper igniting. ¡°How could our best warrior be defeated?! That elf,-yes, he was strong,-but we have proof that he was beaten! We found him collapsed, bloodied! If that elf fell, then surely No-Death could not have been bested¡­¡± Her voice wavered. Doubt, like a spreading disease, began to creep into her thoughts. The Cardinal of Earth had remained silent, his brows furrowed in deep contemplation. But now, at last, he spoke,-his words heavy as stone. The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. ¡°...The Cardinal of Darkness is right.¡± His voice was slow, as if forcing himself to acknowledge the terrible truth. ¡°It is possible-¡± his throat tightened as he swallowed the very thought, ¡°-it is possible that she is either dead¡­ or worse¡­ a prisoner of the Sorcerer Kingdom.¡± A sharp, collective intake of breath filled the chamber. The weight of the statement pressed upon them all. Dead. Or a prisoner. The thought sent a chill deeper than the coldest winter wind. And yet- As the pieces fell into place, realization struck like a hammer against an anvil. They had waited. The Sorcerer Kingdom had waited for them to launch their invasion of the Elven lands. They had anticipated that they would send their strongest warrior. And once No-Death had been worn down by battle, they had struck her down. And now, as their forces remained weary from war-, They moved to finish what they had started. A perfectly laid trap. The realization was sickening. The silanece was loud,as every cardinal was now felling a supirior form of anxiety,they''re best warrior,has been swiftly deafeted,and as they sit in an uncertain time,they made the decision,to go all out- ... ... ...The light of dawn painted the village in soft golden hues, the gentle glow of the morning sun stretching over the humble homes and cobblestone paths. A crisp breeze rolled in from the river, carrying with it the soothing murmur of flowing water. Birds chirped in harmony with the rhythmic sounds of daily life awakening,-the clatter of hooves against dirt roads, the distant chatter of town folk, and the laughter of children as they greeted the rising sun with their endless energy. Life in the village was simple. It was not one of luxury, nor one of great hardship,-it was a life dictated by labor, bound by the rigid expectations of society. Every man, woman, and child played their role within a system upheld by unwavering traditions, where a singular faith reigned supreme. The village followed the doctrines of the Slane Theocracy, and nothing outside its sanctioned beliefs was tolerated. To stray from its path was to invoke ruin. At the heart of the village, within the aged stone walls of a small church, a lone figure moved with quiet purpose. The village priest, clad in a humble robe, prepared for the sacred Sunday gathering. With practiced hands, he reached for the heavy wooden doors, their weight a testament to the passage of time. As he pushed them open, dust stirred into the air, dancing within the shafts of morning light. The church was silent. Only on Sundays would its halls be filled with the voices of the faithful, gathered beneath its vaulted ceiling to offer prayers to the Six Great Gods. Yet among these revered deities, there was one whose name held the deepest reverence. Surshana¡ªthe Overlord. His statue, carved with masterful precision, loomed over the altar, bathed in the flickering glow of candlelight. The priest walked solemnly toward the podium, lighting the ceremonial candles one by one, their flames casting elongated shadows upon the ancient stone floor. Then, lowering his head, he began the first prayer of the day. A peaceful morning. A village untouched by the horrors of the outside world. On the other side of the village, where the sun bathed the fields in warm light, the carefree voices of children rang through the air. A small boy stood among them, laughing with unbridled joy. His brown hair was unkempt, his teeth crooked, his frame smaller than the others,-yet none of that mattered. His name was Eric, and to him, the world was filled with simple joys. ¡°Eric!¡± A girl¡¯s voice called out. The one who had called him was Anne, the farmer¡¯s daughter. She was fair-skinned, with hair like golden wheat, her presence warm and bright like the very sun rising above them. ¡°Anne!¡± Without hesitation, Eric ran toward her, his arms outstretched. And then, with a grin bordering on mischief, he pulled her into an embrace,-one filled not with innocence, but the clumsy boldness of youth. A dull thud echoed through the air as Anne¡¯s fist found its mark upon his head. ¡°Eric! You pervert!¡± Eric stumbled back, clutching his head in mock pain. But even as he winced, he couldn¡¯t help but smile. The village was peaceful. It had always been peaceful. ... Clank,- clank,- clack- "Hmmmmmm, humans... I love theyre blood."(Orc) "Hehehehehe,village girls!!!! Yes!!! I can''t wait to devour them". (Goblin) the village- 5 hours till destruction - ... --- Cruel truth ... Life is good. That was what the priest had told me. He preached that virtue was the highest calling, that kindness would always be rewarded, that good would always triumph in the end. ... Liar. ... The village priest moved with practiced grace as he prepared for the morning ceremony. Within the dimly lit church, the scent of old wood and melted wax filled the air. The altar stood adorned with sacred symbols, the statues of the Six Great Gods looming in silent reverence. Carefully, he placed a golden chalice upon the altar, its polished surface gleaming under the flickering light of a dozen candles. The sacred texts lay open before him, their ancient words inscribed with divine authority. The priest adjusted his robes, smoothing out the folds with aged hands, before clasping them together in silent prayer. Today was a holy day. A day to celebrate the benevolence of the gods. ... Outside, the village stirred with joy. The scent of freshly baked bread drifted through the air as merchants set up their stalls, children ran about in the open fields, their laughter ringing like a melody against the morning breeze. Eric and Anne stood together near the central well, the sun casting long shadows at their feet. ¡°Eric! You idiot, don¡¯t run so fast!¡± Anne called, playfully smacking his arm. This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience. Eric grinned. ¡°What, can¡¯t keep up?¡± Anne huffed, crossing her arms in mock annoyance. But her smile betrayed her amusement. Nearby, villagers gathered in small groups, exchanging morning pleasantries before making their way toward the church. The bell rang, a solemn yet welcoming sound that signaled the beginning of the day¡¯s ceremony. One by one, they entered the sacred halls, their voices hushed in reverence. Inside, the priest stood before the gathered faithful. His voice, steady and commanding, filled the chamber as he spoke of the gods¡¯ mercy, their divine protection, and the eternal promise of peace and prosperity. The people listened with hopeful hearts, their faith unwavering. They did not yet realize that their prayers would go unanswered. ... The earth trembled. A low, unnatural rumbling shook the village, sending ripples through the ground. Gasps filled the church as the villagers turned toward the entrance, confusion quickly twisting into fear. Then- A deafening boom echoed across the sky. The once-clear heavens darkened, shifting into a deep, ominous red-swallowing the sun¡¯s warmth. Then, from the edges of the village, the creatures came. Orcs. Goblins. Twisted beasts of varying sizes, their grotesque forms silhouetted against the crimson sky. Their snarls and guttural laughter sent shivers down the spines of all who beheld them. And towering above them all¡ª A line of Death Knights. Their armored bodies stood intimidating , the sigil of the Sorcerer Kingdom-upon their tattered banners For a moment, there was only silence. Then the slaughter began. Screams erupted as the monsters charged, their war cries drowning out the desperate pleas of the villagers. A farmer was the first to fall, his body cleaved in half by a goblin¡¯s jagged blade. A woman tried to run, only for an orc to grab her by the hair, lifting her into the air before sinking its teeth into her neck. Blood sprayed across the dirt road. The once-peaceful village was now a nightmare fuel ,made real. Eric and Anne ran. They''re small bodies ,running out of the evil that came,out of the horror''s. The chaos around them was suffocating-,people trampled one another in their desperation to escape, children were pulled from their mothers¡¯ arms, the air thick with the scent of blood and burning wood. Then- A massive, clawed hand shot out. Anne¡¯s scream cut through the air as the orc seized her, its monstrous fingers wrapping tightly around her small frame. Eric¡¯s heart nearly stopped. ¡°ANNE!¡± He lunged forward without thinking, fists pounding against the creature¡¯s thick, leathery skin. ¡°LET HER GO!¡± He screamed, his voice raw with terror. "Please Eric...run" her soft voice,like angle. The orc turned its beady eyes toward him, lips curling into a sinister smile. Then-, A single, horrifying moment. The creature¡¯s jaw,sharp teeth,wide open. Anne¡¯s scream was abruptly cut off as the orc bit down. A sickening crunch. Warm blood splattered across Eric¡¯s face. His mind refused to comprehend what had just happened. Anne¡¯s small body, her golden hair, her bright smile-,gone. Devoured. A mutilated limb fell to the ground with a wet thud. Eric¡¯s knees buckled. His stomach twisted into a painful knot. The orc merely chewed, grinning at him as if amused by his reaction. Anne had been there. She had been real. And now, she was nothing but a pile of blood and torn flesh. The screams around him grew distant. The world blurred. Good was supposed to win. That¡¯s what they had always told him. They had lied. ... The village was no more. The monsters continued their feast. And above it all, the banners of the Sorcerer Kingdom fluttered in the wind, marking the beginning of a new era. .... Demon-kin ... ...The Slane Theocracy, the oldest and most powerful human nation on the continent, stood as a beacon of divine authority. Founded by the Six Great Gods, it had remained unshaken for centuries, safeguarding humanity from the monstrous races that lurked on Helda. Among its many military forces, one stood above all others- The Black Scripture. The pinnacle of the Theocracy¡¯s military might, the Black Scripture is a unit composed of the most elite warriors and spellcasters the nation had ever produced. Each member was a legend in their own right, capable of facing foes that would obliterate ordinary armies. Rich in divine relics and armed with World-Class Items, they existed as the ultimate safeguard of the Theocracy¡¯s rule,-a force so overwhelming that their mere presence on the battlefield dictated the outcome of wars. Their past victories were etched into history. It was the Black Scripture that had slain the Dragon Lord of the Abyss, a being who had once terrorized the continent with its unfathomable power. It was they who had defeated a monstrous being so powerful that its very existence threatened to shift the balance of the world. Time and time again, they had emerged victorious against seemingly impossible odds, eliminating threats before they could ever rise against humanity. Each member of the Black Scripture was no ordinary warrior. They were hand-picked from the strongest bloodlines, their bodies enhanced through divine blessings and sacred rituals. Their abilities were further bolstered by the Theocracy¡¯s secret arts,-methods designed to create warriors who could stand against even the mightiest of adversaries. And at their head stood their strongest warrior, a being whose mere presence commanded fear and respect. The "Extra Seat",-a title reserved for the strongest combatant in the Black Scripture. A warrior beyond human limitations, their strength rivaled that of heroes from myths long past. Some whispered that they bore the blood of the Six Great Gods themselves, their existence a testament to the Theocracy¡¯s divine right to rule. But even among their ranks, there was one who stood above all others. A being known as ¡°No Death.¡± A God-Kin. A warrior who had inherited the divine essence of the Theocracy¡¯s founders. An existence so powerful that many believed she was humanity¡¯s greatest weapon against the unknown horrors of the world. And now, the Black Scripture moved once more. Summoned in the wake of catastrophe, they gathered within the sacred halls of the Theocracy, their expressions grim. The news of war had reached them. The Sorcerer Kingdom had declared its intent to annihilate their homeland. The Black Scripture had never known defeat. The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. And as they prepared to march into battle, they carried with them the will of the Six Great Gods. Failure was not an option. For they were the sword of the Theocracy. And the time had come to strike. ... ... The frozen floor of Nazarick, the Lair of the Lost, was a place of eternal stillness. The air was deathly cold, a frost mist clinging to the towering crystal like pillars that came from the ground like frozen fangs. The walls shimmered, composed of translucent ice that refracted dim light in patterns, revealing the silhouettes of those within. Lined up in neat, orderly rows, in the thick layers of enchanted ice, were the remains of powerful warriors,-former enemies who had dared to stand against the Sorcerer Kingdom. Some were mere knights and captains, their expressions locked in final moments of futile resistance. Others were once heroes, their power undeniable, yet now reduced to trophies of battle. At the very center of the chamber stood two prominent figures, their frozen bodies resting upon raised pedestals like sacred relics. Brain Unglaus - a warrior whose blade had nearly reached the realm of gods, frozen in time, his face locked in an expression of quiet defiance. And beside him, the ultimate warrior of humanity,-No Death, the strongest God-Kin of the Slane Theocracy. Unlike the others, her ice prison pulsed with a faint golden glow, divine energy still radiating from within. She had been the Theocracy¡¯s greatest shield, a being bred for war, her lineage tied directly to the Six Great Gods themselves. And yet, even she had fallen. And now, she would be remade. A group of figures stood before them, the chilling air doing nothing to affect their undead bodies. At the center of it all, Ainz Ooal Gown gazed upon the frozen warriors, his red orbs gleaming with quiet amusement beneath his skeletal visage. To his right, Demiurge, ever the tactician, adjusted his glasses, his mind already racing through the final stages of the conversion process. To his left, Albedo stood motionless, her expression unreadable, though a hint of satisfaction danced in her golden eyes. Ainz raised a bony hand. ¡°Let us begin.¡± The preparations had already been made,-ritual circles inscribed with ancient runes glowed beneath the frozen captives, the magic humming with unstable energy. The process to turn these humans into something¡­ superior¡­ was a complex one. Step one: Complete mental subjugation. Victims¡¯ minds were not simply erased. That would be wasteful. Instead, Nazarick¡¯s specialists,-Demiurge and Albedo, along with the assistance of various mind-affecting entities such as the Neuroi Mindflayers,-would reshape them. Their memories would be filtered, their sense of self rewritten, until their loyalty to the Sorcerer Kingdom was absolute. Step two: Enhancement of the body. Ordinary humans were too fragile to be of use. Even the strongest warriors had limits. Thus, the bodies of Brain Unglaus and No Death would be reforged,-imbued with the essence of demons, and magic beyond mortal understanding. Flesh would be altered, bones strengthened, souls entwined with the dark energy itself. Ainz watched as the rituals commenced. Black tendrils of energy seeped into the ice, wrapping around the bodies of the captured warriors. A dim glow pulsed through their frozen flesh, their features twisting slightly as the magic took hold. Ainz turned toward Demiurge. ¡°How long until the process is complete?¡± Demiurge smiled, his tail flicking behind him. ¡°Not long, Ainz-sama. The transformation is proceeding as expected. Soon, they will no longer be human. They will be something greater.¡± ... Time passed. And then,- Brain Unglaus awoke. The ice around him shattered, chunks of crystal falling to the ground in a deafening crash. His body felt¡­ wrong. He gasped, stumbling forward, his hands grasping at the air. His fingers felt stronger, longer,-his nails sharpened into claw-like points. His skin was no longer the same,-black markings etched across his arms like veins of dark power. His heartbeat was silent, yet he felt a surge of unnatural energy coursing through him. The chamber smelled different. He could sense things now,-emotions, intent, life forces flickering in the distance like candle flames. His body was lighter, stronger, more refined than he had ever imagined. And then, he saw him. The Supreme Being. The strongest sorcerer in Helda. Ainz Ooal Gown. The undead king who had crushed his rival, Gazef Stronoff. The man he once feared,and still respected. And yet, as Brain looked upon him now, his heart did not swell with terror. It swelled with devotion. His mind, once filled with doubts and memories of his former life, now belonged to something far greater. He had been remade, reforged in the image of his new master. He was no longer human. He was a Demon-Kin. And his life now belonged to Ainz Ooal Gown. Brain fell to one knee, placing a fist over his heart. ¡°I exist to serve you, my lord.¡± Ainz gazed upon his newest subject, the corners of his skeletal mouth curling ever so slightly in satisfaction. ¡°Rise, my warrior.¡± The rebirth of brain Unglaus,is complete. And soon, the world would tremble. ... E-rantel ... The city of e-rantel,a glorious city,ruled by the overlord,ains ool gown. The capital of the sorcerer kingdom,is a city of property, merchants flood the markets, because of the cities strategic position. Protected by death Knight''s, ensuring 0% crime,making it more attractive to the already pleased merchants. Tough the people at first, weren''t really going outside out of fear,food still needs to be bought and work still need to be done. They understood that they''re ruler didn''t seem to have interest in torturing them,a strange thing coming from an undead. Though the satisfaction of the people, didn''t come from full markets,and stable jobs. As much as for the overall safety . Children could literally play until the next day. It got so bad,once,a group of kids didn''t came home for 3 days. The parents were franticly serching for them, just for the group to casually say,they ate what a stranger gave them,and slept together on the street. So the parents introduced curfew on the rascals. While the low class , peasants,were happy,the most anxious were the nobles. They are still in they''re old position,but the mere thought of coruption,were making them vomit. For what they saw... They saw hell. Albedo,the prime minister,the beautiful women,with the intelligence of a snake ,also sharing it''s coldness,showed them what happened to those incompetence ,those who failed the sorcerer king,and especially... Those who betrays him. ... The cockroaches....shiver went down theyre spine: most cruel,demonic,evil...hell itself,that''s the best way to describe it. So all decided,to swore complete,and absolute loyalty,that even made albedo a little happy. For even if theyre bugs,they understood the power of the sorcerer king,her darling. Overall,the standard of living increased. The society was free in expression,and fair. There were none that abused the sistem. Not that they don''t want to,but rather,are incapable,of such complete retardation,as to go against the sorcerer king . The laws were as fallowing: Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. Equality for All Races:Unlike the previous human-centric rule, demihumans, monsters, and other non-human races were now welcomed as citizens, provided they obeyed the laws. Absolute Order: With undead patrolling every district, riots and crime had become a thing of the past. Justice was swift and merciless. Economic Growth: Taxes were lowered, trade flourished, and foreign merchants were protected by the unwavering discipline of the undead guard. Mandatory Magic Education: With E-Rantel becoming a center for magical advancement, schools teaching arcane arts had been established, particularly focusing on necromancy and other spellcraft previously considered taboo. Respect for the Overlord:Though not enforced harshly, speaking ill of Ainz Ooal Gown was considered foolish-after all, why would one insult the being who brought them security and prosperity? Yet, the changes were not merely administrative. Even the city''s atmosphere had shifted. The once dimly lit streets now glowed with magical lanterns, powered indefinitely by arcane energy. Inns that once worried about disruptive guests now served more disciplined , knowing full well that unruly behavior could result in a personal "chat" with a Death Knight The opinion of the people regarding the overlord have also been reworked. And old man siting in a quite plaza,his name is Great,former baker,that has living in e-rantel for over 60 years. He watched the city go about its business,-merchants haggling, children playing, and even the occasional adventurer strolling through. It was all so¡­ peaceful. He scoffed. Peaceful? Had he truly come to accept this as peace? Grent could still remember the days before the Sorcerer King took over. Back then, the city was filled with constant uncertainty. The nobles bled the people dry with taxes, bandits prowled outside the gates, and corruption was rampant. If a person was robbed, they had to bribe the guards just to get them to act. If a noble took a liking to someone''s daughter, there was little they could do. Now? No one feared being extorted. No one worried about criminals. If anything, the city was safer than it had ever been. But at what cost? He looked down at his trembling hands, remembering the first time he had seen a Death Knight marching through the streets. The air had felt thick that day,like when you are in a cemetery,with a deathly chill, an unnatural presence that made his very soul shudder. He had thought the city doomed, that these monsters would tear them apart limb by limb. Yet¡­ nothing happened. Instead, the undead merely patrolled, silent and unwavering. The shops still opened. The sun still rose. Life continued. And so, over time, fear gave way to understanding. Still, seeing the Overlord himself walk the streets was another matter entirely. As the supreme leader, ains ool gown,will sometimes stroll the streets,the reaction from the people when he walks past them? As usual,get on the ground,face to floor,and say "all praise our lord,ains ool gown!" This reaction has started ains,but decided not too worry them even more. When Ainz Ooal Gown, the Sorcerer King himself, walked through the streets of E-Rantel, the world seemed to stop. Unlike human rulers who traveled in extravagant carriages, Ainz walked among his people, his imposing skeletal form draped in regal black robes adorned with gold and arcane sigils. His hollow eye sockets glowed with crimson light, yet his movements were calm, deliberate. What made the sight even more otherworldly were the twenty angels that floated around him,-glorious, radiant beings with gleaming golden armor and ethereal wings. These were Dominion Authorities, high-tier angels that once symbolized the power of the Slane Theocracy. Now, they were mere protectors of the Overlord, reinforcing his god-like presence. The people, though initially terrified, had grown accustomed to this sight. Children, too young to fully understand the weight of his presence, sometimes pointed at him in curiosity. The parents, of course, hurriedly hushed them, but Ainz never reacted negatively. If anything, he would simply nod slightly,-a small, almost imperceptible gesture that sent whispers through the crowd. The village perspective of him as always. Ainz Ooal Gown was not merely a ruler. He was a force of nature, a god made manifest. And under his rule, the city would never know chaos again. .... ...