Bleary unfocused eyes blinked up at the unlit ceiling without comprehension. The room was dark. Sounds of a repetitive beeping filled the area along with a ghastly mechanical wheezing coming from a hole in the wall circulating air.

Vague memories from thousands of years ago swirled in his head like a thin fog bank over the nearby Katze Plains. Not that they had been called that in a thousand years or more, his subjects called the area Gown's Fields after himself. As they should, he was the last remaining Supreme Being, especially after the Players after him had shown up and died swiftly of old age.

The living were really well and truly weak.

Ainz focused on his surroundings, the fact that he couldn't see, especially in the dark, was troubling. It was a basic ability of all undead, it was as unalterable as the fact that his body was nothing but bones and that no matter how much Albedo and Shalltear wished, he could not sire children. The situation rang strange for him, neither of the two of them were in this room, and none of the other Guardians, Maids, or servants of Nazarick were tending to his every move.

The pit in his abdomen twisted with panic, this small room was not in any of his multiple palaces and it most assuredly was not within the walls of Nazarick. There were none who would dare place him in such base squalor, especially following a fight with four of the six Dragon Lords. He had just killed three of them, and the last was bowing to swear fealty to the Sorcerer King, and then nothing…

The beeping sped up and a ringing alarm bell went off. Ainz's eyes flared as a human nurse ran into the room without any of the customary rituals required for such a base existence to enter his presence. None of his homunculus maids had announced her, or her two armed body guards.

He vaguely recognized the things in their hands, it was an old memory, and only kept up through his voracious reading of the Library of Nazarick. After all, guns were too reliant upon science to be easily replicated in his world. For efficiency's sake it was better to craft a magic bow that used mana as a projectile, even better to make it so that it generated its own mana. Even better than that was to just use Hoyi's bow.

"Watch out, even though he's been under for three years this one was reportedly an extremely potent Magic Caster going by the name Momonga."

The pit in his abdomen twisted in panic, it had been a thousand years since he last heard that name, it was only stated by those who knew him well enough to be threats. The beeping in the room rose in frequency and Ainz did not feel the expected calming effect his body had upon his mind.

With a certain dread Ainz rose a trembling weakened arm into his vision. The limb felt like it weighed a ton, something that an Overlord should not have an issue with. Skin covered everything. Along with blood and muscle and fat.He blinked eyes that shouldn't have had lids while running through all the magic he knew of that could have landed him with life once again.

Everything was super tier magic, and none of it was something he would have ever performed upon himself. His Kingdom needed their undying, undead, immortal absolute ruler.

He watched the nurse cautiously walk towards him like a wary animal, her body guards tightened their grip on their guns. They were really strange looking things, no elegance to their creation whatsoever, at least CZ2128's rifle suited her attire, these men couldn't hold a candle to Nazarick's Battlemaids.

Ainz didn't move his face, three and a half thousand years had eliminated most, if not all, of his former useless human habits. It was stuck in a searing glare at the nurse despite the raw curiosity and mind numbing panic overflowing him. Strong emotions were too foreign an experience, too alien to his bearing as an undead for him to comprehend rationally any longer.

She reached the beeping apparatus, machine, and silenced it with a flick of a finger. He instantly thought of the magical version of it at home, [Life Tether] [Audible Alarm] [Minor Clairvoyance] [Display] It was an easy replicated set of first through fourth tier spells that was often cast upon Bluestone for the exact same purpose within medical wards.

"Momonga, Sir," she nervously stammered out. "Or, um, Suzuki Satoru..."

He cleared his throat, forcing air through unused vocal cords. The sound came out raspy, not befitting his status as Supreme Overlord of Death and Ruler of the Sorcerous Kingdom. "Lord Ainz. Neither I nor any of my subjects have uttered the name Momonga in a thousand years. Sumuzu Santoru or whatever it was, if I was ever known by it it has been too long for it to be me any longer."

He started coughing, dealing with lungs and tissue was an obnoxious chore. Ainz missed the cringe and gulp from the nurse as well as the widening of eyes of each of her two body guards.

"O-others have mentioned your deeds in the Dragon Lands, L-lord Ainz." Fear. He could identify the emotion in an instant no matter the species. The nurse trembled under his unreadable gaze.

Ainz started chuckling darkly, it was dry, coarse, and labored, but it had the deepness to it that he was accustomed to hearing. "You are afraid of me." he said simply, watching the three of them for their delightful reactions, they did not disappoint. "That means I have power here."

In an instinctive reflex he checked his HP and MP, both were critically low, on par with a first or second level character at best. There were few instant death spells that used such little mana, and they were often ineffective against even the most pathetic of trash mobs.

He turned his attention on the gunmen, they were both quaking, but the one on his right had the steely gaze of someone who had the guts to actually shoot. "I don't need you to respond, your actions prove it. Let's see, I'm on Arth, no, Urth, wait… Earth. Japan? A land of no magic, if I remember correctly."

"Y-yes, L-Lord Ainz." the nurse stuttered, "But your legal name is Suzuki Satoru. I have been tasked with your rehabilitation into society, and as such, I must use your..."

"No." He cut her off quickly. "I have conquered the world, ruled it for almost three thousand years. No mere peasant will address me as such when not even my most trusted of guardians does so. As proven by your two guards, I have power, magic..."

The guard on the left spoke up first, "No one has been able to cast anything above tier three here."

Ainz looked at him like he was stupid. "Ahh, magic does work here… You would have been a terrible Yggdrasil player. Still I thank you for your information." With that he plunged his outstretched arm into the depths of a magical rip in reality and drug out a gleaming white bound book cornered in gold and rubies.

It was one of the three world items that he held in his personal possession, the first being the Dragon Sphere, the second was not truly a World item but his guild staff had the power of one, and the third was The Spell Book. It was a true marvel to find as the pages of flavor text becoming reality meant that it was terrifically potent for him.

Seven hundred and eighteen spells was really too few a number after all.

There was a ninth tier spell that was almost utterly useless in Yggdrasil but, like the Horn of the Goblin General, had proven its worth in a few key moments. Normally it wasn't accessible to a necromancer, or any form of undead. It was a hidden angelic holy spell from what he had gathered, similar to his hidden skill [The Goal of All Life is Death], that allowed one extra slot for equipment attaching a magical item directly to the player's 'soul'. This item could only be used to activate any skills or spells attached to it at the added bonus of staying in a player's inventory even after death.

World Level Items were rare, his guild was impeccable for owning eleven, now nearly thirty. New Worlders were easy pickings, low leveled idiots with no comprehension of the things they got their hands on.

The Spell Book was potent, one of the twenty, it allowed any player to cast any spell from its pages, once. It would drain the MP gauge of the requisite mana and stop at zero, even if one didn't have enough MP to cast the spell. Of course perusing it could be done all day and all night, as it also had the single existent copy of all of the spells in Yggdrasil, and somehow, of his home world as well.

World Items could be equipped to the player's soul using the spell. Loopholes made it so that casting [Soul Equip] onto The Spell Book meant that the item was equipped before the curse of the Twenty could befall it and cause it to disappear.

Of course once equipped in such a manner, one could not peruse the spell list, and removing it from the slot would trigger the curse. But once there, as long as he had the MP, Ainz could cast any spell from memory. Once he found out about this loophole, he had of course memorized the whole book, making him far more deadly than any other being in the New World.

Without it he wouldn't have been able to go up against four of the Ancient Dragon Lords alone while the forces of Nazarick beat down the other two.

"So I did die..." he said quietly as he looked at the bleached white parchment and blood red ruby corner gems of the cover. "Heh, death for the undead is life. Hilarious." Ainz used his fleshy fingers to carefully open the single most powerful item he possessed to a familiar page. He inhaled, reminding himself that, at least for now, he had to breathe to cast. "[Soul Equip]"

His MP drained, the book shook in his hands as it dissolved into particles of light that swirled around his body before coating him and fading.

One of the guns went off, piercing his shoulder painfully with a bullet. Red seeped out, blood. Flesh, and torn skin. It reminded him that he was pathetically alive. More than three thousand years spent as an undead Overlord, the sight of his own bones being covered in such horrifically weak meat was disgusting.

Ainz bitterly clenched his teeth through the pain, not much more than taking the full brunt of [Vermilion Nova] without fire protection. The better question was would a heal spell work or not, given his current and former status as an undead. Not that he could cast anything at the moment, being out of MP sucked.

"What was that?" asked the other guard from behind his gun barrel.

"Ninth tier magic," he replied in a bored tone once the worst of the pain subsided, "it seems as if the upper echelons of magic are available, with either the right amount of MP or through special circumstances..." Ainz looked at the three of them, the nurse was blanched white in fear while the two guards held steady against whatever he might do next. "Activate Skill, [High Tiered Physical Nullification]"

The room erupted in gunshot echoing from the walls. The weakened coma patient laying on his side laughed as dozens of bullets hit him from two angles.

Ainz continued to laugh as the bullets slowly stopped coming, enjoying the raw unfiltered fear rolling off of the three humans standing in front of him. They were struck speechless, mute from ravaging waves of quaking shivers and paralyzed beyond thought.

"I am a level one hundred PC from Yggdrasil. It is evident that you have heard of my name. Ainz Ooal Gown. Ahh, ancient memories are coming back." He plunged his hand into a rip in the air made out of purple and black miasma to drag out his other top tier item, his staff.

Being made out of almost pure magic and triple refined prismatic ore made his Staff indestructible in the New World, a fact that had him carrying it around once the threat of the Dragon Lords became apparent. However with the new threat of science looming over his head, Ainz had to wrack his mind for ancient unused memories that had nothing to do with his home world or Yggdrasil.

"Now, nurse. Am I to assume that I am not the first to arrive from, what did you call it? The Dragon Lands? Would I require a healing spell or a lethal spell to rid myself from the damage your gun toting guardians have wrought?" he glared at her, "Knowing full well I am an Overlord and naturally not of the living?"

She quivered at his prone body, eyeing the spiraling golden staff with fear. One of the gaping guards gulped loudly while pulling out another magazine for his rifle. He looked at it sadly, and the arm holding it dropped to his side limply, like a puppet with cut strings. "Truth be told, L-lord," he forced the word out of his clenched mouth, "y-you are the o-only un-undead av-avatar t-t-t-t"

"Ahhhh. Interesting. Except I know it to be false. There was a demi-human, a vampire about twelve centuries back, she tried to invade my home and was torn to shreds on the second floor. I even warned her not to go in. Such a shame. Losing Players like that."

"Healing magic has not been attempted on her out of fear that it would backfire." the nurse quickly stammered out.

"You lot are useless. My Guardians would have had no trouble executing such a simple experiment." Ainz weakly drug his weary arm carrying the immensely heavy staff to rest it alongside his body, still in contact with him, as the mana recovery buffs it had were too valuable to ignore. "Ah well, it is merely a matter of time before I perform the death ritual upon myself and return to my rightful body. After that, dragging Nazarick to a third world will not be difficult. And then, I think I shall conquer this world as well."

AN: I'm trying to avoid more fandoms. Honestly I am. A friend recommended Overlord to me, the anime, I watched it because I was too sick to do anything else at the time and it was short (12 episodes). I was not expecting to genuinely like it, although as a long time lover of dead characters and a preference towards rooting for the baddies, I guess that it was a forgone conclusion I would like it.

I got hooked. See, there were innumerable little details in the anime that hinted at more than the immediate visuals were showing, enough for me to read the whole book series. I was not disappointed. Not. One. Bit.

So I came up with this little plot bunny, decided to write it as a one-shot to get it out of my head, and went with the less personally devastating version, where Ainz retained his magic. The better plot would have gone the other way, but, like a successful raid of Nazarick, I couldn't write it. I know that, like this one almost did, it would spiral out of control. (I was planning on getting TouchMe to show up, having Ainz mistake him for Sebas, and having a severe mental break with reality on top of a sudden nanite allergy. I almost had that be the lead in to discovering he still has access to magic, killing technology wherever he goes, but it started to snowball in length)

In the end, I decided that I have too many Overlord one-shots in my brain. I may or may not write more, but if I do, they will be attached to this one.

RFYS! (Read From You Soon)

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