Welcome to my Overlord fanfiction. First off let me make this clear: I'm not able to read the web novel. All I know about Overlord is from the Anime, the manga and the wiki. All concepts of the classes, items etc. are just conclusions of myself.

Disclaimer: I don't own Overlord. All rights belong to their respective owners. All I own is this fanfiction and the OCs in it.

Reaper of a new world

Chapter 1: Goodbye Yggdrasil

It was fun wasn't it.

DMMORPG, Dive Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game are, like the name said, games where the Player dives into a virtual reality. The most popular DMMO was Yggdrasil. Even if it lacked the facial Expression Technology, this game allowed it's Players a creative freedom like no other. From customization of armor and weapons even to programming entire dungeons and NPCs, Non-Player-Characters. With over 700 playable races, this game was truly a masterpiece of a game. It needed an exclusive console to Play and was from it's release in 2126 must have for every gamer.

Now 2138 twelve years later Yggdrasil announced that the Servers would shut down. On Yggdrasil's last day a few players decided to stay for a last Moment in their beloved game.

This is the story of an unexpected turn of fate that led to an even more unexpected fate.

Yggdrasil, Niflheim

Niflheim was a world of ice and snow. It was the realm of the frost giants and the devourer of the nine worlds Nidhöggr. In this never ennding snow storm even a group of players would be an easy kill for an assasin ambush.

In a wall, of one of numerous glaciers was gate, which looked like a temple ruin. This was the abyss of Garm, a mid-tier dungeon. People, that were evil in live would be transported to Niflheim, before being send to Helheim. Garm protects the gates of Helheim as one of the watchdogs. Well, he did before a guild of players came, invaded his dungeon and killed him. The dungeon was now the base of the guild Ouroboros.

Well, it was, before the guild crumbled apart.

Abyss of Garm, floor 6

The sixth floor of the abyss was a valley. The mountains around the valley made the atmosphere threating and imposing. In the valley a forest of scary looking smaller trees and truly giant trees covered the ground. Here and there was a small clearing. A thick gray-purple mist covered the forest, preventing those who roamed the forest to see the beautiful night sky which was filled with stars. On a hill at the end of the forest a traditional japanese castle towered over the valley and the mist. High walls surrounded the building and lanterns burned giving the white and gray castle an orange dangerous look. The castle had six stories, the sixth floor was more a balcony with a roof. On the courtyard were two giant statues of what seemed to be knights, kneeling towards the gate. This was once the center of the guild Ouroboros. But now only a single player was still inside.

In traditional japanese looking room a figure sat on a long table. It wore a black robe with light-gray parts of armor on it, black metal gauntlets and matching metal boots. A robe hid it's face making it look like black hole (A/N: If you don't get the Picture Mathael's attire from Diablo 3). This was Minas Morgul, a Level 80 wraith assasin and the last remaining member of Ouroboros. He tempted often to close the guild, but he couldn't do it. This is all that was left in this world. And now it would disappear with the rest of Yggdrasil.

Minas sighed, it wasn't the voice of an old adult but rather of a young man. In real-life Minas life had no meaning anymore. He was 19 years old, had played Yggdrasil for 6 years now and was about to die. The thing was that after a car accident 2 years ago, his father died on that day, he lost a lot of blood. In the hospital was an accident and he got the wrong blood sample. One year later he just became suddenlly unconscious. The diagnosis: HIV. His own immune system was shutting down and he had to live in the hospital for a year now. At least he could play Yggdrasil in there, well until now.

Life was unfair, cruel and unforgiving. He had experienced it first hand.

Minas opened his menu and scrolled through the contacts. He would at least make a call for his friends, before never seeing them again. He scrolled, but no contact was online. Then suddenly someone was available. 'Momonga, who was that again?' Minas thought, then it clicked. He had met the guild leader of the ranked 9 guild Ainz Ooal Gown about 3 years ago, before his accident. He was Level 45 back then and had annihilated a bunch of PKs that picked on a heteromorphic player. What was the funny part: each of them was Level 52-61, but there concentration was fixed on the weaker heteromorphic Player, so they noticed too late that their throat were cut.

Flashback Helheim

In the swamps of Helheim a group of five human looking knights threw an figure to the ground. The figure was looking like a like an elf, but the bat-wings on the back and the bony tail said it was a demon. The demon wore nothing, but a leather armor a low ranked armor normally for new players. The demon itself looked like a Young man with short green hair and a blindfold. The knghts all wore a silver-blue armor, declaring that they were part of probably the same Group.

"Hahaha...see told you that newbie would be weak." One of the Knights taunted, causing the others to laugh as well. One Knight then grabbed the demon by the hair and Held his head above the ground.

"So what should it be the sword? The mace? Maybe an holy element spell?" he asked while Holding his sword threateningly at the neck of the demon, who wriggled to escaped the grip, but useless. But before the knight could cut the poor demons throat, something came out the bushes and shot past the Knights.

"What the hell was that?" one Knight exclaimed as the unknown object shot out he jungle again and again. They looked around but so nothing. Until they noticed that their friend, who Held the demon just seconds ago was already dead and they had lost a lot of health as well.

"Assasin!" one Knight shouted. They formed a circle with their weapons ready. But then they heard a murmur.

"Assasin art: Delayed strike" it said. Then the rest of the Knights disappeared out of existence as well, leaving an awestruck demon alone in the clearing.

Not far away from him a wraith in a black robe floated through the vegetation. Dematerialisation was one of the useful wraith skills. It allowed the player to move without any sound through any Kind of vegetation, trap and even walls without a sound. The bad side was however you couldn't carry any items with you that you couldn't put in your inventory, for example in some quests wher you have to carry certain eggs or rocks to a specific place.

The wraith then found himself confronted with two figures. One was a silver knight and a red cape, carrying a shield. The other one a skeleton in a black robe, holding a staff showing that he was a magic caster. The knight spoke up first.

"That was quite impressive. If you didn't helped that guy, we would have probably come to late." he spoke in a happy and friendly voice. "If the road is harsh, it is only natural to take your sword and help." he then said while striking an heroric pose. Both Minas and the Skeleton just showed a -_-; Icon.

"Anyway" the Skeleton spoke "I'm Momonga of Ainz Ooal Gown and that's Touch me." he said while pointing at the silver knight. In response the wraith walked over to the knight and poked him. "What are you doing?" Momonga then asked.

The wraith looked at the Skeleton and said "You said his Name is Touch Me so I touched him." Momonga couldn't help but laugh how bad the pun was. Touch Me now was on his Hands and knees, emitting a depressive Aura. The wraith then walked to Momonga and offered a handshake. "Name's Minas Morgul, but Minas is fine."

Flashback Ends

If Minas could have smiled right now he would have. He even remembered that Momonga even invited him to join, but Minas had to turn the offer down by stating that he was just 16 and still at school. But still he offered to help whenever Nazarick would need someone to disappear, they just needed to tell him. Minas then stood up and walked out the room. While walking through the castle he noticed it was truly a bit lonely since the last member left Ouroboros in Minas' care. He walked upstairs to the highest floor and found himself in front of a big wooden door. He opened the door and entered the throne room. The room was illuminated with a few lamps, hanging down from the ceiling. The room had also a few banners with the personal symbols of the six founder members on them at the walls. He walked to the other end of the room where a giant flag with the Ouroboros Symbol covered the whole wall behind a throne. The throne itself was on the other end of the room, because this side of the room was a bit higher then the rest, so it was above the rest of the room. The throne was a big comfortable looking chair made of redish copper. The seat was covered with azure textile and the armrests and chair legs were decorative designed like the heads of dragons and snakes.

Next to the throne an item floated in the air, on the same spot Minas left it. The blade of erasure, Sturm. A possessed straight sword with a gray twisted blade like a spiral. It was forged by the original six. Minas walked over and grabbed the hilt of the sword, taking the sheath of the sword out of his inventory, sheathing Sturm and walked to the throne. Then he sat on the throne and leaned back, the sword on his lap. It was a shame that Yggdrasil didn't allow you to feel texture and taste, but that were minor problems. Minas glanced in the corner of his eye at a figure that just stood there. He knew who that was. An NPC that was created as a guardian of the castle. Kilthane, a arc devil in a black knight armor and with a black sword and shield (A/N: black knight from Dark Souls), created by one of the original six, Chubarava.

"Move there." Minas ordered the knight, while pointing at the space in front of the throne. The knight obeyed and walked to the point Minas had pointed at. Then glancing to the other side another NPC glanced at him. This was one of his own creations, Lycosa, an eight edge assasin, created for only one purpose to defend her lord and creator. Because she was an assasin as well Minas took her sometimes with him, so she could aid him in the case of battle. She wore a dark leather armor, spiked iron gauntlets and a iron mask (A/N: Dark armor from Dark Souls 2)

"Move there." Minas now ordered the human insect next to his throne, which was there quickly. "Kneel." Both kneeled now their heads down, showing respect. Minas sighed. 'Ah I wanted to call Momonga.' he slapped himself. "Message." A ringing sound was heared.

The Message spell was a spell both warriors and spell casters could use. It replaced the chats in the game and gave the alking ones more privacy. Another ring later someone responded.

"Hello, who's there?" a voice replied that was definatly Momonga.

"It's me, Minas.," after a short silence Minas added " the guy who touched Touch me.

"Ah yes. Sorry I didn't recognized you at first."

"It' fine. So how are you?"

"A bit sad about... you know."

"I see. I have heard about what happened to your guild. Don't worry you are not alone."

Momonga was now confused "Why's that?"

"After we parted ways a few friends of mine and I found our own guild. An average guild that is." Minas said with a hint of regret in his voice due it wasn't as impressive as Ainz Ooal Gown. "After year or so the guild started to crumble apart, because the most members were leechers and the senoir members had no more time to play. Others used Ouroboros as a jumping pad and founded their own guilds."

"So that's why you are the guildmaster now?" Momonga asked.

Minas shook his head even if Momonga couldn't see it. "I had the highest level of all, so that's why Orochimaru gave me the guild weapon." Minas glanced at the clock. 23:56:19. "So what are you doing right now Momonga-san?"

"Momonga was a bit stunned by the question, but replied "Sitting in the throne room. Why?"

"So you too huh? I have the two NPCs of the castle guards kneeling before me."

"That's harsh."

"Oh come on, like you never thought about it."

"Actually..." Momonga's voice trailed off, but Minas could hear the embarrassment in his voice.

"Really, right now?" Minas laughed.

"Well it's the last day, so I thought..". But Minas continued to laugh.

"It's okay. After all a sorcerer king needs his servants to bow in front of him." After a small break he asked. "How many?"

"Excuse me?"

"Who and how many are kneeling before the supreme being of Nazarick?" Minas asked.

"There would be the floor guardians overseer Albeldo, a succubus, the combat maids of the pleiades and their overseer Sebas Tian, a dragonoid." Momonga stated.

"Well you guys alwalys created all different kinds of NPCs. We just had a few the rest are either under lvl 30 monsters or the few mercenary monsters. I bet you could raid tje abyss of Garm without breaking a sweat." Minas sounded a bit jealous.

In Yggdrasil, a guild's dungeon could spawn monsters in order to protect it. However those NPCs would be all below level 30 and didn't really suited to protect the dungeon against other players. The mercenary system allowed the guild to spawn higher level enemies in exchange of gold. Another thing was that all custom NPCs, such as the floor guardians in Nazarick, would be on a lower or the same level as the creator. Of course they could level up but that took a lot of time. And because Ouroboros had mostly members on level 60-70 they would stand no chance against level 100 Players. In this moment only a few NPCs inhabitated the abyss. The floor guardians, a few guardians on the different floors, plus the monsters that spawned on the different floors.

"Wouldn't that be a bit cowardly to raid an empty guild dungeon?"

"Hey I'm still here besides that's what I did the whole last week." It was true that since the server shut down announcement a lot of players lost the fun of playing Yggdrasil, leaving their dungeons alone and defenseless. Minas used that time to take what he could get. Gold, items, resources,crafting materials and everything else he could get was now in a storage room in the Basement of the castle. He even found a lot of books with informations about the world of Yggdrasil. Information was in a game with limited access to knowledge essential to survive. Everything the player learned was written down in a journal automatically.

Minas glanced at the clock again, 23:59:20. "Momonga I really hope that we see each other again."

Momonga was a bit taken aback by that statement. "Yeah I hope that too." he said in a sad tone.

"Let's stay 'til the very end of this fantastic world." Minas said.

"Didn't want to do something else. Goodnight Minas-san."

"Night Momonga-san." with that the connection was served.

Minas then looked at the banners of the original six on the walls. He began to count them, while pointing at each flag. "Isalym," the banner showed a european castle with bars, where the entrance would be and stars above it. "Chubarava," the banner showed an amphisbaena that spread it's wings, while standing on a rock. "Vray Monarch," this banner had a rose on it with many thorned vines surrounding it. "Kito Gaia" a banner with a spear planted into the ground, where a spiderweb of cracks surrounded it. "And me." his own flag showed a sun with a hole in it, resembling an eclipse. "Who would have thought it would end like his?" He said when he was finished. He closed his eyes and awaited the forced logout.

23:59:45

'Yes it was fun. Goodbye Yggdrasil, you won't be forgotten.' he thought to himself.

23:59:57

23:59:58

23:59:59

00:00:00

00:00:01

00:00:02

Wait what?

Minas opened his eyes. He was still in the throne room but something was different.

The HUD was gone and Minas didn't feel anymore the bed, he was lying in just seconds ago nor the headset to play Yggdrasil. Panicked he stood up and exclaimed. "What's going on?"

That was the first chapter of reaper of a new world. Please write your opinion in the reviews, I'm always welcome for suggestions. In the next days I won't be able to upload new chapters for my stories because of real life stuff. See you next time.