DISCLAIMER: I do not own Overlord or Fate/stay night. Both works belong to Murayama and Nasu respectively. This story is a work of fiction. Any relation to characters and events are purely coincidental.

The caravan ride to Baharuth had been a short affair, though the ride was somewhat unpleasant on account of the many bumps in the road. By the time they had reached their destination, Saitou's posterior was sore. Not only that, but the confusion on his mind had yet to cease.

During the ride, he had been questioned a few amount of times, mainly on where he was from, what he remembered, what he did and what he was going to do. Foresight would have questioned him further, but the warmly man, Roberdyck, had been quite understanding and realized Saitou was in no shape or mood to be bothered. Still, Saitou answered what little he could. Obviously, he couldn't tell them that he was from another world. Instead, he told them that he wasn't exactly from Baharuth, Re-Estize (wherever that was) or even the South that they mentioned. He was also a courier and was on his way to deliver his next package when he saw a boy about to be struck and dived in to save him. After that, everything was a blank.

They seemed to buy it, but Arche still seemed suspicious. She kept a wary eye on him, but otherwise didn't make any hostile movement.

Still, Saitou had to consider himself lucky. Foresight hadn't just been understanding, but kind as well. Their leader Hekkeran had provided him a means to get himself bathed and offered to buy him some clothes.

Speaking of, Baharuth was what he had expected to see from a world that was apparently set in fantasy, but it was still unbelievable to see. It was bustling with activity and reminded him of the cities of India, based on pictures his mother had shown him on her days off from work. Of course, most of what he saw just looked to be shops, bars, brothels and other places of pleasure. There was also a strange sense of danger that he couldn't quite put his finger on, like a small misstep would lead to his downfall.

He didn't know what this feeling was, but Saitou was on guard.

"So, feeling better?"

Saitou nodded as he and Hekkeran stepped out into the streets and moving away from the bathhouse. His tattered clothes had been disposed of, and now wore a simple black shirt with short sleeves and thin slacks that offered little in the way of comfort. To be honest, they rubbed against his skin like sandpaper, but he was not about to complain. Not when it was Hekkeran who bought him all this. In terms of footwear, though, he had to settle on sandals.

Hekkeran was not rich, and the shopkeepers were apparently stingy bastards.

"Sorry to make you go through this trouble, and for a guy you met only a few hours ago." Saitou apologized sincerely.

Hekkeran laughed, waving off his concerns. "No, no! It's fine. Besides, if I just left you there, Rob would have chewed me out. Say I would have spat on the gods' faces if I ignored someone who looked like he was in trouble."

"Roberdyck-san is a priest?"

"San?"

Saitou winced, cursing his slip of the tongue. "Sorry. Where I'm from, it's an honorific. San is meant to address your elders in neutral respect. On the opposite end of the spectrum is chan, which are for children and girls."

"Huh. So, I guess it would be Arche-chan, Imina-san, Roberdyck-san and Hekkeran-san, then?" Saitou nodded. Of course, there were other honorifics of respect, such as dono and sama, but he didn't see any real need to inform Hekkeran of that. "But back to Rob, he's a priest. He's also a faith magic caster, which helps balance us out. When it comes to roles and formations, if I'm allowed to brag, Foresight is well-balanced. Rob's our tank and faith when things get dicey, and we've got Imina and Arche for long-range support. And I'm more of the front-lines guy."

'Sounds like something out of a video game.' Saitou thought.

"But enough about us, what are you going to do now, Saitou?" Hekkeran asked him suddenly, causing Saitou to stop. "Will you try and find a way back home?"

Saitou pursed his lips. It would be nice if he could find a way to go back home, but he was quite certain he had died. True, his memory of that event wasn't complete, but he was pretty sure. If he was wrong, then he was probably booted out of his world and tossed into this one at the very last second. However, it didn't explain the state of his clothes, so maybe someone had just revived his corpse? Pushing those thoughts aside, Saitou didn't see any real reason to go back home. His mother had died shortly after he graduated from high school, and he had lost all contact with his friends from high school not long after he entered college to focus on his career. There were no attachments to home.

Though he would be lying if he said it would suck if he couldn't watch anime or read manga, especially not when he had yet to finish watching Devilman Crybaby.

If he had no way back home, then living in this world was the alternative. Of course, that brought forth a problem. Unless there was some major cosmic coincidence going on that he wasn't aware of for the sake of convenience, Saitou Fukushima did not exist in this world. This meant that there was no record of his existence anywhere. He was a stranger who just showed up out of nowhere. And he had not a single penny to his name, save for the clothes on his back.

He could resolve this problem if he had a job of some kind, but he still needed to learn about this world's economy and work offerings. If he was able to, he would avoid becoming a Worker when it meant he would be fighting for dear life out on the battlefield. He had taken a few martial arts classes, courtesy of his mother wanting him to be able to defend himself, but he wouldn't call himself an expert. And knowing his luck, he'd likely have to fight monsters like dragons, goblins and other creatures that could kill him easily.

Eventually, Saitou sighed and ran a hand through his locks of hair. "I don't know." he said honestly. "I mean, I could try to find my way back home, but I doubt I can. It's kind of complicated. Ideally, I'd like to settle down, but I don't have any kind of documentation on me, much less money."

Hekkeran rubbed his chin. "You got a point. You can get Baharuth citizenship pretty easily, but finding a job right now isn't easy. It's almost time for the yearly war with Re-Estize." Saitou raised an eyebrow at that. Seeing his expression and aware that the young teen was unaware of certain events, he explained it for him. "Every year, Baharuth gets into skirmishes with Re-Estize. They're not full-blown wars, mind you, otherwise the empire would be in dire straits. It's kind of like a siege."

"I see..."

This brought unneeded complications. Sighing, Saitou shook his head in dismay. Hekkeran honestly pitied the poor kid. While he, like Arche, had some suspicions about Saitou, he could see that the kid was earnest and honestly a good person. Sure, he could tell there were a few lies here and there, but there was a good reason for doing so. That much, he was sure of. As it stood now, Saitou's chances of a normal life were limited due to poor timing.

There was also another reason why Hekkeran found himself seemingly caring about someone he had only just met a few hours ago. It was Saitou's presence. Something about his aura just seemed to draw him in. It wasn't charisma or anything like that, but something else. What, he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Eventually, Hekkeran had reached an idea. Saitou was sure to disagree with him, and the others would probably question what was going through his mind, but he really wanted to help Saitou out.

"Hey, I got an idea, if you're interested." Saitou looked up at him. When Hekkeran opened his mouth, he received a rather painful stare. "Why not become a Worker?"

REVIVAL TWO: The New Worker who Hunts Undead

"You invited him to join us?" Imina looked at Hekkeran as if he had just grown a second head. "No offense, Hekkeran, but what were you thinking?"

Arche bobbed her head in agreement. "We've barely known him for a day. What gives?"

"Now, now." Roberdyck, ever the peaceful voice of reason - bless his soul - waved his hands in an attempt to placate the two women. "Let our leader speak."

Hekkeran rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Okay, I'll admit. It was kind of rash for me to do that, but it isn't like he agreed to it. Heck, he just gave me this really awkward stare. He said he'd give me his answer in a few days when he's had a chance to settle down." He reclined in his chair and sighed. "Look, I know how odd this all seems. Saitou's obviously not telling us the whole story, but I don't think he's a bad person. If anything, I just think he's confused."

"And yet you still asked him to join us." Roberdyck pointed out. "It isn't a bad idea, but I don't believe Saitou has had any formal training. His physique does imply he's had some training, but judging by how he eyed our weapons rather cautiously, I don't think he's ever held a weapon a day in his life."

"Hey, I never said it was a good idea." the leader of Foresight grumbled. "I get why you guys are upset, but come on. Let's keep an open mind about all this. Besides, it isn't like we'll know he will join us for real. In fact, I'm kind of hoping he just refuses. Sure, I gave him the offer, but that doesn't actually mean I want him risking his life just to make ends meat."

But it would be the quickest, and unfortunately the safest method as things stood. Baharuth was getting ready for the annual war, so this meant security was going to be tight. This also meant that prices for certain items would be increasing, in order to make a quick profit. Workers were given the option to join in on the annual wars, with the promise of a hefty sum of money as a reward, but considering that this was the closest someone would get to wartime, it was understandable why some of them wouldn't want to engage. Foresight was not strapped for cash, so they had no reason to participate. And even if they were, they could always choose the jobs with a good reward and a low risk involved.

Saitou, however, was a stranger who was now in a bad place. If the guards happened to detain him, he had no doubt what could happen to him. And if he got desperate to earn some money...

Yeah, he really didn't want to think about it.

Seeing things from this perspective, the others eventually understood Hekkeran's point. Imina in particular looked a bit perturbed. "I guess I can see where your coming from. Still, does anyone find Saitou a bit strange?"

"How so?" Roberdyck asked curiously. "Admittedly, he is a foreigner to these lands, coming from the South."

"Well, yeah, there's that. But I was talking about the kid in general. Something about him feels...off. I don't really know how to explain it, but when you look at him or think about him, there's this...feeling I get from him."

Arche's eyes widened. "So it isn't just me?"

"Saitou's presence does feel strange, I will admit." the priest confessed softly. "How to put it...? I suppose the best way to describe it is benevolent, in my humble opinion. I don't sense any hostile intent, and even though his story has a few holes in it, I think him suspicious, but never question if he has hostile intentions."

"It is kind of weird. Maybe it's a skill or something?"

While Foresight had spent their evening inside a bar discussing Saitou's predicament and what to do in the event that he accepted their offer, the young man himself was lying in his bed. Imina had gotten him his own room, albeit a very cheap one. It showed, with one side of the wall being covered in stains that smelled. What it was, he was in no hurry to know. There wasn't a window, so it was stuffy. Its only real upside was that the bed was VERY comfortable, even if it was just filled with cotton and straw.

"Okay, Saitou." he muttered to himself as he stared up at the ceiling. "What do you do now?"

His mind kept racing back to Hekkeran's offer earlier today when they were at the market after he had just bought him clothes. Being a Worker was pretty much the same as being an adventurer or a hunter or something, accepting requests from people and finding items like jewels, herbs and ores. That kind of lifestyle would pay well, but Saitou knew the risks. He'd have to go out and fight monsters, and considering he had no experience, he was most certainly going to die.

Dying again was not on his list of priorities.

It would be best to try and think of something else, but what? Become a merchant? How would he know anything about that when he didn't know how the economy worked? Work on a farm and hope for the best? He didn't know the first thing about agriculture. They were feasible, but they would require a lot of work and time. But the problem always came back to money.

Saitou didn't have any money whatsoever, so how was he supposed to attempt this?

Thinking rationally, he had two options in front of him. On the one hand, he could turn to a life of crime, but it had the same risks, if not worse, than becoming a Worker. Hekkeran had said that tensions in the empire were high, so one wrong misstep would cost him dearly. Then there was the long term risks. Even if he could hack it as a thief, how long would it be before his actions would catch up with him and he got caught or made a mistake?

On the other hand, becoming a Worker was his safest, yet most risky option. It payed well, but he'd have to risk his life on a daily basis just to get paid.

In the end, it all boiled down to what Saitou had to contribute. He sighed and rolled onto his side, facing the wall his bed was up against. "I'll think about it more in the morning..." he muttered as he closed his eyes, letting his mind drift off.

In all the excitement, he had forgotten about the odd mark on his hand. It was engraved into his flesh like a brand, resembling a heart divided into three segments. Two segments made up each half of the heart, with a wing-like design stretching outward, while markings spread inward to invoke the idea that the hearts were trying to reunited. At the top of the heart was the third segment, drawn in the likeness of a crown.

As Saitou slept, the mark began to glow. A soft blue hue shined from it. Saitou had not noticed it, as his mind had already fallen deep into slumber.

[Synchronization: 47%]

[Stability: 61%]

[Requirements for ? ? ? have not been met]

[Current status: Strength - D- / Endurance - D / Mana - C+ / Agility - D / Luck - C-]

[Skills Available: Analyze Structure, Pacify Existence, Detect Presence, ? ? ?]

[Congratulations for a successful transmigration, Grand Holder. In honor of this achievement, you will be given the SHEBA Armament.]

[We hope you will use these gifts wisely in your quest to eliminate Outsiders.]

When morning came, Saitou had made his decision. It took two hours of long hard thinking, but he had reached a conclusion.

"...no offense, Hekkeran-san, but this is kind of tight around..."

"Nonsense! It looks perfect on you!"

Saitou gave the blonde older man a sharp look before he sighed, his legs shifting uncomfortably from how his nether regions were being constricted. Underwear from this world was very comfy, but the thick leather pants that now clad his lower body made it feel like it was being choked. His black shirt was replaced by a top made of thin leather, offering some protection and comfort. Over it was a vest with a pouch attached to the side and holsters along the side, meant for keeping vials and knives stored away. His sandals had been replaced by leather boots with plates of metal strapped over the front, reaching up to his calves. Metal bracers were wrapped around the back of his gloves, with sharp points directly above the knuckles.

Flexing his hands and rotating his arms, the only real complaints he had about this attire were how it rubbed his skin the wrong way and how his pants were a bit too tight.

"You know, I can't help but find it quite convenient how you just so happened to have a spare set of armor laying around your bedroom." Imina said dully, giving Hekkeran a flat look. The man didn't look the least bit perturbed. "Care to explain?"

"It was a hand-me-down from my folks. Didn't have the heart to toss it." Hekkeran shrugged. "Kind of surprised it actually fits you."

"As I said, it's tight on the you-know-where." Saitou deadpanned. "And the leather is hardly comfortable."

"You get used to it." Roberdyck told him. "Still, are you sure about this, Saitou? Choosing the Worker lifestyle..."

The brunette sighed as he ran his hands through his dark locks of hair. "Believe me, Roberdyck-san, I would choose something else, but when I looked at my options, this is pretty much my only option." he said. "I just have to stay careful, not get overconfident...and try not to die a painful death." It sounded so easy out loud, but inwardly, the teen knew that he didn't have a snowball's chance in hell. In fact, he was sure the snowball would last longer. "Of course, my only problem here is that I don't know how to swing a sword worth a damn. I know self-defense and parkour, but that's about it."

"Parkour?" Imina asked curiously. "What's that?"

"It's sort of like a fitness activity. Basically, you do stunts like vaulting over railings or walls or climb up buildings." In his middle school days, Saitou had loved running around to the point where everyone in his neighborhood knew him as the kid who loved to jump over everything, from boxes and bottles to railings and so on. There was an abandoned park that proved to be an excellent training ground of sorts for him, though it was eventually bulldozed and replaced with a parking lot. "Helped build adrenaline."

Hekkeran let out an "ah" before he folded his arms. "Well, I guess your first job as a new Worker is to learn how to fight. And I have just the teacher in mind." Saitou rasied his brow. He thought the man was going to have him train with him, but what the blonde said next caught his interest. "I do believe it's time to cash in on that favor the old man owes me for that job a month back."

"Weren't you saving that favor for something really important?" Arche questioned her leader. "Like, the I-Don't-Have-Any-Options-Left kind of important?"

"Hey, this is important! ...kind of."

...okay, so before we continue, let me just say this. Never, in all of my life, have I ever wished bodily harm on someone as much as I did with Hekkeran at that moment.

I didn't really get the specifics, but the "old man" that owed Hekkeran a favor was a veteran Worker by the name of Parpatra Ogrion, or "Ojii-san" as I liked to call him. Back in the day, he used to be on par with even an orichalcum-ranked adventurers. In fact, he used to be an adventurer himself until he got into an argument with the boss of the adventurers guild.

Basically, to make a long story short, Hekkeran cashed in on the favor Ojii-san owed him to train me. At the time I'm writing in this journal, it's been a month since I was "reincarnated" into this world. In that time, I've become rather proficient in using a sword. I'm no master, but I can use it well enough. What I really learned from my experiences in fighting with Ojii-san and learning under him was how to avoid getting hit, learning to take blows, tell whenever my opponent was about to strike and so-on.

Of course, it would be more accurate to say that, for the majority of my "training" I was Ojii-san's own personal punching bag.

I have yet to claim vengeance on Hekkeran for this, even though the man was doing his best to help me. He honestly had no reason to invite me into his team, especially since I was little more than a stranger. Hell, I even asked him why he went out of his way to help a guy like me. He told me that he "just felt like it."

I haven't gone on any official jobs yet, mainly because Foresight was teaching me the ins and outs of the Worker lifestyle. Despite getting better payment for jobs than adventurers, we didn't receive any sort of aid and had to make judgement calls on our own. How difficult a request was, what the job entailed, what sorts of dangers we were getting ourselves into, that sort of thing. There were also rules and guidelines that weren't typically followed, but were still mandatory to learn, when it came to interacting with adventurers. From what I've learned, adventurers and Workers don't typically get along. Especially if the former is from E-Rantel.

On another note, I've been officially registered a citizen of the Baharuth Empire. There were some difficulties, such as heavy questioning and background checks and all that. I was sure that I was gonna get the boot, but for some reason, they ultimately decided to give me my pass and registration. Oddly enough, it happened when some old fossil had been attending my evaluation. I had no idea who he was, but since he was talking to my "interrogator" I considered him to be the big factor behind my acceptance.

Of course, I don't really know for sure just yet.

Anyway, back to Foresight. I've been with them for a month now, and so far, I think I've gotten to know them somewhat better. We aren't "friends" per say, but we are getting close to being companions. Arche-chan is still wary around me, but she's still courteous and doesn't go out of her way to be mean or nasty or anything like that. She's just cautious about someone as odd as me. Imina-san has a neutral opinion about me. She does think I'm suspicious for hiding a few things, but she ultimately understands the needs for secrecy and doesn't push any further. Hekkeran-san has been quite supportive of me. I would consider him to be the "big brother" of the group.

Robyerdyck-san is...well, how do I put it? He's like-

A sharp knock rapped on his door. The quill skirted off the page, dashing right over the edge. Saitou sighed and closed his journal, stuffing it in the desk in front of him before he stood up. "It's open!" he called. The knob turned and Hekkeran stepped inside. "Is it time to move out, Hekkeran-san?"

"Yep." Hekkeran nodded with a small smile. "Better steel yourself, Saitou! This will be your first official mission as a member of Foresight!"

"Aye aye, great leader Hekkeran." Saitou rolled his eyes. He was honestly dreading this day, feeling nervous about entering the field for the first time.

Two days ago, Foresight had accepted a job to go hunt undead near the Katz Plains. It was your typical job, arguably one of the easiest to undergo, which made it the perfect test run for Saitou. The pay generally depended on the client, and this time around Foresight was getting 400 gold coins. It was a very generous offer, to be sure, but it also had its own risks. It wasn't confirmed by the client, but there was supposedly a dangerous undead amid their ranks, hence the high pay. They would also be competing with another Worker group called the Black Gems. From what Imina told Saitou, they were one of the greediest groups in Baharuth to the point that they only accepted jobs that offered a generous reward.

It was dangerous, but Saitou wanted to believe in his new comrades' abilities. Roberdyck had told him that, when they faced off against the dangerous undead that was mentioned, he would sit back and watch, with his job for the fight being to study how it would progress.

He honestly didn't like it, but he was in no position to complain. Especially when he needed to start looking after himself and stop relying on Hekkeran's kindness.

Gathering his things, Saitou slipped his sword into its sheath and threw on the goggles he purchased the other day, as to prevent any dirt from getting in his eyes.

"Alright, let's go."

WORLD GLOSSARY

"Analyze Structure"

A unique tier one spell that allows the user to analyze and map out any complex they are currently inside of. This spell "downloads" basic information about the complex into the user's brain, such as mapping it out. However, this spell does not provide other information, such as the location of treasures, enemies and exit points. Analyze Structure does have a more powerful version called "Analyze Structure II," which provides additional information, such as exit points.

"Pacify Existence"

A passive skill available only to a [Grand Holder]. This passive prevents any and all individuals from expressing any sort of ill-intent towards the user. However, this does not prevent enemies from attempting to attack the user, as while enemies may not perceive the user as a threat, they will act on other instincts.

"Detect Presence"

A tier two spell that presents the user with basic information about any enemies they may approach. Example: if the user encounters an enemy like an undead, Detect Presence will provide the user with stats, level and class pertaining to the undead. Higher tier versions of this spell provide additional information such as the racial abilities of the enemy.

"SHEBA Armament"

An item of unknown origin, bequeathed to a [Grand Holder]. The requirements to obtain the SHEBA Armament are unclear, aside from the fact that the individual must successfully transmigrate into an alternate dimension and survive the experience.

"Synchronization and Stability"

No info about these terms exists. This may change as observation continues.

Beginning Observation:

Saitou Fukushima, the young man from another world, has been welcomed into the Worker group Foresight. A month has passed since his arrival, and has learned what little he can for the treacherous path that lies ahead. He now faces his first task: the elimination of the undead that have begun to surface from the Katz Plains. Alongside the Black Gems, Foresight engages the enemy, though a new threat approaches...

The next Revival is "The New Worker who Hunts Undead II"

Ending Observation

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Slightly longer chapter, as promised. Apologies for the delay.

While the gamer aspect is still present, it has been heavily watered down to something more manageable. I won't go too much into details, but the short glimpse of what you see in the "stat sheet" in the middle of the chapter is what Saitou will be like. He is following something similar to the "fate" stat system used by Servants, but it is reworked for a human.

Also, in regards to Saitou's strength. He will not reach OP territory unless there are certain conditions that have been met. What they are, I won't say. However, the maximum strength he will reach is on the same level as Gazef Stronoff, who is stated to be the "strongest human" in the New World. He won't reach anything past that.

On another note, the Servants that Saitou will be using. I will say this again, but please do not send me suggestions. I have already chosen what Servants Saitou will be summoning, and these choices are locked in. Here they are:

Saber: Charlemagne, Archer: Gilgamesh, Lancer: Karna, Rider: Ivan, Caster: Solomon, Berserker: Hercules, Assassin: Hassan-i-Sabbah (Old Man of the Mountain)

Some of these Servants may seem overpowered, but...may I remind the fact that Saitou is up against Ainz Ooal Gown? This boy will need all the help he can get.

REVIEW:

Boyzilla: Here's hoping they make it out alive (or at the very least some of them!)

AmanoRyo: I don't plan on making Saitou too bitchy. He will react to some events in a natural way, but he's otherwise FAR more emotional than he was in the original version.

Aartorias: I never really saw a fic where a character didn't encounter Ainz Ooal Gown and was more caught up in their own adventures. Or more accurately, involved in a scenario where they might encounter Ainz and accidentally make an enemy out of him. Also, in regards to placement of the chapters, it was titled "REVIVAL ONE" for a reason.

martin . mahendra2301: Not true. I've seen some fate stories that didn't use Shirou.

Guest (Goetia): Hey, if you need someone to counter Papa Ainz, who better than Grampa Decapitation?

impurewool: Sort of. And that would quite the funny omake.

Stratos263: Yeah. He's gonna need all the luck he can get.