After seconds of tense silence, Sanguinius attacked. Thrust!, Momonga tilts his head, while stepping forward.
"guhk!" grunts the angel as the spear end of the scythe hits beneath his pectorals.
Sanguinius kicks, hoping to make distance, Momonga took a half step to the side, grabbed the extended leg and pulled. Sanguinius, caught off balanced, tried to cast a skill or spell, but was stunned with an explosive backhand *bamng!
The angel felt his world spin, while Momonga didn't break stride as he flashes behind the angel. And with a powerful grip of both hands and a wide swipe of his scythe, *swish– *spurt!, the blade burried itself from the back of the angel, and out through the chest.
"Hn!" Momonga twist his hips, gripping his weapon tight and continuing the momentum. Spinning a full 360° with the Angel stuck into his blade and then *spart! Flowed the blood as he was tossed a handful of meters away.
Momonga swung his scythe at the airborne Angel sending three red crescent energies.
*bang- *bang- bang-!
The angel was ragdolled three times as he tries and failed to correct himself. He dropped his weapon as he rolled to the ground, and he immediately kicked himself out of the way as three more half crescent blade beams barely missed him, leaving deep scars on the dirt.
"[•Maximize Magic: Greater Healing!•]" casted the angel, and drew his sword, pointed at Momonga, "[•Pierce!•]" *Fwip! sounded the thin ray of light as it pierced Momonga's shoulder who then started flying towards him. Sanguinius followed with [•Divine Lance•] and more spells in various parts. But the overlord dodged most and casted. "[•Vermilion Nova•]"
"Agh!" grunts the angel, surrounded by a towering tornado of fire. Momonga closed in, ignoring the swirling vortex and swooping in with his scythe at the ready, *zwing! he missed, ducked Sanguinius and punched with [•Divine Hand•], sending Momonga rolling followed by [•Divine Weapon•]. Creating a golden replica of his sword and attacked with his sword skill, [•Sword Dance•].
"Un!" grunts Momonga at the near instantaneous three hits. He casted [•Parry•] with a backhand followed by [•Blade Dance•] forcing his body into auto pilot as his character moved with grace and speed matching Sanguinius own.
*clang! *cling– *clang- *clang- *blang!
Their blades met with rhythmic sounds. With Sanguinius smiling at his impending victory. Knowing that even a Sorcerer of Ainz' level couldn't hope to defeat him in a contest of strength.
Their clash continued, with neither backing down. Momonga's [•Vampiric Edge•] slowly rescinding, and his mana heavily depleting just to keep the gap between their HP, Defense and Attack to non-existent.
Till finally, the two fought reaching dangerous levels, with Sanguinius now at 50% HP and Momonga at 37%.
And then, the clash started to change.
Suzuki Satoru disregarded data, disregarded HP, MP, ATK, DEF. Instead, he focused on his character's movements just as Touch Me had thought him.
His mind followed a memorized and familiar pattern. He thought to move as his character move. Following every footwork, every bend of the knee, the twist in his hips, the shift in his weight, the grip, the poise, and the flow of strength, and the direction of the swing.
And in an instant the tide changes.
Their clash intensifies.
*clang- *Tang- *tang- *Ting- *cling- *Tin- *clang!
The rhythm vanishes, the speed goes up a notch, and to Sanguinius growing horror. His HP started dwindling at frightening pace.
Sanguinius HP jumped down from 50%- 42%- 41%- 33%- 32%- 25%- 17%-
"Wha-"
While Momonga's flow remained constant at 37%- 34%- 31%- 28- 25%- 21%-
And just as Sanguinius HP drops to 9% Momonga backhands with a [•Parry•], sending the Angel tumbling to the side with a brief moment of absolute vulnerability.
In a heartbeat, Momonga's passive skills flared.
[•Death's Grace III•], [•Mortal Weakness X•], [•Touch of Undeath V•] and [•Aura of Despair V•]
And then- "[•Grasp Heart•]"
The angel's golden heart appeared in the Overlord's palms -"Wait!-" and then crushed it.
The two stopped. The angel's wide golden eyes dulling against the flare of the Overlord's red dots. And then he crumpled and vanished in an explosion of gold and exp.
Leaving behind a pair of silver wings.
With his victory announced and his loot obtained. Momonga picked up the shards of the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown and promptly left,.
He looked to the sky and chased what remains of the streak of light in the sky.
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[Announcement: 5 minutes till Shut Down.]
The announcement did little to ease his worry.
Momonga just simply kept on standing there. With his Overlord mask removed, his red eyes took in his surroundings mainly, the remaining occupant beside him.
She stood straight and elegant with her hands softly clasped above her tummy. Wearing the familiar white dress trimmed in gold. With a hip window, one on the small of her back and a golden web-like necklace that adorned her chest.
Of all the NPC he could reach, it was Albedo who he had stumbled upon. But this time with a different World Item strapped in her waist. The Sword of Promised Victory, Excalibur.
And with a wave of his hand, an item from his inventory was summoned. A giant throne as if carved from a single black crystal. The Throne of Kings and there he sat pondering on how bad things had gone.
In truth, he wasn't the original Momonga, just a poor soul who was toyed with by some cosmic gods and tossed into the dying body of Suzuki Satoru.
At first, he didn't want it. But arriving the moment the young boy's mother takes her last breath... there was no amount of convincing that would've made the boy change his mind.
He just cried, and begged... he wants to be with his mother.
And he was willing to admit, he hated that he couldn't say no. And so, he took the boy's place, as the young lad passed on.
He found himself struggling at the world he was tossed into. 2138 is a broken world. So broken in fact that both rape and incest are not illegal. Not when the world was living off of the remains of a nuclear war.
He awoke with bills that even to this day he had yet to pay off.
He worked and worked just to survive but never thrived. Openly sabotaged by both co-workers and bosses when you show too much promise and discredited for any success in the work place.
That doesn't yet include the rape he both enjoyed and endured. Coming from both the beauty and the ugly among his female and male bosses.
In the end, Yggdrasil became his salvation.
His home away from home as it were.
And for a time, he thought things were going well.
He had stuck to the main canon story. And though he was never as weak as the original that needed to be saved by Touch Me, he was lucky enough to stumble upon the Nine's Own Goal during their clan days. And was introduced by Ulbert of all people. With dedication, he actually rose to the position of Guild Leader.
Whatever failure he had in real life, he didn't allow to translate in the game.
Till one day, they came.
He thought it was a fluke. Sanguinius, from Warhammer 40k. He thought the boy was a fan of the series. The game does exist. Among what people called 'retro' games.
Then he created Artoria Alter and Saber from the Fate Series.
They praised it as original. They were beautiful Peroroncino said. Touch Me was envious he didn't came up with the design himself. Yamaiko and Whitebrim believed they would look gorgeous in maid outfits.
Him?... they made his heart stop in a bad way.
Because he knew, he had searched. The Fate Series didn't exist in this world. Or at the very least, had never been unearthed.
It was one person at first. Then came another. Issei Hyodou. The pervert that made even Peroroncino take a step back. He still remembers the time when the guild had kicked him out when Peroroncino caught him changing Narberal Gamma's settings. The Avian Lord had nearly killed the self proclaimed Oppai-Dragonlord for his insolence.
And then another, this time a player named Diablo. A self absorbed idiot that just died in IRL. He could tell, everyone could tell. After all, his character never logged out. Always online and never moving. It still stood there, inside one of the secluded ridges of Helheim. And even now he could still see him on the friend list. Still online.
When another took his place, he knew then. It wasn't gonna stop.
So he made preparations. With the help of Tabula Smaragdina and Ulbert Alain Odle –both of whom believed that the changes they secretly implemented was a means to defend the World Items from saboteurs– they were able to create a counter measure that sends the World Items and their respective NPC's away with the use of a loophole that was never made public.
And through the years, the story followed. With the competitive side of both him and the other Transmigrants showing in every corner.
And to his pride and joy, he won. He always won. And with each victory, they became cautious.
Only to realize later what his small victories had cost him. Because while Momonga strengthened himself. Sanguinius and his lickspittles had slowly eroded his friends and allies from his side.
And just as the last of his true friends had decided to leave the game for another. He was silently removed from his post as Guild Leader. Something he realized months later.
He kept it to himself. The shock, the confusion, the anger. He kept acting like he always did, as if all is as it should be. But that's because he knew that he couldn't afford to get kicked out of the guild. And he needed to be there. To know where the end goes.
And they did keep him. And they did so because they didn't want to risk too much change. He holds two World Items. And they wanted it. Specially when the end is so close.
And now, with all his patience spent. He waits to harvest the fruits of his efforts.
It took him an hour till he found a World Item and it's NPC.
To his surprise, it was Albedo of all people. "...Tabula huh..." Momonga commented.
Gazing at the beautiful woman, he shook his head and wondered how he missed something so obvious. 'But then again... it was Ulbert who secretly chose whom among the members should receive the World Items. He must have either chosen Yamaiko or Tabula.'
[Announcement: 1 minute till Shut Down.]
Using a customization kit, he opened the character settings. And copy pasted the lore sent to him by Yamaiko herself. It was unfortunate that he couldn't contact Tabula in time, but Yamaiko assured him that it was as close to the original as can be and so, he didn't bother to read or change any of it.
With a sigh of relief, he leans back and relax knowing that there is nothing else to be done. He sent a party invitation to the NPC and-
[System: Albedo has Joined the Party]
Automatically replied the system.
Now he waits.
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