After Uzumaki Mito left, Uzumaki Minako slid into Hokage Soren's lap, her shapely legs wrapped in black stockings lightly traced by his hand.
"An-san, the way you were looking at Lady Mito just now felt… off."
Arms looped around his neck, Minako pressed soft, jelly-like lips to his cheek, leaving a bright red print behind. Her half-lidded eyes held a spark of dissatisfaction.
"Did you set your sights on Lady Mito too?"
"One of me, three at home, and however many 'wildflowers' outside no one talks about—and you didn't even come find me last night."
Her tone turned quietly resentful.
"An-san, can you really handle all of that alone?"
"Whether I can handle it…" Soren's hand tightened slightly on her waist. "Depends on how capable you are, doesn't it?"
With that one line, the two of them left Shadow Clones to babysit paperwork, while their real bodies retreated into the Hokage's private lounge to "settle things" in their own way.
The village kept turning.
Far away, in the Moon Ninja Village, shrine maiden Momiji was having a dream.
In the dream, Soren walked down a long red carpet, flanked by towering marble pillars. Huge banners, each bearing a different emblem, hung between them and swayed silently above.
At the end of the carpet stood a flight of steps—ten-some high.
At the very top sat a colossal throne carved from a single block of crystal, its back rising like a tower into the vaulted ceiling. Behind the throne hung a massive crimson banner, emblazoned with an unfamiliar crest.
Soren sprawled casually upon the throne like a man born to it. With one arm, he pulled into his lap a woman standing at his side—snow-white wings folded at her back, curved horns crowning her head. Her face was flawless, goddess-level beauty incarnate, but her expression was twisted with a repressed anger he seemed to find amusing.
At the base of the steps knelt a towering skeleton in heavy, ornate robes. Black spiritual light leaked from its bones like smoke.
Soren said something Momiji couldn't hear—but whatever it was, it clearly wasn't good.
The smug smile on his face, the barely contained fury on the winged woman's…
It had to be the kind of line that started with: "You don't want everyone to find out, right, XX-san?"
The skeletal figure slowly raised its head. Two crimson flames ignited in the depths of its eye sockets, burning with bottomless rage.
Blackness surged—devouring the scene.
Momiji gasped awake, hand flying to her back, fingers brushing cold sweat that had soaked through her clothes.
Her abrupt movement woke Miya, the young girl napping beside her. Rubbing her eyes, the child mumbled, "Mother… what's wrong?"
"Be good, Miya. Rest a bit longer."
Momiji brushed her hair gently.
"Mother had a very important dream. I need to speak with the god."
"If you can't sleep, go walk around the village. Once Mother finishes helping the god, I'll come find you."
After soothing Miya back down, Momiji hurried toward the waterfall.
There, inside a small shrine, stood a statue of Soren Uchiha, carved to scale.
She knelt on the wooden floor, hands clasped, and her urgent anxiety flowed straight into Soren's senses—just as he was lying in bed trading soft words with Minako.
"Minako, something's come up."
His spiritual sense spilled out, sweeping around the shrine. Confirming Momiji was alone, Soren stepped through space—without even stopping for clothes.
He vanished from the Hokage's lounge under Minako's exasperated glare.
"Momiji, what's got you in such a rush?"
"A new prophecy?"
"Yes, Lord Soren!"
The familiar fragrance of incense—and something more private—filled the air. Momiji's cheeks flushed red, her amber eyes throwing a brief, scolding glance at the all-too-obviously indulgent "god" in front of her.
She forced down her embarrassment and began to recount her vision.
As she spoke, they waded into the shallow pool below the waterfall—a formal setting for her divination rites.
Her voice rose and fell with the splashing water, sometimes breaking, sometimes steady. By the time she finished, Soren had stitched both her dream and Mito's earlier report together.
A rough picture of the "other continent" formed in his mind.
It matched a story from his previous life.
Not Naruto.
But Overlord—the tale also known as The King of the Undead.
A salaryman obsessed with an MMO, clinging to the game until its final shutdown—the guild he and his friends built together, the strongest in the game—suddenly transported into another world.
He became his avatar: the skeletal overlord Momonga—later Ainz Ooal Gown—and, surrounded by loyal NPCs whose personalities had "upgraded" on their own, began building a kingdom in a new world.
Right then, a familiar chime rang in Soren's ears.
The system.
He withdrew his gaze from Momiji's graceful back and opened his status panel.
— Uchiha Soren
Bloodline: Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan
Divine Abilities: Susanoo — Martial God Form; Tenchang-Ritsuzun
Skills: Power Derivation (includes all chakra natures; can simulate all ninjutsu, taijutsu, genjutsu that are not Bloodline-Collection-class)
Overall Combat Rating: Below Six Paths
Current world's power scale
Mortal Realm: Lv 1–29 (Genin, Chūnin, Special Jōnin)
Hero Realm: Lv 30–39 (Jōnin, Elite Jōnin)
Aberrant: Lv 40–49 (Kage-level)
Brave: Lv 50–79 (Strong Kage)
Transcendent: Lv 80–100 (Super Kage)
Six Paths: Lv 100+ (World-Class)
Ascension Points: 0
Soren's expression turned serious.
A shrine maiden's prophecy did not appear without cause.
The system's judgment was even less likely to be wrong.
So, another "player" like me—the one who became Flying Squirrel / Momonga… and his guild, Ainz Ooal Gown…
Their world-class items, their dungeon, their guild base… are enough to be a lethal threat to what I am now.
He tried to recall the details of Overlord.
But too much time had passed. Only fragments remained.
The clearest image in his mind…
Was of a certain "pure" succubus, her beauty like an angel descended—
Pure. Succubus.
Yeah. Dying in that direction would not be… entirely unjustified.
Behind him, Momiji had no idea why her "god" suddenly tensed up, a strange energy surging through him. She merely covered her mouth and waited quietly for his decision.
"Language decryption is complete, my lords!"
On the Far-Seas Fleet warship Thunder-Jet, in a spacious conference room, the Uchiha Trio and their trusted lieutenants tried to hold down their excitement as the Yamanaka envoy spoke.
"From the prisoners' memories, we've determined our current position is within the Lind Sea. Our heading brings us toward a port city called E-Naeul—part of a feudal kingdom known as the Re-Estize Kingdom."
"E-Naeul is governed by a local noble, Count Nair. Population is estimated at around two hundred thousand. Specifics about its defensive forces are unclear, given the fishermen's low status."
"However, one thing is confirmed—part of E-Naeul's defense relies on an organization called the Adventurers Guild."
"This guild functions as a mercenary network that accepts requests in exchange for payment. Its branches are spread throughout the kingdom, somewhat similar in reach and structure to our shinobi villages."
When the report ended, Uchiha Rai swept his gaze around the room.
"Lord Hokage has granted us full authority to act at our own discretion."
"All of you are among the elite of the ninja world. I don't need to explain infiltration, reconnaissance, and information-gathering to you."
"Uchiha Naka will lead four squads to probe E-Naeul's military capabilities within the city."
"Uchiha Baru will lead another four squads to infiltrate the noble circles and gather intelligence there."
"In twenty-four hours, we regroup, evaluate the intelligence—and then we begin the conquest of E-Naeul."
"Our goal: deliver the first city of the other continent to Lord Hokage, intact and under our control, in the shortest time possible."
Everyone rose together, turning toward the Konoha emblem mounted on the wall.
"Understood!"
Their voices echoed like a war drum.
Side note from the narrator:
Overlord really is a fun anime. If you haven't seen it, it's worth checking out.
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