Overlord (book 1)

Although it was very much a guild in ruins now, there was a time where it shined.

— The fruit of those times.

Their guild weapon: the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown.

Momonga did not wish to drag the weapon filled with their glorious memories into this time of

ruins; however, a contrary feeling was ablaze inside of him.

All this time, Momonga had placed importance on majority vote.

Although he was in the position of a guildmaster, what he actually did was miscellaneous work

like contacting people.

That was why, in this moment with nobody around, the thought of wanting to use his authority

as the guildmaster crossed his mind for the first time.

“This outfit doesn’t have enough swag.”

Muttering to himself, Momonga started operating his console to equip his avatar with

armaments befitting his position as a prominent guildmaster.

Armaments in Yggdrasil were classified according to their data size. The greater the data, the

higher the grade of the weapon. Starting from the bottom, the classes were: Lesser, Minor,

Medium, Major, Greater, Legacy, Relic, and Legendary. But right now, Momonga was armed to

the teeth in the highest class of them all— Divine.

On his fleshless fingers were nine rings, each imbued with different powers. Furthermore, his

necklace, gauntlet, boots, cloak, and circlet were all Divine class. Just their prices alone, every

one of them were masterpieces of tremendous worth.

A brilliant gown hung from the shoulderpieces, and a rippling dark red aura rose from his feet.

Although the aura was turbulent and sinister, it was not Momonga’s skil . He had simply

embedded a ‘chaotic aura’ effect into the robe since there was some space left over in its visual

data capacity. Touching it was perfectly harmless.

Numerous icons popped up in the corner of Momonga’s field of vision, indicating that his

abilities have increased.

Having changed his gear and armed himself from top to toe, Momonga nodded in satisfaction

with his current equipment befitting of a guildmaster. Then he reached out his hand and

grabbed the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown.

The moment he held the staff in his hand, it spewed out a vortex of dark red aura. Sometimes it

formed the face of a human in agony and crumbled away. It was so vivid that it felt as though

you could hear their voices of pain.

“…Sick details.”

The supreme staff that he had never held even once after its completion finally fell into the

hands of its original owner with the end of Yggdrasil’s online service ahead of him.

Verifying the icons indicating dramatic increases in his stat again, he also felt a slight loneliness.

“Should we get going, symbol of our guild? No, that’s not it — Let us go, symbol of our guild.”

Volume 1

Chapter 1 Part 2

Translators: Ghoststaker, CoCayn

Editor/Proofreader: Namorax

Collaborator: Imoutolicious LNT

Please enjoy.

Momonga left the room named the Round Table.

Any guild member wearing the guild ring would automatically log into this room unless there

were special circumstances. If there were any other members coming back, they would

definitely appear here. However, Momonga knew well that the other members would no longer

return here. During the last moments of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, only

Momonga was left.

Repressing his turbulent emotions, Momonga silently entered a vast foyer. A world of grandeur

and brilliance, reminiscent of a giant castle clad in marble.

Suspended from the high ceiling, evenly placed chandeliers could be seen emitting a soft, warm

glow. The smooth floor of the wide corridor reflected the lights from the chandeliers above,

shining luminously like a mosaic of bright stars. If the doors along the corridor were opened, the

luxurious furniture inside the rooms would attract the eyes of many.

If players who have heard the name Nazarick came here, they would have been stunned for

sure by the fact that such beautiful sights existed in a place known for its infamy.

After all, the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick overcame the largest player organized

military offensive in the server's history. An alliance of eight guilds, guild affiliates, mercenary players and NPC mercenaries, numbering a total of fifteen hundred people, tried to raid this

place and were annihilated. That event turned this location into a legend.

The Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick used to have only 6 floors, but it underwent a major

reconstruction after being occupied by Ainz Ooal Gown. Now it stretched over 10 floors, each

with its own characteristics.

Floor 1~3 ─── Catacombs

Floor 4 ─── Underground Lake

Floor 5 ─── Glacier

Floor 6 ─── Jungle

Floor 7 ─── Underground Volcano

Floor 8 ─── Wilderness

Floor 9 ─── Royal Suite

Floor 10 ─── Throne Room

The last two floors were the base of Ainz Ooal Gown, one of the top 10 guilds in Yggdrasil.

Momonga's footsteps echoed in the Royal Suite's passage, followed by the tapping of his staff.