Emperor of Yggdrasil - Overlord Fanfiction (Volume 1)

The personal assistant is born

(Thoughts)

"Talking"

[Class or skill] = [Time or Place] = [Magic items]

「Spell」

[Au: I do not own the pictures and the original overlord novel, just the plot and the OCs :)). If there are any corrections or words that should not be there or corrected comment please Thanks and enjoy reading.]

[Apologies for the wrong grammar in the way and comment if you see any :)))]

(Warning: the scenes can be inappropriate and a bit brutal.)

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[Lales City]

Ainz lowered his body and lunged toward the saint. He threw his second great sword at him, but the saint swiftly dodged to the left and retrieved the fallen weapon from the ground. Ainz brought down his own great sword with immense force, and Grandeur attempted to parry the attack by holding his sword vertically. He invoked several defensive spells, reinforcing his sword and increasing his strength with holy magic.

However, despite the saint's best efforts, his sword shattered into pieces upon contact with Ainz's powerful strike. The resulting shockwave sent him crashing into multiple buildings. Ainz calmly walked towards the area where the saint had been thrown.

"Those spells were quite effective, I must admit. Impressive, considering they require no mana. I would like to learn them myself, as they would provide additional options in sword fighting," Ainz remarked casually.

The saint slowly struggled to his feet, assessing his injuries. His left leg was severely damaged, making it difficult for him to move. He gazed at Ainz and asked, "Why... do... you... seek... more... power... when... you... already... possess... such... ridiculous... strength?"

"Hm? I have only unleashed around 3 percent of my physical strength, if not less," Ainz replied, his tone betraying his boredom. He glanced up at the now night sky before returning his gaze to the fallen saint.

"Allow me to explain. You see, I am a collector. I seek out rare treasures and powers. When you have valuable possessions to protect, you must amass even more power to prevent others from hoarding them," Ainz explained, his eyes gleaming with an eerie light.

"Umu, since you no longer serve a purpose to me, I shall conduct experiments on you. [Miracle Spectral Ancestor]!" As Ainz cast the spell, the saint collapsed to the ground, his soul separating from his body. The soul hovered in front of Ainz and formed a translucent screen resembling a character sheet.

[Miracle Spectral Ancestor] was one of the three skills possessed by the Spectral Deity, a class considered the most powerful God Class. By capturing the weakened target's soul (when their remaining life is at 1/8 or below), the caster could acquire all of the target's powers, skills, classes, and even glimpse or copy their background and memories.

"Now, let's acquire this 'power-up' of yours," Ainz murmured as he selected the [Saint] class and transferred it to his own character sheet.

[Transfer completed] A voice resonated in his mind.

(What the hell, this is strange. I'm in a different world, not a game. Don't act as if I'm still playing Yggdrasil.) Ainz thought to himself.

[Understood, Master.]