The Breaker, now going by Markov, sits within the adventurers' guild, looking over numerous low-ranking jobs. After the prior day's events, regarding his brutally beating a gold-rank adventurer. The rest of the patrons gave him a wide girth as they didn't want to draw his annoyance.
However, Markov couldn't care less as he was forced to start at a simple copper rank and return most of his funds as compensation to the gold-rank adventurer. He was tight on money.
Compacted with the fact that his jobs were limited to small-time chores and resource gathering, which he was innately furious about given his skills and abilities being put to no use. Starting from the bottom of a tank list wasn't new to him, but having to do so again while earning little to no compensation or reward would be a test of patience.
Finally, to nail the insult to injury was the ranking system itself. Notoriety led to an increase in rank, which then allowed for higher-rated jobs. But to ascend the rank, you had to display competence and skills that cover multiple fields of adventuring. Given that most of the patrons in the guild were split into groups, he had to join or form a group. As a Guild Breaker, he was both alone and undesiring of teamwork. This realization was a tough pill to swallow.
He was drawn to the sound of heavily armored footsteps as he was focused on deciding what menial task he would undertake—sighing as it was probably another adventurer seeking to challenge the newbie that took down a gold rank. Looking up from his lonesome table, he sees a tall man covered head to toe in raven black armor. Two massive cleaver-like greatswords hung under his red cape. Behind him was a more petite woman with jet-black hair. She wasn't adorned in layers of armor, but she carried herself with a tense, almost silent hatred. She didn't want to be here and wanted everyone around her to know it just from her expression.
As he eyes the two, Markov quickly realizes that the two standing before him are not human.
Momon: "Greetings, Adventurer. My name is Momon, and this is Nabe. We're new to the Adventurers Guild and have heard that you're also new. I want to extend an invitation to join our group."
Markov: "Hm....Do you know who I am, correct? Is this because you heard how I beat that fool of an adventurer, and you're looking for an easy ally?"
Momon: "Perhaps this will change your mind." Pulling a note under his cloak, he places it on the table.
Markov picks up the note and opens it to see a letter written in standard English from the real world.
It's me, Ainz Ooal Gown. Don't mind the disguise. You would still like to stay together to get more info about other Yggdrasil players, right? Nabe's with me; she's one of my subordinates, like Albedo.
Folding the note and sliding it back to Momon, he looks up at the adventurer and then at Nabe, who quickly looks away.
Markov: "Very well then, Mister Momon. You have yourself a deal."
Momon: "Splendid!" Markov rises to his feet as he shakes Momon's hand. The dark knight towering over the disguised Vampire Lord.
Nabe: "Mister Momon? Are we done here?"
Momon: "Not yet, Nabe. We still have to get a quest to complete."
Markov: "Then you can help look through these piles of copper rank quest."
Momon: "Ah!...Good."
Momon and Nabe sat as they helped look through the piles of papers. But as Markov was busy sifting through the quest, he noticed Momon had been looking at the same paper for about ten minutes.
Markov: "*sigh* My legs are aching. I'm going for a walk. I'll leave the choice of our first mission to you two." Markov says as he gets up and proceeds to the exit.
Momon: "Oh! Uh..yes! Good! I won't let you down."
As Markov walked through the streets of the city, his mind pondered the events that had just occurred. Why would Ainz hide his identity under the guise of Momon? Was the name "Momon" a moniker for Momonga? In which case, was this another set of minions sent by the mysterious person to spy on Markov after the elves failed? Or were Momon, Ainz, and Momonga the same person?
Markov(mental): "Momon? Momonga? The two could be related. It's more likely it's just a shortened version of his name. If that's the case, then why would the head of the Guild, Ainz Ooal Gown, be so interested in me? If he knew who I was, then he would've tried to kill me the moment we met. So that can only mean he doesn't know I'm a Guild Breaker. But Ainz Ooal Gown is filled with numerous other guild members; he's certainly not lacking manpower. Unless..."
Markov looked down at his hand as he clutched it, feeling the texture of his smooth skin. The noise from the surrounding city life bombarded his ears. He looked around and began to see that everyone around him was so minuscule and weak compared to him. It all made some form of sense as the realization came over him.
Markov(mental): "He's alone! He's entirely alone. He has no other guild members! He's trapped in this world like I am. The strongest Guild in Yggdrasil, famed for its unbreakability, has just lost its strongest members. I could be the first Breaker to break the unbreakable guild." A sick smile crossed his face as an even more cruel idea emerged. "But why kill the beast when it's wounded? That wouldn't be any fun. It wouldn't be a challenge, not for someone like me. What if I wait...bide my time, and let him grow. See if he can regrow his guild to mirror its former glory in this new world... so I can crush it under my foot. Now that! That would be the perfect way to cement my position as the true Guild Breaker."
As he committed to the plan in his mind, he turned back around and headed toward the Adventurers Guild. Upon reaching its entrance, he watched as Momon and Nabe exited the building.
Momon: "Your back, good. We got our first job."
Markov: "Really? Let me guess, rescuing a cat from a tree?"
Momon: "No. Our first mission will be to protect and accompany Nfirea Bareare."
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Overlord: The Solemn PvP'er
FanfictionDevoid of any challenge how will the epitome of solitude and strength survive in a world without a worthy foe to satiate his thirst for endless competition.