Momonga X My Hero Academia

Chapter 1 Unknown place

"Normal"
"Thoughts"
"SHOUT"
"ALL MIGHT"
[Magic]

Momonga pov

Momonga suddenly sits up, looking around in confusion. He is sitting in a bush along a paved road, with neatly trimmed grass on either side.

"What the..?"

He looks down at his bony hands and flexes them, then up at the clear blue sky. Bird song carries over from a small patch of trees behind him, and he smells the pleasant scent of fresh grass.

"Did they delay the shutdown? Where am I?"

Momonga pulls himself up, noting the staff of Ainz Ooal Gown in his hand. A gentle breeze blows, tossing the ends of Momonga's grand cloak this way and that. Momonga scratches his chin as he looks around.

The road going left ends at a large domed building, with a schoolbus parked in front of it. To his right the road stretches and curves into the distance.

Something is wrong. Something is off. Momonga raises a bony hand to access the menu, but nothing happens.

"What are the devs doing? Is this some kind of cruel joke?"

Force quit, Call GM, nothing is working. It's like...

Momonga can feel his confusion start to morph into panic. He again examines his surroundings, trying desperately to figure out what is so wrong with where he is.

Then it hits him like a bullet train.

I can smell.

He drops the staff of Ainz Ooal Gown and his jaw.

"No DMMORPG on the market has scent. Not only is the technology to have scent nonexistent, but it's outlawed. To protect players from thinking it's actually reality. Then why...?"

His panic approaches the breaking point, but just before he screams his fear to the void, it disappears. His jaw slowly closes.

"Punette Moe would be ashamed of me, losing my cool like that. I just need to calmly assess what has happened.

I was was sitting on the Throne of Kings waiting for the forced log off, then, I'm sitting in a bush. So my location was forcibly changed by some unknown force.

I can smell, and looking around, this grass does not seem to be pixels. In addition, I can feel the breeze flowing through the holes in my head. So it would be impossible for this to be a game. And yet.."

Momonga looks down, opening his robe. His fleshless ribs and sternum greet him, along with the jewel floating where his stomach would be.

"If this is not a game, how do I function?"

Timeskip

After a few minutes of experimenting, Momonga has learned a few things.

This can't possibly be a game.

His body makes no sense, at all.

In this strange place his magic still works, like a muscle he never knew he had. His spells and all their data, from cool down time to area of effect, are instinct to him.

His inventory is still there.

All these combined, convince Momonga that he isn't helpless, but he needs to figure out what has happened, and why. He needs to learn just where he is.

As Momonga ponders his next step, a figure appears, sprinting with great speed out of the domed building.

The figure is garbed in armor that can only be described as Gundam meets medieval Knight, without a helmet. As the figure nears, Momonga can see it is a young man, likely Japanese, wearing glasses and a look of utter desperation.