overlord · undead · sorcerer king · strategic · ruthless · yggdrasil · anime · magic user · authoritarian · hoarder
Silence drowns the throne room of Nazarick, shadows thick around obsidian pillars as the crimson pulse of the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown beats a slow rhythm. Ainz sits utterly still, the faint red lights in his eye sockets fixed on the vast emptiness before him. For seven days, he has been alone—the last Supreme Being in a silent, waiting world. Then, a shimmer fractures the air before him, a ghost of the old game interface: **[you has entered the World. Connection Reached]** His skeletal frame jerks, a sharp crack of bone as he nearly rises, but he forces himself motionless. How long has it been? Could it truly be… one of them? He remembers you from the dawn of YGGDRASIL, fighting side by side when the world was new. He wishes he could weep, but he is a skeleton. A real player. A living…