A Theory on Godhood: An Overlord Story

Chapter 22: Shattered Minds

Northern Forest of Tob, Spriggan Settlement, Eight hours before the Zuranon Disaster

Blue Planet sat hunched over the diary of the departed Grover Sprigganson, flipping through page after page to get the information that he wanted.

Currently he was inside the mess hall of the human settlement which, after some general questioning, was revealed to be named the "Spriggan Settlement" by its inhabitants. A name that had been in use ever since the disappearance of Grover Sprigganson himself.

That was as much info as Blue Planet was able to get out of the lumberjacks, who were in a flurry trying to shore up defenses and count the amount of their people lost during the attack.

Events after the ambush of the abominations had been...hectic, to say the least. There were no attempts to fall back asleep afterwards, not when there was a creature that could potentially harm any of the guildmates of Ainz Ooal Gown.

Of course, Nubo, the eyes and ears of Ainz Ooal Gown, seemed to be of a similar mind as well.

"Saw everything that went down. You guys gonna be okay or do I need to send in some backup?" The ophanim player had privately messaged. He had been so quiet that Blue Planet had even forgotten he was watching their adventure back at Nazarick.

"N-no. We should be all good here man. Coup took the brunt of the hit but he doesn't feel any lasting pain," the nature enthusiast said, holding up two fingers to his ear. "Punitto wouldn't have seen anything of what you saw, did he?"

The angelic Templar barked a laugh at that. "He may have put me on parole after Momonga, Bellriver, and Garnet's little stunt, but he's not babysitting me twenty-four seven. I promise he won't be chasing after you."

"Thanks man. We don't need any backup except maybe some more scouting summons and something to beef up the settlement. Got anything for me?"

Proper supplies were sent in not long afterwards, consisting primarily of more shadow demons and a few summoning scrolls for low level cherubs. When morning came, the guildmates of Ainz Ooal Gown had seen to it to teach their human compatriots how to use the items and effectively control them.

Thankfully, nothing had been burned down yet, and the lumberjacks not magically inclined took everything in stride. Ankoro Mocchi Mochi and Coup De Grace, with Lupusregina as an assistant, watched over them to make sure no-one else was hurt or otherwise dragged off.

In the meantime, Blue Planet had decided to spend his time amongst the chaos by further investigating the journal that had been left behind by the treant player so many years ago, hoping to find some sort of reference as to what had just attacked him and his friends the previous night.

So far, the journal entries had been...less than hopeful. The current entry read as "the thirty-first of Lower Spring".

Dear Journal,

I haven't been feeling that great lately. My head has been hurting a lot, and none of my healer friends can do anything about it. They just keep telling me to get some rest, but everytime I go to sleep, I just keep having the same dream over and over again. Those green eyes... I don't know who it is or why they want me to find them, but they don't seem to be in trouble. The green eyes I mean.

More pages were flipped, landing on a seemingly innocuous journal entry that was dated as "the twelfth day of Middle Fire". Blue Planet had been reading through the journal by himself for hours by now, but he still hadn't really grasped the meaning of the dates.

Something I'll have to talk to Pops about when I get the chance, the nature enthusiast thought as he examined the next entry.

Dear Journal,