A Theory on Godhood: An Overlord Story

Chapter 54: The God that failed

Grassland near the Tomb of Nazarick

The Weeping King stood at the tree line that bordered the Forest of Tob and the grassland where Nazarick resided. Excitement made his nonexistent heart pulse when he saw, far out in the distance, the familiar ruins that marked the entrance to the Tomb of Nazarick.

It seems I am a bit late. Mare has already hidden part of it with geomancy.

Lord Ainz told him that today was when Nazarick would converge unto the New World. He was commanded to go out and meet with his master personally, which also meant that it was time to march on Carne and protect it.

He cared little for the humans that lived in Carne. Were it up to him, he would have left the villagers to their fate and gone straight to the subjugation of everything his lord conquered in his home timeline.

Alas, his master insisted that the Weeping King send out Tsuareninya and her forces to the backwater village. The loss of E-Rantel through Zuranon must have moved some parts of his twin's plans. Electing to eliminate them was certainly the right move.

Lord Ainz does not disagree with the notion, so surely he approves to a degree.

If Zuranon proved too much of a nuisance, he would personally go into battle himself and slay the executives. Many of them were powerful necromancers, around the level thirty to forty mark. The head executive was approaching night lichdom so he would be even stronger.

He doubted he would need the assistance, but he could always call upon Zaral Bonehead if need be. He was a weaker player that possessed his uses. The thought that the lazy idiot would somehow die in the crossfire made him grin internally.

Observing the surrounding grassland, he could see that no one else was present. No shadow demons were hiding in the darkness of the grass, nor were any summons patrolling the surface entrance. That was to be expected since Lord Ainz did tell him to meet up here.

The moment he set foot within a certain distance of the tomb, Lord Ainz assured him a proximity alarm would go off inside Nazarick. That would be his lord's cue to meet face-to-face. Two centuries of planning, backstabbing, and accumulating his power all led to this moment.

All of his hard work, everything he strove toward as both a hero and a monster, would come to fruition.

How should I approach it? Should I allow some of my essence to leak out? Lord Ainz always suggested that one exude a regal air. I am a king, a god even! I must showcase the appropriate display of power.

His mind settled and he felt the seams of his very being start to drift apart. Pure darkness swept out as a fluid mantle, devouring the light of the sun. Some of the trees near him wilted and died, rocks reduced to rubble from his immense pressure.

Birds fell out of the sky. Deer crumbled to their knees and breathed their last. Grass decayed and dirt became loose gravel. As a god of death, every life in the universe submitted to him.

He drew his cape in close around him so that only his head was visible. His iron crown burned visibly between the horns of his helmet. This was a proper visage to greet Lord Ainz.

He shall be most pleased with this.

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Inside Nubo's Room

All of Nubo's mirrors began blaring an alarm, which was slightly disjointing since mirrors shouldn't make noise at all. Nubo the ophanim templar, the eyes and ears of Ainz Ooal Gown himself, was alert and ready for this day.