Ch4
It was a beautiful night. If the diamonds had been in the sea during the day, then they had ascended into the sky for the night.
The cluster of white points in the sky was something Suzuki Satoru had fallen in love with after seeing them as he did now. He simply sat there, watching the sky and admiring the stars and the moon for the first time of his Life. A small fire danced next to him, the result of one of his many experiments he had conducted before deciding to rest his mind. He had tried to fall asleep, and was technically still waiting for it to Happen, but given the fact that the Undead were generally immune to the [sleep] status, he already suspected that he wouldnt be needing sleep anytime soon.
A sigh escaped his nonexistent lips.
"I'm not sure how to feel about that... Sleep is such a nice thing. But not needing it?"
It was useful. He would be able to experiment and work as long as he'd need.
Behind him, the once beautiful island was in Ruin. Traces of Acid, scorched wood, ice and traces of more things or energies which could not be identified, had ravaged the island, as if an uncaring Storm of elements had taken place here. Corpses of animals, some of them moving even in death, were spread throughout the island. The undead overlord had quickly looked over the devastation he had wrought before simply going on his way back to the beach to watch the stars.
Although he did look perfectly relaxed, his mind was actually churning. The entire situation was bizarre, and he did not know how to go on. Was there Live beyond the Island? Most likely. Was it strong? Would they be human? Was he in danger? Why was he here? What would become of him? The experiments on the island had helped him gain some confidence in his strength, but he was not careless enough to consider himself immortal. He did not know whether damage scaled the same way it did back in Yggdrasil. Some of the spells he had used had become much more powerful.
The biggest change, however, was in Metamagic. To boost, delay, widen, or maximize, along with the other option, there were changes to the spells in a way he struggled to get used to. The radius of his magic had widened, and the lore, or the effects of his spells, were REAL. [Reality Slash] was quite literally a slash that cut through existence. Stopping it was nigh impossible. Luckily, it did have a set travel distance, but that was nothing metamagic couldn't change. A widened [shockwave] alone was enough to rattle all the trees of the island and [boost shockwave] uprooted several of them with enough force to Impale a human. The blast of his fireballs created explosions of a shocking size and left a fiery crater the size of a small car, and that was without it being boosted. He had tried several necromancy spells on the animals, both alive and dead. But what had truly doomed the island were his experiments with negative energy. [Negative Burst], [Black Pillar], [Cry of the Banshee], [Field of the Dead]. All of these spells had corrupted the island, and every animal that died in the vicinity of the corrupted area raised further undead, strengthening the [Field of the Dead], which the careless Overlord had forgotten to dispel. The spell itself remained for hours, but the negative energy had already sickered into the ground, keeping up its unholy resurrections.
Normally he would have known. He had a mental link with his undead after all. But the absolute lack of awareness in the cursed wildlife meant that HE had to be the one to seek out that connection.
He was rather busy at the moment, contemplating if he should introduce himself by his name, Suzuki Satoru, or by Momonga, the name of his avatar.
"Momonga or my old name? I'm technically not me anymore. Not to mention that there is absolutely no reason to use it. Momonga is a name my friends would recognize, IF they are here to learn it." He had already considered, or rather hoped, that he wasn't alone in the world and that he could find his friends. Even if it wasn't one of his friends and just another ex-player who could relate to his situation, he would have been happy.
"Hmmm. Maybe not Momonga. It sounds ridiculous. The great undead MOMONGA. Really doesn't roll off the tongue. I suppose i need a name which people would recognize."
He already had the answer to that.
"But the guild wasn't just mine; it was ours..."
Doubt.
"I can just apologize and explain myself when i met them."
Insecurity
"But it still feels like im taking over what we build together."
Denial.
"And what I maintained and cared for alone."
Bitterness.
Silence. He had no answer to that. No convenient excuse to give. THE NAME WAS HIS BY RIGHT.
...
...
He shook his head and did what any other doubtful, insecure, weak, and bitter person would do. He pushed the thought of his Guildmates into the back of his Mind, took a coin and Flipped it. Tails. The decision was made.
The future did not know what was to come. The world government did not know. Imu did not know. The pirates did not know. Gold D. Roger did not know. The man formerly known as Suzuki Satoru did not know.
Something however knew. It was not God. It was not the Author. It was what had accompanied the undead into this story. It was a voice and a pair of eyes lurking beneath the curtains of existence. Its whisper was a storm and the words it uttered were absolute. Not a god, but a being that could do more than it thought it could. A being unaware of its own influence and power.
It was what would guide the protagonist of this Story, and it was what would ultimately decide the legacy of Ainz Ooal Gown.
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I think I'm good at needlessly hyping things up.
Ainz spawn 3 years after ohara. Given that Robin is 8 years old during the incident. She is currently 11. She is 28 when meeting the strawhats. So Story takes place 17 years before canon. Should be around luffy or aces birth.
Roger died 22 years before canon. Canon started in 1522. So roger died at 1500.
Anyway im just trying to make sense of the timeline. The year for this story should be 1505~ Feel free to make suggestions or inform me about pirate groups which were active during that time. I might also need a bit of info about the Marines.