Overlord: The Multiverse

Deep within the forest, a lone player suddenly spawned, his form aglow with the telltale sign of recent death and resurrection.

Without hesitation, he dashed into the wilderness, his urgency evident in every stride. It was a desperate flight, as if fleeing from an unseen threat, his heart pounding with fear and adrenaline.

Minutes stretched into an eternity as he raced through the dense foliage, his breath ragged and his senses on high alert. He ran as if his life depended on it, fueled by the primal instinct to survive at any cost.

Then, in an instant...

Shing!

His entire body lit up with a strange radiance, a sudden paralysis seizing his limbs and sending him crashing to the forest floor.

The paralyzation didn't last that long and immediately wear off its effects, but it already did the job of stopping him from his tracks.

"... Got some points!"

"... Two more and I'll be able to change class."

"... Hurry up and finish him."

As he lay on the ground, he noticed a bunch of other players heading his way. Their gear looked way better than his simple robe, making him feel even smaller.

Listening to their snide remarks, he couldn't shake off the feeling of being judged and looked down upon.

The group of Players is equipped with some good pieces of Equipment while he had nothing but a poor-looking robe.

"... A freaking inhuman."

"... You're disgusting."

It was clear that the group harbored ill intentions toward him, wasting no time in preparing to strike.

As he gazed back at the group, a glimmer of hope flickered in his heart. Perhaps, if he pleaded with them earnestly enough, they might have a change of heart and spare him. But as he turned towards them, his hopes were dashed in an instant.

One of them, a burly figure clad in menacing black armor, hoisted his two-handed axe menacingly, ready to strike. It was clear that mercy was not on their agenda.

Resigned to his fate, he closed his eyes, bracing for the inevitable. Another death, another respawn... it was all becoming too routine.

But just as the axe was about to descend, chaos erupted.

*Slash*

The sound of metal cutting through air pierced the tense atmosphere.

*Slash*

Another slash, followed by a chorus of gasps and shouts.

*Slash*

And another, each strike more precise and deadly than the last.

*Slash*

*Slash*

*Slash*

In the blink of an eye, the group of players was decimated by an unseen force. The attacks were swift, too fast for anyone to comprehend. And with each strike, a player fell, their bodies crumpling to the forest floor.

"Ah."

The player in the tattered robe could only watch in awe as his would-be assailants were swiftly dispatched, vanishing into thin air in the blink of an eye.

As the dust settled, a figure emerged from the shadows, clad in gleaming white armor, shield in one hand and sword in the other. The player's heart raced as he took in the sight, his mind reeling with questions.

The player in the tattered robe could only stammer in awe and confusion. "Wh-why did you save me? You don't even know me. And what's with the background music?" he asked, bewildered by the sudden appearance of Wild West music accompanying the stranger's arrival.

"Saving someone in need is always the right thing to do," the armored figure replied, striking a series of heroic poses. As he did, bold text materialized behind him, declaring, "JUSTICE HAS ARRIVED."

The player in the tattered robe was astonished by the sudden appearance of the armored hero. To him, this guy seemed like some kind of superhero straight out of a comic book.

But as he was in the midst of his admiration, they suddenly heard applause coming from a nearby tree.

*Clap*

*Clap*

*Clap*

Behind the tree, two other players were hiding—or at least that's what it seemed like—as they clapped in the direction of the armored player.

One of them, dressed in shabby blood-red armor and wearing a smiling mask, exclaimed, "Whoo~ Touch me, that a next level acting."

"... If there were ladies here, they'd be throwing themselves at you for being so cringe," remarked the goat-faced demon.

It was clear now that these two were Alexander and Ulbert. And if that was the case, then the armored player could only be Touch Me.

•••

First person pov

Since the creation of our clan, we've been on the move, exploring every nook and cranny of all nine worlds over the past week. We've lent a hand to fellow heteromorphic players and taken down PK parties wherever we find them. And that brings us to the current situation.

"Ah, you guys." Touch Me heaved a sigh, clearly accustomed to my antics and Ulbert's remarks. Ignoring our banter, he turned his attention to the player in front of us.

"Anyway, are you alright? Were you being spammed with kill requests?"Touch Me focused his attention on the player in front of him.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks for saving me. Actually, it's the third time this week, and it would've been the fourth if you hadn't shown up," the player replied with a sheepish grin.

"Well, it's a good thing we were nearby when that happened," I chimed in, trying to lighten the mood after the intense encounter.

Afterwards, we had a brief conversation with the player we rescued. It turned out he was a newbie who had just started playing YGGDRASIL a week ago.

On his very first day, he was constantly attacked by PKers, making his gaming experience anything but enjoyable. He even considered quitting the game altogether. However, our intervention seemed to have changed his mind, at least for the time being.

Touched by his plight, Touch Me immediately extended an invitation for him to join our party and work together. He consulted both Ulbert and me, but we were all in agreement, so there were no objections.

The player, clad in his modest robe, expressed his gratitude towards us. "Thank you so much, Touch Me-san, Alexander-san, and Ulbert-san. I'm really glad to meet the three of you here. Even though you didn't know me, you still decided to help me. Thank you very much," he said with a bow.

"Don't worry about it, we just did what's right, and that's to help all the people in need," Touch Me reassured the player, his voice carrying a sense of sincerity.

"Yeah~ Let's just do our best to fight off those mean guys that love to hurt our fellow heteromorphic players. Right, Hero-san?" Ulbert chimed in, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he addressed Touch Me.

I couldn't help but chuckle at Ulbert's playful jab. Despite being a dark lord, he had a knack for teasing Touch Me about his hero-like personality.

"Yeah, like what he said," I added with a cough, trying to stifle my laughter. "Anyway, since they've already used all the available cool lines about justice and stuff, and I can't seem to think of any good new ones on the spot... I'll just do the welcoming, I guess."

With that, I approached the player with a poor-looking robe and stopped in front of him.

"So, I officially welcome you to the team, Momonga. Let's do our best together," I said with a smile, to which the player named Momonga responded positively.

And with that, we've got ourselves another member in the clan!

So now, with Momonga on board, a big chunk of my "Do-list" checklist is ticked off. I can practically taste the freedom! No more desperate searches or awkward introductions. It's like winning the lottery, but with fewer taxes and more virtual battles.

Yep, from now on, it's smooth sailing in the world of YGGDRASIL. No more stress, just good times and epic adventures.

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[In my patron, Gaming arc and Highschool DXD arc ended and Demon Slayer Arc just started.]