Prologue - Dead Tyrant
Third Person POV
In a lavishly decorated room, filled with luxurious artefacts, a young man lies on a king-size bed. He appears to be between 15 and 20, with jet-black hair and blue eyes. His slightly bored features are framed by a developing beard along the sides of his face, stretching down to his chin. His robust body is outlined by a snug shirt, leaving little to the imagination, while his bare legs reveal that he is dressed only in the shirt and some boxers.
The young man, engrossed in reading a novel, glances at the cover: 'Overlord Volume 18'. With a soft sigh, his voice, tinged with arrogance—perhaps a reflection of his roles in films as kings and tyrants—echoes in the room: "This ending has left me with more questions than answers." The 19-year-old actor reflects, "Who would have thought that Ainz would face the Dragon Lords with equipment from his former guildmates. Yet, the doubt remains..." he muses, placing the book on the bedside table.
"If the Heavenly Dragon Lord, who did not partake in the final battle, decides to keep the gate closed to prevent more Players from returning, the mystery will persist. After all, he is always in the sky, guarding the castle that he carries on his back." He concludes his thoughts. He sighs before casting a glance at the clock on the bedside table. "And it's... two in the morning." He murmurs quietly.
"Better get some rest, I have filming tomorrow morning." The young actor reflects, sighing softly, before recalling what he read. "Someone with such extraordinary powers wouldn't need to work or go to university." He comments with a hint of his characteristic arrogance, imagining himself using Ainz's spells to snuggle more comfortably in bed. "A person with such abilities would simply be relaxing, enjoying the certainty that nothing will disturb them." He thinks, "What a wonderful life that would be, just sleeping." He concludes his thoughts before finally succumbing to the arms of Morpheus.
Ley Kagenou POV
As the light penetrated my tightly closed eyelids, an uncomfortable sensation overwhelmed me. I then realized I was sitting... Wait, sitting? But wasn't I asleep? I quickly opened my eyes, and what I found was utter emptiness, a deep blackness. But, how is it possible that I can see myself and the chair I am sitting on? And where is this troubling light coming from?
I looked up, and in front of me was a man visibly more annoyed than I, seated on a richly decorated throne. Hold on, could this bastard be the one who kidnapped me? Is he waiting for a ransom? "This seems strangely familiar..." I thought. "Could I have died? Or is this some bizarre dream? Maybe reading 'Overlord', an Isekai novel, is playing tricks in my dreams?" I continued to ponder what was happening before me.
"Are you done with your absurd theories?" finally spoke the man in front of me. His voice sounded like a child's in an adult's body. Well, let's play along, this must be just a dream, right? "Are you the God of this place?" I asked with my arrogant and authoritative voice, the one that earned me so many roles in the cinema, as I adjusted myself in the chair, crossing my legs and resting my arms on the supports.
"Yes, and by your posture, I see you already have an idea of what this is about." The man replied with a tone of disdain, waving his hand. This has to be a dream, because this guy is exactly how I would imagine a bored god. "Well, you are entitled to one wish, and then you will go to a world of my choice," he continued, which made me look at him suspiciously. "What?" I couldn't help but question. After all, in these stories of wishes, aren't there usually three wishes granted?
"Any problem?" The god's voice, laden with annoyance, interrupted my thoughts. I could only sigh, sharpening my gaze. It was time for the tyrant to take control. "So, oh Tacky God..." I began with my arrogant voice, sporting a tyrannical smile. "Lukas, not Tacky God."
"Kukuku, whatever, oh Crappy God, may I know how I died?" I continued, steadfast in the role of the fearless tyrant. "Human..." I heard him mutter disdainfully. "Well, the answer is that I was too lazy to look for a soul with a predestined fate, so I chose one at random and struck it with lightning... and now you're here," he explained. So, out of sheer laziness, he killed the first one he saw with a lightning bolt? Kukuku, what irony. "Are you dissatisfied with that?" he asked, smiling as if challenging me for calling him Crappy God.
"Kukuku, what do you think, Crappy God? You killed me, you idiot!" I retorted with a penetrating gaze, while uncrossing my legs. "Hurry up, make your wish..." the so-called Tacky God, completely ignoring my comment, waved his hand as if to get it over with quickly. "What crap, shouldn't there be three wishes?" I commented, maintaining the tyrannical smile on my face. "That's boring, so just say what you want once and for all."
"If you're so lazy, Crappy God, then why did you bring me here?" I questioned, swapping my tyrannical smile for a serious expression, as I intensified the authority and arrogance in my voice. The Tacky God sighed disdainfully and said, "We gods are supposed to oversee a world, and since I don't have mine yet, don't waste my time, or I'll send you without anything." He spoke as if I were worthless... just wait a bit, you son of a bitch.
"And if I died, oh Idiotic God, what would be the logic in sending me to another world?" I questioned firmly. "As long as I send a soul to a world, I fulfill my duty. Granting you a wish is already a great generosity, so be grateful, oh foolish human." As soon as Crappy God finished, I resumed my tyrannical smile and recrossed my legs, resting my head on my right fist, and chuckled softly, "Kukuku…"
"And your wish? Speak!" the Idiotic God pressed, apparently beginning to get annoyed. "I want you to die, kukulu," I replied, while the god stared at me with a dumb expression, as if I had activated a cheat code in a game. "Don't be ridiculous, human. If I died, you would be stuck here forever," he retorted, but I noticed a bead of sweat on his forehead. "Well, that would be boring. Then, Crappy God, grant me all the Supreme Being abilities from the novel 'Overlord'," I maintained my tyrannical posture.
"Which ones, you fool? There are many," he replied, as if speaking to an imbecile. "Kukuku, didn't you catch the 'all' part, Crappy God?" I countered, as if my request was obvious. He just said one wish; he didn't specify that this wish couldn't have multiple functions. "Denied. I'll give you all from just one of the characters, so choose quickly," he said swiftly. "Well, I still come out ahead, kukuku," I thought.
"I want Ainz's abilities," I declared with my tyrannical smile, crossing my hands in front of my abdomen. "And to which world am I going? Do I know it or not, oh Lazy Crappy God?" I questioned. The God, still unhappy with the way I addressed him, answered, "DxD." Hearing this, I lost my tyrannical smile and almost broke character. Did he really say what I heard? I remained silent for so long that he added, "Don't you like it? Many would love to go there."
"Are you joking, oh Crappy God? The plot of that novel is terrible," I protested irritably. Of all the worlds, it had to be an ecchi one? "Besides, it's an Ecchi world. I don't want to go to that crap, I have my principles," I said, maintaining some of my arrogance.
"Too bad for you, I'm not giving you a choice," said the God, feigning to wipe away an imaginary tear of pity. "And you better play your part as a man, or I myself will kill you with another lightning bolt," he threatened, with a victorious smile. "Kukuku, what a situation, does this guy want me to create a harem or something?" I pondered internally.
"How about the world of 'Re:Zero'? Or even 'Overlord', that one is spectacular too," I suggested, regaining my tyrannical smile. "I just want a peaceful life, doing nothing. With Ainz's powers, I'm sure I can manage that," I reflected, amused.
"I don't care, I didn't ask for your opinion," said that Crappy God, Lukas, as if he hardly cared. "Either accept or I'll eliminate you and look for another fool to do what I ask," he threatened, with a cruel smile.
I just smiled and looked at him nonchalantly. "Go ahead, kill me." As soon as those words left my mouth, the God stopped smiling, while I just wished this bizarre dream would end. And what better way to end a dream than dying in it? "Alright, don't move," said the god, pointing a finger at me, from which electric energy emerged. When one of the sparks touched me, I felt... my tyrannical facade fell for half a second, before returning.
"What the hell, this is real?! It's not a dream?!" I screamed internally, before looking at the God and resuming my tyrannical smile. "Wait a minute, Crappy God!" When my arrogant and commanding voice sounded, he stopped, even though I noticed a hint of desperation in my voice. "Kuku, I accept," I declared. Hearing this, the God smiled and, dissipating the electricity from his hand, said, "You see how easy it is when we all agree?"
I felt a vein pulsing on my forehead – metaphorically, of course – before sighing resignedly. "Then, send me away already, Crappy God," I maintained my tyrannical posture. Lukas raised one hand and, as it glowed, a magical circle, like those seen in anime, appeared beneath my chair. "Don't move while the circle connects," he instructed. I smiled and nodded, "So be it."
"Well, now for the clauses. Once in that world, I won't be able to help you or intervene, blah, blah, blah, screw the bureaucracy. It's a lot, you just have to behave as anyone would in the world of DxD." The Lazy Crappy God completely dismissed the information that could be crucial. What a son of a bitch. Then, the circle under my chair began to glow more intensely and I started to float, reminding me of recordings in zero gravity. Interesting. "Looks like it's connected, goodbye, impertinent human."
I couldn't help but laugh, maintaining my role as a tyrant. "Kukukuhaha! Goodbye, Crappy God! I'll never do what you told me. I'll do as I please, even if I have to build a house in the middle of nowhere to stay out of the story of this world. Kukukuhahaha!!" One thing I've noticed since I arrived and spoke with this idiot is that he wasn't reading my mind. I don't know if he didn't want to or couldn't. But, given the laziness he showed, I'm inclined to believe the former.
"You know I can stop the transport, right?" the God said, as if it were obvious. And it is obvious, he just needed to cut the power to the circle. But he didn't try to stop it. No, instead he shot an electric bolt at me. "Kukuku, fuck this shit!!" I screamed internally. But before Lukas's lightning could strike me, another bolt, golden and not blue, collided with his.
Lukas, with a surprised expression, something I would have liked to photograph if I could move, exclaimed, "Eh?! Who?!" In that immense black void, a sphere as bright as the sun appeared before me, forcing me to close my eyes to avoid going blind. "It seems that the protocols have been broken, Lukas," I heard. I mean, I can say that, right? It seemed like the voice was coming directly into my brain, not through my ears, I assume it was the voice of the bright sphere.
"What do you think you're doing! You can't inter..." Lukas's voice was cut off, I believe he was going to say 'intervene'. Squinting my eyes, I saw Lukas disappear into little golden light dots. "Eh?! What are you doing, Aut..." He didn't finish speaking, vanishing completely, only with the voice of the sphere resonating, "You're fired."
With that, the sphere dimmed its brilliance, allowing me to open my eyes and see it approaching. "Kukuku, what did you do to the Crappy God, Stupid Sphere that wanted to blind me?" I asked, maintaining my role as the tyrant. "Meh, I made him human, which means he no longer exists. Besides, he seemed tired of this job, so whatever," the sphere said, as if it were no big deal. "Kukuku, so this little ball of light is more powerful than that Crappy God?" I thought.
"So... what happens to me now?" I questioned, keeping my tyrannical smile. "Nothing has changed, you will still go to that world, but due to Lukas's attitude, your wish will be fulfilled," the sphere replied calmly. This made my smile widen. "So, the powers of all the Supremes?" I asked, almost unable to contain my excitement, despite all my acting experience. "Yes," said the sphere, maintaining its usual tone.
"Couldn't I then go to another world? Instead of all my abilities, just keep Ainz's and go to a different world as compensation?" I proposed, now with a more serious expression. The idea of going to that world of Ecchi and Fanservice did not appeal to me at all.
"Well, about changing worlds... sorry, but that idiot Lukas already connected the worlds. If you don't go, that world will disappear... and I think it would be somewhat cruel of me to let so many lives vanish... even if they are nothing to me, I don't know what you think about that." Hearing this from the sphere, all I could do was sigh. I didn't know if it was true, if it was an attempt at manipulation, a strategy by Lukas or this sphere, or if I was just becoming paranoid.
Either way, I didn't want to risk refusing and having this little ball erase that world, only to later show me the supposed consequences of my choices. "Fine, but I won't do any harem or Ecchi stories!" I declared, with a piercing look.
"Don't worry. If you decide to do nothing and stay in a cabin, that's your decision. We all will continue to read this," said the sphere, simply. Wait, 'read this'? "'All read this'?" I asked, a bit curious.
"Well, don't move," said the sphere, completely ignoring my question, echoing Lukas's words. "Alright, kukuku, but may I know your name, oh Crappy Little Ball?" I inquired. "You can call me Author," replied the sphere, before I started to laugh uncontrollably as I began to fade away. "Kukukuhahahaha, thank you, 'Author', hahahaha," I laughed, as my vision completely darkened.
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
Nataruki
Nataruki And that's the end of the prologue, phew, I really liked the concept I saw in the fic I mentioned in the synopsis, I just wanted to give it a new face, with my own writing style, which is never too much, since my style is faster paced and not as melodramatic as the guy's from the Spanish fic.
Oh, and for those wondering, it's more than obvious who Ley is based on, especially with his 'Kukuku' laugh. If you've read Youkoso Jitsuryoku (Classroom Of The Elite), you'll know exactly who I'm talking about, none other than the Tyrant of Class C, Ryuen Kakeru.
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