OVERLORD fanfic

As a newly returned supreme ruler, Alucard, by chance, traveled to a new world along with Ainz Ooal Gown.

They knew nothing about this completely new world.

How will Alucard, the top player who once dominated "YGGDRASIL", face the problems that follow?

How will Alucard, dubbed the "moving world boss" by his defeated adversaries, survive in this new world?

How can we resolve the conflict between the supposedly invincible True Dragon King and the Sky City left behind by the Eight Desire Kings who ended the Dragon King era?

Let's look at the detailed explanation in the main text.

[Nazarick Supreme + Doesn't follow the plot + Isn't a saint + Isn't mindless + Invincible + Time Travel]

YGGDRASIL was once a globally popular online game with a story background based on Norse mythology. Compared with other DMMO-RPGs at the time, it had the characteristic of "exceptionally high degree of player freedom".

And today, twelve years later, it has finally come to an end.

Mia Gabriel, one of the veteran players since the game's launch, specializes in dragon slaying.

The moment he descended upon the other world, the Dragon Emperor fell silent, and the True Dragon Kings faced utter despair.

Platinum Dragon King: You were unharmed after taking my ultimate explosion. Who is the boss between us?

(Content from the Otherworld) ...Wait a minute. I need to clarify a few things first. First of all...I am the Sensei here, and you...are my 'students'? "Yes." Then what are you doing? What do you mean by "developing a special relationship with Sensei, and there's no turning back"? What do you mean by "spending long matches with Sensei..."? What do you mean by "your heart being stolen by the Phantom Thief of Hearts"? "Isn't this what you've been doing all along, Sensei? Under the guise of 'transactions,' under the pretext of 'deepening bonds,' you steal our hearts with each encounter..." Wait a minute...I'm here to save the world, what are you going to do to me?! [List of Bond Relationships] *Ends at the end of Volume [Scepter]

Embark on a journey of mystery to the world of Type-Moon! The Root, the Wizards, the Throne of Heroes, the Garden of Avalon, countless parallel worlds, and those dazzling beauties! Whether it's the furnace (Sakura Matou), the pump (Rin Tohsaka), the oven (Emerald), or the nail gun (Chiel), even the legendary vise, we'll conquer it all! Type-Moon Heavy Industries, you deserve it!

Good news: Fang Suichu has transmigrated to a world brimming with spiritual energy, waking up to find himself within a sect as a newly initiated disciple, complete with a system. Bad news: This immortal world is fake. The so-called immortal path here is closer to Chinese Cthulhu mythos, involving the cultivation of various bizarre curses. Furthermore, the so-called newly initiated disciples are actually being sold to these strange sects as cultivation materials. Even worse news: Fang Suichu's system genuinely believes this to be a legitimate world of cultivation.

Come on! Kill me, and you'll have endless gold, artifacts, and honor! The prerequisite is that you can get past my pet! That's right! It's that seemingly harmless little girl at the door! (Sharing the book "Rebirth: I Am the Boss" by Not Floating Clouds)

The ratings are normal; everyone who's seen them says they're great! After signing the contract, I was pulled into a bizarre world.

On the white-haired girl's panel in front of him, it was clearly written: [Model: Dongfeng-5C, Rating: UR (Mythical)]

My hands were shaking, my heart was pounding, and my mind was filled with the unfair terms that I had just personally revised.

She tilted her head to look at me, her pure blue eyes full of curiosity: "Chu Xuan, your heart rate is over 180, are you excited about signing me?"

Excited? I'm fucking afraid of dying!

I almost enslaved a walking nuclear bomb just now! With that black market contract worth two thousand dollars!

The shady dealer who sold me the contract even said, "Don't worry! It's an N-level agreement; you can bind anyone below SR level!"

I'll tie you up, you son of a bitch! This is like using a dog leash to tie up a Star Destroyer!

Now, this "Dongfeng Goddess," capable of wiping out a country with a single shot, is looking at me with her adorable eyes, seemingly waiting for me to feed her.

And in my pocket, I only had 1,310 yuan left...

[Magical Girl + Pure Hundred + Ten Thousand Female Queens]

A magical genius, a top student, and the youngest graduate in the history of White Rose.

As this legendary genius girl was about to graduate, the entire magical world eagerly awaited to see what path she would choose.

And her decision was—

"I choose to go back to my hometown and become a magical girl!"

Faced with the uproar from the judging panel, the black-haired girl held up her teacup and gave a professional smile.

"Being able to use my magic to protect my hometown has always been my wish."

However, what she truly thought in her heart was—

Six years! It's been a full six years since I last got to suckle my sister! Even if I have to be a pendant this time, I'm going to stick to my sister!

When the girl, filled with longing for her older sister, finally returned to her hometown, she discovered that the gentle and elegant older sister she remembered...

It seems a little different from what I imagined?

"Sister, you smell so good~"

"Sister, your hands are so soft~"

"Wait... what do you mean 'Sister, you're actually a witch'???"

As the older sister's gentle facade revealed her true colors, the genius girl's eyes slowly lost focus, and she let out a desperate cry:

"Where did my gentle older sister go?! Aaaaaah!"

A novel about immortality told from the perspective of an immortal being who transcends the cultivation era. Starting from an ordinary little world, Luo Chen travels to a vast world of cultivation and awakens an immortality system.

Sleeping for a year increases your lifespan by one year and also grants you an attribute point.

Wear and tear in eternity, the meaning of existence, the weight of loved ones in memory, the paradox of guarding and letting go, searching for an anchor point in the torrent of time.