"WN Isn't Canon"

"WN doesn't matter"

"LN is LN, WN is WN"

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Lore should be left well alone. Oh I know, how the secrets beckon so sweetly. Only the honest truth will cure you now. Free you from your wild curiosity.

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Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere's Ziggy!

Wake up Sheeple! Hack O' Yama is such a hack, he even has to rip off Muchimuchi Puririn! The lazy fiend!

Take but a glimpse into the madness in the new ways to 'see' Overlord. You need

1.) Writing about Overlord(LN) references writing in Overlord(WN).

1A) Demiurge brings up a talk about the Demon King that happened in WN but not LN

".Demiurge. Although the task is also possible for Cocytus. But I think

you are more suited for this task. Henceforth, I will give you this responsibility."

Ainz sighed during his moment of hesitance. "---Bring your servants

and take control of one country. Use them for open action, but control matters

in the back, do not reveal your existence to others."

"---Should I take it that the lack of information about current magic and the

strength of adventurers is considerably dangerous? Should I wait for Sebasdono?"

"It is so. Your words are correct. However, around when I, the figure known

as Ainz, appears, a Demon King is born, many annoying vermin may seek to

slander me. Thus I shall send you."

...

"Then when we dominate them, will the [Great Hero of Justice] Ainz Ooal

Gown arrive to repel those subordinates?"

"--Yes."

"Understood!" Demiurge charmingly smiled. "Please let me take on the role

as the Demon King for this assignment. I shall adjust the plans accordingly to

allow the Hero of the Empire to take center stage."

"In moderation. But think before you massacre people."

The smart devilish face of the Demiurge twisted from astonishment.

"Please allow this embarassed one to ask a question. Why thus? A massacre

will certainly invite the wrath of the people. I think that this method will certainly

be a good strategy to increase the notoriety of the Demon King.. or

is it we should be alert for the appearance of heroes? I think it is only those

fools who self-appoint themselves as heroes, whom will appear like moths to

a flame."

"Just as you say."

[WN]

“…So you intend to build infamy, then?”

“That is correct. The intention is to place Jaldabaoth upon the throne of the

Demon King.”

“Now I see. So accomplishing my order was part of your plan, then?”

Ainz looked at Demiurge, who was bowing low to acknowledge that that was

the case. He remembered the order he had given. He had handed out several of

them, and one of them was to give rise to a Demon King.

[V6]

1B) Narberal's True Form

"Now, shadow demons, please show yourself"

Shadows without thickness expanded from the darkness. It was as if something

two dimensional had gained a third dimension.

Emaciated humanoid figures with bat wings attached to their backs, their fingers

ending in sharp claws.

The figures were pitch black, as if created from darkness itself. The only other

colour were the eyes, a sickly glowing shade of yellow. The name Shadow Demon

certainly suited them.

[We would request that you show us your true form as well]?

[We would like to confirm that you are whom that our great lord has ordered

us to serve]

"Well in that case tell me the name of your master first"

[Our master's name is Ains Ool Gown. The Supreme One]

"Understood."

Momon's form started to twist and shift.

The form that Momon settled into was no different from the one she normally

took in Nazerick. Her clothing however, remained the same, making the chest

stick out slightly.

"Will this do?"

[--We cannot properly verify your identity. We repeat. Please show us your

true form.]

"--Alright, it can't be helped."

Scratching her head lightly in embarrassment, Momon hesitated. She finally

nodded with an expressionless face worthy of a noh mask and the outline of

her face twisted and melted.

The form that her face settled into, was quite simply, not human.

Her head was like a pink egg, its bald top gleaming with nary a strand of hair

growing.

There were no protrusions at all at the spot where the nose was supposed

to be. The area was as flat as a field. The areas belonging to the eyes and

mouth were simply empty holes. Eyeballs, lips, tongue and teeth were totally

non-existent. The face was akin to the drawing of a child's doodle using a

black pen. There were changes to the body as well. The well endowed breasts

shrunk like a deflating balloon that was pierced by a needle.

She dropped the hemp sack on the ground, and the five beautiful fingers on

her hands, were replaced by four weirdly long fingers. The fingers wiggled

like stick insects and on one of the fingers was a ring.

Doppelganger.

That was Momon's -Narberal Gamma's true form.

[WN]

She did not show her true appearance.

If a person who only reads the books develops a crush, please smile kindly to

them if you have read this.

In no way smash a dream/fantasy.

Absolutely never!

[V2AT]

2.) Characters in Overlord(WN) are referenced subtly by offhand comments in Overlord(LN)

2A) Breast Master (Normal) Class Holder

Since the Archduke passed, the nobles began to think of their next move.

“Hmm. Then…. When I talk to the Archduke I must not slip up.”

“Agreed. I believed that I could win in a battle of words if he knew nothing of noble etiquette…. But it seems I must find a different method.”

“Having no gaps…. Shall I say to be expected of the Archduke?”

“It is just as you say. However…. How dangerous.”

“What is?”

“Her. The Archduke’s dance partner.”

“….Her chest is quite large for her age. The dynamic motion of them when she moves. If she is wearing underwear, they might be fake—”

Leaving one of the nobles out of their field of view, the others began to talk quietly amongst each other.

[WN]

There was a remark regarding the circumstances of Shalltear-san’s breasts

shift/disappearing from Aura (in Volume 1), but is it a super-perfectly-level

pad (or several sheets of pads?), because violent movements will make lower

placed pads with no bottom bra support move elsewhere.

Incidentally, humans with discerning eyes beyond others, like a certain noble,

understand the breast movement (the jiggling) is bizarre.

However, only a handful of people can reach that Realm.

Certainly an appropriate person would rightfully be designated the breast master!

[V2AT]

2B) JETTO-sama

In Yggdrasil, illusions were simply another set of item skins over that could be

activated through the spellcasting console, but in this world, illusion magic was real.

That being the case, it would make sense for items that pierced illusions to exist… In

E-Rantel, nobody saw through it, and after I heard from the Magician’s Guildmaster

that one needed experience to see through them, I got careless… there are also quite a

few orichalcum ranked adventurers here, what a blunder…

Ainz surveyed the room again.

Nobody’s on their guard, I guess my secret’s still safe… from now on, I won’t

remove my helmet in the capital unless I have to. Someone might have a talent for

seeing through illusions.

[V6]

2C) General Ray (Every Nazarekt Fanboy)

“There is no way that their morale will increase after seeing such a massacre…. Rather than that, the Empire should say that we grieve for the Kingdom’s losses and gain the upper hand in negotiations.”

A massacre.

Ray recalled that scene.

That one-sided battle. The battlefield that was gripped in despair.

—It was beautiful

Everything was beautiful. It was a violent art that was permitted due to the overwhelming difference in power. The opening scene in a play of the gods that inferior humans could never reach.

Ray unconsciously let out a lustful sigh. His hardened manhood pressed up against his armour, causing pain to shoot through him, yet it still felt pleasing.

Ray believed that that scene should be called absolute beauty, but unfortunately, no one agreed with him. The other generals believed that it was a merciless massacre that could not be called a war.

Rather than cries of victory, there were more pitying the terrible way in which the Kingdom’s soldiers died.

Rather than agreeing that it was an overwhelming victory for the Empire, they were denying it and were disgusted.

[WN]

Nimble did not know what to do next, and he hesitated.

He wanted to run as well. However, he could not do so, and not all the

knights had escaped, in any event.

As he looked back across the formation, he saw a scant few people

remaining, stock still atop their horses.

They had not remained because of their fear. Rather, it was because they

were mesmerized by the sight of overwhelming power, and had forgotten

themselves in their excitement.

For instance, normal people would flee when they saw a huge tornado

sweeping in toward them. However, there were certain beings who admired the

beauty of the tornado and stood still ─ even though they realized it would

claim their lives. Those that remained could be considered deviants.

[V9]

2D)

3.) Maruyama asspulls WN stuff to be used later

3A) Abyss Demon?

The first were the subordinates that Demiurge brought.

Their staunch figures were covered in black hardened scales with large batlike

wings sprouting from their backs. A dark malevolent aura permeated

from their bodies. Their bodies were supported by a devilish whip-like tail.

Sharp fangs protruded from their mouths, with razor sharp claws that cuts

like a katana.

On their heads were pairs of long and twisted horns, on their backs were similar

but shorter horns. Their faces were covered with scales, making them look

like a twisted hybrid of men and insect.

They were the image of a demon. They were not the highest level, but they

were high class level 80 Abyssal Lords.

[WN]

Appearance changed, but role as Demiurge's 'close vassal' and horns are same.

3B) St.Clementine

As an author inside, I think people on Nazarick’s side are winners.

But what should I do once the Empire Volume is over? The book edition’s

Holy Kingdom volume will differ because of Saint Clementine-san. Or else

I will have to tell the book edition’s story.

[Blog]

St. Clementine exists in Mass for the Dead

3C) Super Tier magic and TGOALID

“….How weak. Why are they so scared of magic of that level. It’s just an Overrank Magic. The activation time was shortened with a cash item. I did not use any special skills or strengthen it.”

[WN]

[KBA]

3D) Ainz's Bone Throne

This tent was brought in by someone. It’s workmanship was at the level where one would immediately understand this.

In the centre of that tent was a chair.

It was a lump of countless bones forced into the shape of a chair. However, its use was obvious. It was so large that it was not obvious what it was— Including the back it was about six metres tall. In addition, the empty eye sockets of the countless skulls that decorated it peered into one’s soul.

It was— A throne.

Despite it being a fearsome creation, it made one wonder which artist made it. It made the viewer feel a sense of beauty. If one stood from afar, the pure white decorated throne would immediately catch their eye.

[WN]

“…Aura, a question for you. What is that thing over there?”

Ainz’s gaze fell on a white-colored chair within the room. It had a high back

and looked very solid. Due to the exquisite craftsmanship that had gone into its

construction, it easily qualified as a work of art. Well, as long as one did not

dwell on its sole fault.

“It is a little plain, but it is a throne that was specially made for you.”

One of the subordinates behind him — Demiurge — confidently responded

on Aura’s behalf. Having anticipated that, Ainz continued asking:

“…And whose bones went into its construction?”

“They came from all sorts of animals. I selected choice bones from Griffins

and Wyverns.”

“…I see… Is that so…”

This throne of bone was not furniture from Nazarick, so it was probably

something Demiurge had made outside before bringing it here. Also, the

throne’s construction seemed to use a lot of human or demi-human bones.

While it was not stained with blood or flesh and was completely made out of

pure white bones, he still imagined that he could smell the gore.

[V4]

3E.) Demiurge's Orc Breeding Experiments

“T, the orcs refuse to cooperate! However, I am forcing them to do it using charm magic! I shall produce the results that Demiurge-sama desires!”

“The sense of beauty is different between races after all.”

The sense of beauty of orcs and goblins was completely different. To orcs, human beauties were the pinnacle of ugliness. That was why interspecies breeding would produce low quality products.

That was why Demiurge enjoyed it.

Demiurge loved to hear the screams of pain. Rather than screams from mental damage, he preferred it to be from physical pain. However he did not hate screams from mental damage.

“Then would it be better to cast it on the humans?”

“Y, yes, currently, I have casted it on the males.”

“Hearing that tells me that it’s going smoothly though?”

“No, it would be better not to. We get the best parchment from the young ones, and they die immediately without magic.”

“….The human spirit is weak. There have been many problems such as self-harm….”

They could not allow for any form of self harm like suicide. Unfortunately there were no demons that could use resurrection magic. Thus the numbers dropped.

[WN]

The Sorcerer King’s question seemed to given Dyel and the other Orcs a

powerful shock. The Orcs who looked like mothers clutched their children

tightly. After that, there were sounds of moaning and vomiting.

“…What happened here, seriously?” the Sorcerer King could not help but say.

“Ah, it seems I’ve asked a question I shouldn’t have asked. Shall I bring some

water? Or do you want something else?”

comforting.

“We do not want anything else. But we beg you not to ask us what happened.

You would not enjoy hearing it, and it was a hellish experience for us. If you

order us to speak of it we will do so, but I pray you will do it away from others.

Please.”

After hearing the sobs and weeping of the female Orcs, Neia began to feel a

little afraid of what had happened to them.

[V12]

3F) Alah Alaf

The first priests clad in white were those who believed strongly in the god of life—-Alah Alaf. And in opposition, the priests clad in black worshipped the god of death—-Sulshana.

[WN]

Alah Alaf gets mentioned in Mass for the Dead during the Sunlight Scripture part.

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Nearly everything in Overlord is a reference. Hack O' Yama can't stop, won't stop. Even his own writing isn't safe!

"I want to learn more references..."

-You, probably, maybe?

Ziggy: "I've seen your kind, time and time again.

Every fleeing reference must be caught. Every secret must be unearthed.

Such is the conceit of the self-proclaimed seeker of lore.

But in the end, you lack the stomach.

For the agony you'll bring upon yourself...

I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for originality in Overlord, I can tell you Hack O Yama has none. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long time of being autistic. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like Maruyama. If you let the references go unnoticed now, that'll be the end of it. The autism will not haunt you, the things not explained by D&D will not bother you. But if you don't, Ziggy will look for you, Ziggy will find you, and Ziggy will tell you-

I am the autism of my mind

Lore is my body and semanntics is my blood

I have created over a thousand theories

Unknown to originality,

Nor known to creativity.

Have withstood importing to create many lores

Yet, that author will never create anything

So as I pray, Unlimited Hack Works.

Your minds couldn't possible deal with how even power scaling in Overlord is an elaborate Gag by Maruyama. One he even does for Mass for the Dead. Or even begin to understand why Dragon Emperor, Cure Elim, and Tsa are as strong as they are. Choose between your sanity or the truth, the truth I call despair. You either stop caring about Overlord or live long enough to see yourself become a Ziggy.

"Ah hah hah ha! Ooh! Majestic! An Overlord fan is a Overlord fan, even in a discussion. But, alas, not too fast! The references swirl and churn unending! As you once did for the vacuous Rom, grant us lore, grant us lore. Plant lore in our canon, to cleanse us of fake fans. Let us sit about, and speak feverishly. Chatting into the wee hours of--

New ideas, of the origins of everything in Overlord!"

....

Buy my unfinished, unreleased book. It'll allow you to 'see' the lore inside the lore.

We are born of the lore,

made fans by the lore,

undone by the lore;

Fear the Original Lore.