All Of The Worlds Will Be Mine

Overlord world

Eerth, Japan

Year 2138

A ray of piercing sunlight filtered through the window, disturbing Elric's peaceful slumber.

"Mmh…"

With a groggy sigh, he slowly opened his eyes. The world came into view, white and sterile. He rubbed his eyes lazily and sat up, blinking as the surroundings registered.

A pristine room greeted him—almost too clean, like a hospital ward but far more luxurious. The walls were smooth and white, illuminated by soft ambient lighting that adjusted to his movement. The bed he had been sleeping on was unusually comfortable, its fabric humming softly with climate control and pressure adjustment systems. He sighed again, more awake now, and pushed himself to his feet.

Still drowsy, he walked over to the tall, seamless window and drew aside the white curtain.

What lay beyond the glass was a scene so breathtaking it didn't seem real.

A vast, unbroken sea of green stretched endlessly into the horizon. A lush forest, untouched and alive, bathed in the shimmering glow of morning light. The trees swayed with grace, their canopy alive and whispering, as though nature itself was singing.

But more than just nature...

From within the verdant ocean of leaves, majestic structures rose—elegant, futuristic towers of white and silver. They were unlike any buildings of old. Tall spires gleamed like polished bone under the sun, and sweeping domes reflected the light like giant pearls nestled within the forest.

The most awe-inspiring of them all stood in the center—a soaring structure shaped like a divine spear of light, piercing the heavens. Its surface curved like frozen water mid-flow, its presence radiating calm and authority. It was not just a building. It was a monument—a guardian watching over the forest it emerged from.

Around it, other constructions floated or stood tall. One resembled an enormous disc, suspended mid-air without any visible support. Others were needle-like towers piercing through the canopy, perfectly spaced and elegantly minimal.

There were no roads.

No smoke.

No buzzing cars or chimneys.

Only a seamless coexistence between technology and nature.

This city had not conquered the forest.

It had become one with it.

"…Beautiful…" Elric whispered under his breath.

Yes, it was beautiful. So perfect it almost hurt to look at.

"A dreamscape," he muttered, voice low. "Like something out of a sci-fi author's utopia."

And yet, as he gazed longer, a subtle sadness crept into his chest. His breath caught slightly—not out of awe, but from a tinge of sorrow.

This entire scene, this heavenly paradise… was a lie.

The trees.

The clouds.

Even the sky and the morning light.

They weren't real. Just a artificial creation of some one's forgotten memory. A beautifully rendered real hologram born from humanity's own desperate regret.

A facade of utopia within a dystopia.

The room, the forest, the city—everything was artificial, maintained by high-level environmental simulations in sealed biomes. Outside these controlled zones, the real Earth of 2138 was nothing short of a nightmare.

The world had become hopelessly polluted.

No one had seen the real sky in decades. The heavens were buried beneath thick layers of smog and chemical clouds. And if anyone were to step outside the protected domes without proper gear...

They'd die.

That was no exaggeration.Even to breathe freely required either a top-grade gas mask or, in some cases, an artificial lung.

Elric had heard of people collapsing in mere minutes after exposure—lungs scorched, eyes blinded, skin burned. Without sufficient equipment, stepping into the "outside" was like jumping into a toxic inferno.

And it wasn't just the air.

As the sun grew dim behind the smoke, plants across the planet began to wither. Ecological collapse followed swiftly. Many animal species vanished forever. Even insects struggled to survive.

Water turned acidic.Rain burned skin.Natural rivers became chemical waste channels.

Now, the only food that could be grown was cultivated in massive, enclosed structures called Doom Houses—towering agricultural greenhouses sealed away from the environment.

But those could never meet the demands of billions.

Fruits and vegetables became luxury items reserved for the wealthy. Ordinary people—those not born into elite circles—could only survive on nutrient supplements and synthetic pills, tasteless and gray.

It hadn't always been like this.

The great collapse began over seventy years ago.

A time when severe food shortages pushed humanity to the brink. People, starving and desperate, rose up in mass revolts. A global wave of rebellion—Con-di-ta—swept across nations. Governments were overthrown. Chaos ruled for a time.

But when the dust settled...It wasn't freedom that emerged.

It was corporate rule.

The world's largest enterprises—those same entities responsible for environmental destruction—saw their chance. They filled the power vacuum and officially took control of entire countries.

Democracy died with little fanfare.

And as expected, nothing changed. In fact, everything got worse.

The very corporations that had brought ruin to Earth now ruled with unchecked power, squeezing out the last drops of life from a dying planet.

Elric stared at the simulated utopia beyond the glass.So pure.So perfect.So tragically false.

This… was the world of 2138.The Earth from which Suzuki Satoru, also known as Ainz Ooal Gown, had once hailed.

And this… was also his world now.

A dystopian future wrapped in illusions.

A paradise built atop ash.

He turned away from the window, shadows gathering in his gaze.

"…It's all just too quiet."

Too clean.

Too controlled.

Too… empty.

The silence was deafening.

The beauty, haunting.