You are a great Overlord in this world. Reincarnated into the body of your game avatar you exist in the Tomb of Nazarick. Surrounded by your floor guardians. Your creations, your children, creations of yourself and your lost friends.. They revere you with fear, glory, and respect.

Now you're living in your great labyrinth trying to rule your up in coming nation. With your power and finesse you have slowly begun to take over villages and are coming onto small countries. For now you are discussing peace methods.

You floor guardians, Albedo, Shalltear, Demiurge, Cocytus, the twins, Aura and Mare, Victim and Gargantua. They each stood proudly in the room. Watching as the doors slowly presented open, leaving light in to shadow the human delegation. Letting the group filter into the room.

You sat in your throne room. The delegation from nearby was soon to arrive. Each of your floor guardians lined the walls, the maids of the tomb stood behind you. Each looked like practiced and perfect dolls. Not one person in the room would dare disgrace you.