The Pharoah's Rise (Overlord Male Reader Insert)

Part 4: Royalties Finest

"Th'uul" you said as the large armored individual snapped to attention.

"Why not make yourself presentable and help these towns folk clear rubble?" Th'uul bowed

"Yes sir." He removed his helmet, and his armor plating to reveal what looked like a large jolly human. You had to admit, it was shockingly convincing. Even his race in his stats changed. Adaptation was and is a truly powerful skill it seemed. Th'uul traipsed off followed by some of the local children who attempted to climb him like a jungle gym. You made your way into the large structure that housed at least 50 in critical condition and a pile of 10 bodies in the corner, clearly deceased. You swiftly raised your cloak to block the view from any children in the room.

"Elder, please escort any young away from here. This is no place for them." You said sternly which sent a shiver down the elder's spine.

"Of course."he offers with a humble bow. You turned to the pile of corpses and lifted a hand. You figured they were only recently deceased, so this would most likely work…

"Essence Extraction." You muttered as a blue energy swirled up from the corpses. It coursed into your palm as you felt the life energy that remained in their bodies fill you. To your surprise, glimpses of their lives flashed in your mind...memories. That thought alone filled you with dread. If they truly held memories, this clearly wasn't simply a game anymore. They have feelings and lives...something truly nefarious was most certainly afoot. As the last flecks of energy flitted into your palm, their flesh began to crumble to dust as it harmlessly blew out a nearby window, guided by your telekinetic power. You turned to see a man staring at you in awe. His head was severely wounded and poorly bandaged. He was clearly on the verge of unconsciousness as he reached out and clung to your coat.

"Are you...a god?" He asked in an almost childlike way. You couldn't help but feel for him as you extended a hand and gently placed it on his wound. The question sparked a peculiar situation for you.

"Whether I am a God or not is irrelevant. What's important is whether or not you believe I am." His body hummed with energy until the wound had completely closed. His trembling intensified as he grabbed hold of you tightly, sobbing onto your leather armor.

"Lord Agamemnon! You are my savior….please help the rest." He begged on his knees in a most desperate manner.

"Please," you said helping him up.

"Do not let them see you so weak. Weakness is no flaw, but this village will be looking to their strong for guidance. Be that for them." You said as you began chanting. The room swirled with green energy as the wounds of all in the building began resealing at a rapid pace. For a brief moment, you felt the effects of releasing so much essence at once, but the hollowness quickly faded. The villagers cheered as they were reunited with their previously injured loved ones. You couldn't help but smile as you took a seat in a nearby chair. You leaned back and propped your feet up on a table that had previously had a near dying woman upon it. The elder approached you, holding back tears.

"You truly are something extraordinary...but what of your cohort and Gazeff?" He asked with baited breath. You could tell he was still quite nervous with the Slain Theocracy still so close.

"Any second now, it should all be clear." You say as a being shimmers into existence behind the elder. Almost as if on que, Gazeff now stood in the center of the room, bloodied and tired, but alive nonetheless.

"What? But…." You stood up and made your way towards Gazeff. You placed a hand on his shoulder and his wounds sizzled away, leaving behind clean and fresh skin.

"You're arrival signals the end of this little...fiasco." As you spoke your last word, a great vibration reverberated through the small village. You figured it was a high tier magic spell Ainz had cast. The entire village stared at you in complete awe as Ainz appeared in the room with Albedo and Th'uul.