You are Laharl,
Overlord of the Netherworld! Alongside your companions Etna and Flonne, you have ruled for countless years with an iron fist. Truly there is no man, demon or angel stronger than you.
And if there was? Well, odds are they've left by now.
You see, your kingdom, the Netherworld, is under attack. Your vassals have all been destroyed or turned tail and fled (Even your most 'loyal' vassals) to other worlds before the unrelenting onslaught. Only you and your closest and most(ly) loyal companions remain.
"How many more of these things
ARE there?" You complain, slicing through three more of the stupid little shadow creatures. They're weak, really, popping like soap bubbles if you so much as touch them. It was amusing at first, having a limitless army of enemies to slay but...
As more of the little relentless shadow creatures rise from the floor you bite back a groan, watching as a massive creature pulls itself from the floor. An arrow flies overhead, erupting into a massive plume of light, scouring the shadows for a moment.
"Sorry..." To your left, Flonne slumps to the ground. "I'm completely out of energy..."
"Ah! I told you to conserve your strength! These things are weak enough that you only need to use the bare minimum!" You berate the fallen angel.
"Yes, but we've been fighting for five solid days." Etna grumbles, leaning on her spear. "Even using the bare minimum, that's a bit much isn't it?"
"Grr..." You growl, scowling menacingly as the monsters begin to reform. "To hell with this. We're leaving."
"Prince?" Etna turns to look at you, awaiting your orders with a small smile. "Are you sure you know the meaning of 'retreat'?"
"Of course I do... But we're not retreating. We're just... Going on vacation! Why, I've been the Overlord for so long that I can barely remember
Not having all this responsibility." You protest, stabbing a half-formed shadow. "Whatever these things are, they can have this dust-ball. It's not like there's anyone left here to rule. Gather your stuff, we're going to find a different world to relax on."
With that, you turn and head towards your room to pack, stabbing any stray shadows that get in your way. Behind you, Etna turns to the exhausted Flonne. "As I thought. He really doesn't know what
retreat means."
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Time to pack for your vacation. Time is of the essence, so naturally you grab:
[] Your collection of odd (But not particularly useful) weapons and armor.
[] Your bookshelf full of classic demon literature. (Instruction manuals included)
[] A quick disguise, in case anyone recognizes you. (Sunglasses make all the difference)
[] No time to decide, grab everything!
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"Well?" You ask, tapping your foot as Etna opens up the portal. Beyond is a seemingly infinite void of stars, each one its own world. The closest inhabitable planets are:
[] Earth. It's kind of boring, most don't have any sort of magic, and the humans are constantly destroying things. You wouldn't want to conquer it, but hey, if humans don't care about their planet, they won't mind most of the stuff you do for fun! (Worm)
[] A... Different Earth? It looks like Earth, sure, but it's a lot less polluted. That, and the way it's shaped is a bit off. Regardless, it looks like it may be a bit more interesting than the other alternatives. (Pokemon)
[] Those are both boring. Let's just head to the furthest one we can reach and then start jumping. We'll have to stay a few days in each world, but we'll find somewhere cool eventually. (Random)
(This is not going to be a serious quest. Ideally, you're playing as a max level Laharl, and will be so horribly out of place that nothing is going to hurt you... mostly. You are however one of the biggest trolls in the multiverse (along with your two companions), so humor is the name of the game.)
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