Within the Dukedom of Whitecliff, a land doomed to fail. With its Empire of Re-Estize destroyed, constant raids by bandits and demi-humans, and a lack of food and money, it's only a matter of time before it collapses.
In the throne room of the castle, a meeting is held by the nobles and the new king, Alaric of Whitecliff.
"My lord, we must ally ourselves with another kingdom its the only way to survive," one man spoke as he pointed at marked kingdoms on a map
"They won't ally with someone like use we don't have anything of use, no good farmland, a barely stable military, and no exportable trade," another sighed
"Then what do you suggest we give up and die?" a woman asked slaming her hand on the table.
"No...I hate to say it but we need to take the military we have to raid... It's the only way,"
"Raiding, are you out of your mind, Anderson!?" the woman added once more
"My lord, you must understand this is the only way," Anderson said, turning to face the Duke
The duke, a young man who had taken over from his father two weeks ago, looked down at the ground with his eyes closed.
(What the hell is happening?) The young alaric though
(Where am I...who are these people and why do they call me lord)
Letting out a deep sigh, Alaric looked up at the group of arguing nobles.
"All of you leave...we will continue tomorrow. I must think," Alaric spoke as he stood up
Seeing everyone stand up and say "My lord" before collecting their items and leaving.
Sitting back down, Alaric closed his eyes once more
(So the lord title isn't for show... but how...I was just on my way home from campus.)
Thinking back to what he was doing before finding himself in this room, Alaric felt a blank space as if he was asleep and awoke here.
As he was about to give up on remembering, Alaric stood up to walk around, but he suddenly fell to his knees in pain. In an instant, his mind was flooded with dozens of memories not his own yet familiar.
Memories of a young boy raised in a large estate as a noble, destined to rule after his father, and loved by his mother until they lost everything. Once the empire of Re-Estize fell. They lost support, thier military, food, and had a massive influx of refugees. The stress of everything caused his father to pass away and his mother to take her own life in grief.
As the memories began to stand, and Alaric was able to calm himself, he heard a concerned voice speaking to him.
"My...my lord, are you okay?" A feminine voice spoke as she helped Alaric stand up.
"I'm fine...just give me a moment," Alaric said, standing up and sitting back in this throne.
Looking up at the person who had helped him, Alaric saw a young woman with short brown hair, dressed as a maid.
"Thank you, you may go," Alaric spoke
With a bow, the girl quickly left, allowing Alaric to gather his thoughts.
"So...I was sent to the world of Overlord...shit, no, it could be worse, much worse. But that doesn't answer why,"
In the next moment, a golden screen appeared before Alaric, displaying a welcome message
[Monarch System Activated]
[Welcome, Lord Aalric Valebryn]
"A system...maybe it will have the answers I'm looking for," Alarci said with a grin
"System, can you tell me why I am here and how I got here?"
[My lord was chosen to unite the remaining human kingdoms to stand equal to the Tomb of Nazarick]
"Stand equal to them...Ainz destroyed a whole kingdom without breaking a sweat because they attacked a convoy under his name," Alaric said with a nervous laugh
[Yes, and I am here to aid you in realistically reaching that goal]
"I see, and why was I chosen?"
[Because you display the opposite emotional and mind of Ainz Ooal Gown. You have not engaged in behavior against others and go out of your way to help those around you.]
"Is that all it takes to get to this position?" Alaric laughed
"Anyway, since I'm here, I got no reason to say no. Let's get started. Tell me what you can do."
[As the monarch system, I have multiple functions]
[Status: Tracks the host physcial and magical abilities, displaying them in a numerical value]
[Kingdom Management: Emaxine the state of all your territories and their residents]
[Inventory: An infinite sub-space the host can access at anytime to store any number ot items]
[Shop: A multiversal shop that can be used to purchase items with gold gained from killing monsters]
[Dungeons: A place to train soldiers, summons, and yourself to gain experience and gold]
[Summoning: Summon champions by your side using gold gained from dungeons]
"Show me my status,"
Name: Alaric Valebryn
Age: 19
Race: 100%-Human
Title: Duke of Whitehill
Class: Low-Noble[+15% Loyalty among followers][Lv.1/100]
Sub-Classes: None
LV: 1/100
HP: 100/100 ( HP recovery 10 per minute)
MP: 1000/1000 ( MP recovery 100 per minute)
Blessings:
STR: 10
AGI: 10
VIT: 10
DEF: 10
DEX: 10
WIS: 10
INT: 10
WIL: 10
CHR: 10
Active Skill: None
Passive Skills: None
Equipment: None
"Well, that's not much to go off of...but I can find a way to make it work," Alaric spoke as he looked over all his stats
[Yes thats why the host was given a starter pack]
"A starter pack, well, open it," Alaric said quickly
[Opening starter pack]
[Rewards: +5 Skills/+5000 gold/+ 1 Heirloom Creation/+1 Blessing]
"Well, now we are talking. I can really work with this."