The game shut down, but I never logged out. On New Year's Eve, in Nazarick's Throne Room, there was an unlucky soul who had stayed behind besides the guildmaster, Momonga, staring blankly at the guild flag. Gregory... the guild's forty-first member, and the ace legal counsel of a ruthless corporation. He was best at combining legality with making sure you were thoroughly screwed. One second before the servers went down, he was a wage slave, bullied by his boss until he wanted to sue the entire world. The next second, he blinked and became an "Supreme Being" with six black wings and the power to tear angels apart with his bare hands.
"What's our next goal?"
"Conquer the world."
"Wrong. We need to turn the other world into a subsidiary owned by Nazarick."
Albedo's eyes burned with fervor. "Lord Ainz, I am willing to offer you this entire world!"
Yulia handed him a document. "Lord Gregory, here's all the dirt you asked for on the enemy."
Nearby, Demiurge pushed up his glasses and sighed in admiration. "The two Supreme Beings' far-sighted plans... truly flawless!"
Remember, we're not villains. We're just pretty good at... drafting disclaimers.
