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From Beyond the World Tree Chapter 7 preview
🕑 Added 2020-03-29 23:01:12 +0000 UTCHow are you guys doing? This is my first time posting a preview of a chapter. Although, I must be honest with you guys. I am upset with this chapter because the other guy kept insisting on the gender bent undead... they literally don't count and does not relate with the structural theme of Overlord, even if Momonga is tainted by the DxD universe. I might make a poll on this later on because I am very demoralized as of right now, and I feel as if I am losing all control over this story because Zaralann is forcing his misconceptions on the Overlord half and ruining it by making the Overlord and DxD elements clash. Tell me what you think in the comments.
“You traitor.”
Momonga continued planting his face on his desk, not giving the perverts the luxury of eye contact.
“What the hell is it with you these days? How the hell did you get the Kendo Girls to fawn over you?!”
‘Go away, Evil Spirits.’ Momonga prayed in his head, trying to ignore the Perverted Duo haunting him.
“You even dug your clutches into the stubborn Murayama and shy Katase!” Motohama and Matsuda loomed over the skin-wearing skeleton as he dug his face into his arms on the desk even further.
Talking with them was tiring enough. Indulging them was an invitation to disaster.
“What do you two want this time?” Momonga asked, groaning in his arms.
“Confess how the hell you captured an entire female club for yourself.” Motohama demanded.
“I haven't done anything of the sort and I never will.” Momonga still recalled how tired he was after escaping the Kendo Club members and breaking through the surrounding crowd, and he was an untiring Undead.
“Hoh, really, Lady-Killer?” Another voice joined the conversation.
Momonga shifted, lifting his head slightly to see another girl.
She is wearing spectacles, has gold-colored eyes and lightly messy walnut-brown hair tied into braids on her right and left. From the time he has been here, he learned her name as Aika Kiryuu, the female counterpart of Matsuda.
She would usually come to them from time to time to tease him or the Perverted Duo, even though Momonga did not carry Issei’s perversion.
“You left the Kendo Club quite embarrassed with your stunt. You're the talk of the school, you know? Huhuhuhuhuhu.” Aiki placed her hand to her mouth, huffing with mischief to Momonga’s chagrin. “Murayama and Katase are as quiet as ghosts, you know? Look, look.”
She pointed at the far left, at the two girls seated far away from Momonga’s position, both of whom were bearing cheeks red as roses. They wore their regret on display, their shame palpable. Momonga could sympathize with them, but they only have themselves to blame.
“They brought it upon themselves. Is that all you're here for?” Momonga asked.
“Hmm.” Aika walked to Momonga, circling him like a vulture studying its meal. She leaned forward beside his ear and whispered an outrageous message. “Do you want to know where the peephole to the girl’s changing room is?”
“Is there why you're trying to play devil’s advocate here?” Momonga retorted instantly, looking at Aika as if she was an Imp.
“Wow, you really have lost your libido.” Aika whistled as she pulled back. “What happened to your little john down there? Did you somehow break it?”
“I'll have you know that it is intact, thank you very much.” Momonga couldn't believe the conjectures popping in her head.
“Eeeehhhh? You sure you didn't become a eunuch these days? Did your parents plan to send you to a monastery to achieve enlightenment?”
“My ‘enlightenment’ is that the world is bullshit.”
“Pfff!” Kiryu covered her mouth, stifling her laugh with puffed cheeks.
Others that heard his conversation around the classroom did the same, all caught off guard by ‘Issei’s’ humorous response.
“Kuh, huhuhuhuhu. Fine, fine, I’ll leave you alone. By the way, quick question…” Kiryu’s lips widened into a Cheshire smile.
“Is it true that you're gay?”
“ACK! KAF! KAF! KAF! ACAPH!” Momonga rose from his seat in a coughing fit, his breath knocked out by the absurdly unexpected question.
“What the hell is that?!” Momonga demanded.
“Well`, some rumors are spreading through the grapevine, you know~.” Aika widened her smile as she pushed up her glasses.
“What? What rumors?” Momonga’s right eye twitched in angst.
Who would spread slander over him right now? What the hell did he do to deserve it?
“Kuku, the rumors are quite amusing, you know? Some say that you have awakened to the wonders of BL and are in pursuit of sating your wicked desires with other boys. It's a popular trend among fujoshi, huhuhuhu. And it also explains why you didn't satiate yourself on the Kendo girls. It is the reason you didn't sic on them, right?”
“Hah?” Momonga couldn't believe his ears.
What kind of warped spiel were they spewing behind his back?
“Who the hell spread those rumors?” A vein started to pop under Momonga’s skin, growing anger boiling in his gut demanding him to strangle the ones who were responsible.
Kiryu sheepishly grinned as she pointed her finger behind him. Momonga slowly creaked his head and, when he trailed her line of sight, saw two familiar faces averting their gaze, whistling with forced nonchalance. Momonga put two and two together as he lased the two with his searing glare.
Motohama caved in first in an outburst of retort.
“Oh, come on. Yes, we did it! But how can we not spread them after seeing you getting the girls?!” He pointed his finger at Momonga.
“Do you have any idea how much pain I felt when I heard Murayama offering you her panties? I was crying blood there, you magnificent bastard!” Matsuda ground his teeth as literal tears of blood poured out of his eyes.
“That's your reason for painting me as a homo?!” Momonga retorted as he jumped from his seat.
Their shenanigans reminded him of his time with his guildmates, and Luci☆fer playing pranks on him from time to time. He wasn't sure if he should sock them for their idiocy or outright strangle them.
“Hah! That's what you get for being a womanizer!”
“Oh, that's it!” Momonga was about to jump over to them and strangle them in an arm-hold, but the door of the class opened, revealing the English teacher inside.
“Take your seats, children.” The teacher said.
Momonga stopped as he returned to his seat, his eyes still glaring at the smug perverts as he groused in his seat, quietly pulling his notebook out as the teacher started to dole his lecture.
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Draxis
I really enjoyed this story, and therefore have decided to give what I can. Thank you for the update :)
N
Personally, I think the genderbent undead is kinda...silly? It takes away from the fear factor which is Momonga’s biggest asset. It’s up to you though, ultimately.
