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Draft for chapter1:

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Harry woke up one day in the middle of the night, in his head were memories of a certain corporate slave from a distopian future.

'Wait, am I realy the bullied boy who somehow got the corporate slave's memories, or am I the corporate slave who somehow got inside the body of the bullied boy?' He thought. 'Wait. Why do I feel like I am supposed to be the skeleton necromancer the corporate slave played as???'

Driven by curiosity, Harry/Momonga tryed to cast [greater teleportation] to get out of his cupboard under the stairs and onto the house's roof.

Surprisingly, it worked.

Not only that, but Harry/Momonga noticed he casted such spell without the usage of a console like the corporate slave used.

It seemed as he was truly the necromancer skeleton Momonga, who somehow found himself in the body of a young bullied boy, and also somehow had the memories of a corporate slave who (somehow) created(???) him as his... game avatar???

Yeah, the world sure ain't making sense anymore...

Momonga decided to run a scan on his new body and casted an inspection spell onto himself.

The results were mighty odd.

The scan picked up young Harry's body as expected(even if there were abnormalities he would need to address at a later time, such as his malnourishment and a soul fragment of someone he did not recognize. 'Isen't it crowded enought in this body as is?!' He thought), but it also picked up his skeleton body. It was like the two were overlaped, occupying the same space at the same time.

Momonga opened his [inventory](pleased to see that all of his possessions were all there, including the gear he was wearing before the surprise transmigration), and took out a mirror to see his reflection. All he saw in the mirror was young Harry, no skeleton in sight.

'So am I human or an undead? At first glance I am human, but the spell claims I am both. How is this even possible? Am I still weak to fire and holy damage or not? Do I still possess my racial abilities or not? I need to test this ASAP.'

Momonga stripped out of Harry's horrible clothes and put on his usual gear, after checking himself out in the mirror and making sure the [size adjustment] enchantments were working properly, he then stored the mirror back into [inventory] and casted [fly] on himself.

That night, Momonga left the Dursleys' house never to return, he flew away in search of somewhere isolated to conduct the tests he needed, but he did not leave before burning the house to the ground as retribution for young Harry.

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Draft for chapter2:

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Momonga found an uninhabited forest after much searching, he then landed and proceeded to take care of his new body's afflictions.

The first thing to go was the weird soul fragment, a simple [true death] spell targeted at it did the trick. Of course, Momonga also made sure such spell would not harm young Harry's body in anyway, the items his new body was wearing were more then capable of blocking such a spell in case something went wrong.

Next, Momonga gulped a variety of potions to cure status alignments, ridding his new body of any curses, scrying anchors, diseases, deformations, etc. The malnourishment, broken bones that were never properly healed and bad eyesight that plagued Harry his entire life were also gone in this stage.

Momonga then gulped a healing potion as a finish before casting the inspection spell again. His new body was now in perfect condition.

"I wonder..." Momonga muttered.

Momonga used his [inventory] again and took out some [experience crystal].

When consumed, these items give some experience points. For a max level beeing like Momonga, they had no much use, but for a weak child like Harry...

Momonga proceeded to consume enought crystals to boost a level 90 to max level, but felt nothing diferent.

Another magical scan confirmed that his level did not change.

'Pity. Harry's body is Momonga's body now, and Momonga is max level, therefore Harry's body is also already max level. No exploit to go over level max to be found here.' Momonga thought sad.

After fixing his new body, Momonga tested out some of his spells, and was pleased to see them all working

'Harry's body also has mana, however it is of a diferent kind and cannot be used for the spells Momonga use. *sigh* This duality of beeing 2 beeings but 1 beeing at the same time is giving me a headache.'

Just then, an owl apeared, flying straight at Momonga.

The owl dropped a letter into Momonga's hand and then landed on a nearby branch.

Who the letter was adressed to was hard to decipher, as the names of Harry, Momonga and the corporate slave were all written over each other in a spaghetti of lines. The part where it stated the forest's address however, was clear to see.

"Oh, right. My mistake. I am NOT 1 but 2 beeings at once." Momonga said with an eary calm while looking at the letter. "I am actualy 1, but 2, but 3 beeings, all at once!" Momonga then exploded in anger. He followed by angrily pointing at the owl "AND HOW THE HELL DID YOU FIND ME?! I SHOULD BE IMMUNE TO SCRYING!!!"

The owl shrugged, as if understanding Momonga's words and saying it was no big deal.

With a tick mark on his forehead, Momonga used the inspection spell on the owl.

He discovered the owl was a magical breed of barn owl, these magical counterparts to normal owl breeds were even more common then their non-magical siblings, and they are frequently used as pets to wizards, as they make a great mail system due to their inate abilities to find anyone they want whenever they want while bypass all forms of anti-scrying while at it.

"Too broken devs, please nerf!" Momonga mutters. "This is just absurd! You are telling me that someone can just mail someone else a bomb, not even knowing where their target is, and the bomb will get to the target without fail?!"

Momonga was just gobsmacked. 'These [magic owls] are supposed to be incredibly common! If you wanted to know someone's location, you just had to either follow the owl or put a tracker on it, and no anti-scrying would save your target! The best that could be done to defend oneself against these owls, is to shoot them out of the sky before they reach their mark! And even then, if one diden't know they were coming and from where, the best case scenario would be to happen to see the bird approaching in the horizon, and hoping the blast radious won't be big enought to reach you once the bird is shot down. The fact that one won't ever know if the package is malicious or not and the fact that the birds are mostly used for simple mail instead of warfare, just makes everything even more dangerous! As people's guards will not likely be up against such a threat!'

Once he was done with his musings, Momonga remembered the letter in his hand, the letter the OWL had brought.

Momonga trew the letter away from himself and prepared for combat, much to the owl's aparent confusion.

With a [reality slash] spell ready on one hand, Momonga first scryed himself with his other hand to make sure he got no debuffs from touching the letter, after making sure he was clean, he then scryed the letter(he had already scryed the owl earlier and it had been clean of any tracking magic).

After the scrying confirm the letter was not malicious and the sole spells in it were to automaticaly fill the letter's billing address(the letter was mass produced, and sent to multiple people, most of it's content was just copied and pasted, such a spell to auto-fill the address was just to make things more convenient for the one who wrote the letter) and a spell to warn the sender if the letter failed to be red by the intended pearson(again, nothing malicious), Momonga calmed down a bit, even if he still had his guard up in case of beeing surrounded.

Picking up the letter from the ground, Momonga opened and red it. It was a letter of acceptance to a school that thought magic.

Momonga frowned at that.

He was in Harry's world right now, and the boy always thought of magic as a mith. Sure, the boy's body having an unknown form of mana, the presence of an unknown's soul fragment in his forehead, the presence of the owl right now that his scrying clearly confirmed to be of magical origin... all those things pointed to magic beeing real in this world. Even if the Dursleys clearly wanted the boy to think otherwise now that Momonga thought about it while remembering Harry's memories...

'Now that I think about it, WHY did they even want Harry to think magic was not real? To torture him further? Why did that family even hate Harry so much in the first place???

Anyway, the important part is that Harry never tried for a magic school, as he did not know magic was real in the first place. The boy had no knowledge of a school called "hogwarts", so how did he ever get accepted into it?

The Dursleys were the only ones with authority to enroll young Harry there, but with how much they went out of their way just to make sure the boy thought magic was not a thing? Yeah... that option is very much off the table.' Momonga thought bitterly.

"The only family Harry ever knew was the Dursleys, it is highly unlikely that he has anyone else that could have enrolled him there." Momonga muttered, still trying to understand the situation. "Actually, even IF he had any other family, they would not have the authority to enroll him into a school, only the Dursleys had that power..."

Noticing he was going nowhere, Momonga shook his head and red the letter again.

'Maybe I should become a student there? More power never hurts, and an entire new magic system is a VERY enticing offer, besides, it is not like I have much to do with my life right now...' Momonga's thoughts took a dark turn.

The corporate slave's life was playing the game [yggdrasil], he worked to get money to sustain his body so he could continue to play the game, that was his reason to live. Momonga was pretty much the same, sole diference beeing that he was living in [yggdrasil] 24/7. Young Harry diden't even had that much going for him as a reason to live, the boy probably never attempted suicide simply because it never occurred to him that he had the option to just stop living.

'In short, before this option of becoming a student of this magic school showed up, i had nothing to do. After finishing testing out my magic, I would have probably just waited until I starved to death. It is not like I can play [yggdrasil] in this world. Yeah, I realy should go to hogwart-' Momonga's thoughts halted as a realization hit him. '[Yggdrasil]! It was just computer code in the world of the corporate slave! But Momonga IS real, so does that mean that the entirety of [yggdrasil] is also real?!'

Momonga attempted to teleport to nazaric in [yggdrasil] with a [gate] spell.

The spell failed. But this diden't impair Momonga's entusiasm, if anything, it made him even more excited.

The reason for the excitement beeing that the spell failed not due to "the targeted location not EXISTING" or "the spell not FINDING the targeted location", but it failed because "the targeted location was TOO FAR".

That ment nazaric and [yggdrasil] did in fact exist, Momonga just coulden't get there just yet because his spell was too weak.

The main issue now was that [gate] was the best teleportation spell in the world of [yggdrasil], [gate] was very much the spell one would want to use to go to another world.

'I won't be able to go to [yggdrasil] using it's magic system, but would you look at that, an opportunity to learn an entirely NEW magic system just dropped onto my lap!'

Momonga started to laugh maniacly, much to the owl's disconfort.

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Draft for chapter3:

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Once Momonga calmed down, he red the letter again, looking for the school's adress.

That was when he ran into a problem.

The way the letter was worded seemed to assume that the reader already knew the school's location, it stated the day the student was supposed to show up to start classes(september 1st) and a list of school supplies, but nothing else.

The school supplies were also magical in nature and Harry had no clue on where to buy them as he never knew of magic's existence.

'Also, the letter only says I should be there on September 1st, it does not mention the time... I have no clue is I should be there early in the morning, in the middle of the afternoon or late at night. Who the f*ck wrote this s*it?!' Momonga glared at the letter.

It looked like a prank, but Momonga's scrying spell on the letter had confirmed that it was a legitimate document and not a prank.

"Whoever wrote this letter should be fired." Momonga grumbled. He then adressed the owl that had still not flown away. "You are waiting for me to write a reply back so you can send it, is that correct?"

The owl nodded.

"I am afraid it will be a long letter to write, here..." Momonga opened his [inventory] again and took out some food he believed would be safe for the bird to consume "have some food in the meantime as an apology for making you wait."

After today and for the rest of the week, that owl would make all magic detection sensors within 1 kilometer of it go crazy. And no one would ever understand why such "malfunctions" occurred.

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Seeing the owl happy with the food provided, Momonga started his letter. He confirmed his desire to enroll in hogwarts, but also filed a formal complaint to whoever wrote the letter, calling out their unprofessionalism in having let out such important information from the letter, stating that he himself knew not of the school's adress and therefore had no way to get there, he also requested indications for where to buy his school supplies as he was unfamiliar with magic. This last bit would also be a bait, as if they asked why Momonga had tried for a magic school if he was unfamiliar with magic, he could use it as an opening to figure out who HAD enrolled him there.

Momonga signed the letter as "Harry Potter", as even if the acceptance letter had his 3 names written on top of each other, it was obviously originally ment for Harry, as Momonga and the corporate slave had not even been in this world for whole 24 hours yet, and had similarly not interacted with anyone in this world just yet. The auto fill spell for the name of the pearson the letter was adressed to, likely went haywire with Momonga's "3 pearsons in 1" thing going on, and that was why all his names go written together.

"Wait..." Momonga looked at the owl "I understand YOU bypassing anti-scrying magic, but how come this piece of paper knew my names?!"

The owl shrugged again and Momonga felt like he wanted to cry.

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Draft for chapter4:

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After the owl flew away with Momonga's reply to the aceptance letter, he cast an illusion on his clothes to make them look like a normal set of shirt, pants and shoes, just to look normal if someone decided to spy on him with those absurd anti-scrying bypassing magics.

Then he sat down under a tree to wait for the owl to return.

While he was waiting, he attempted to use the [message] spell to contact Albedo in nazaric. Considering [gate] was out of range, Momonga had little to no hope that [message] would work, but he coulden't bring himself to NOT try it.

He was VERY pleasantly surprised when [message] DID work.

"Momonga-sama," Albedo's voice was heard in his head "what is your command for this lowly one?"

Momonga was a bit weirded out at first, as the corporate slave had never heard any of the npcs' voices, and [message] also was supposed to open a text chat window instead of a voice call, but the skeleton Momonga had heard his subordinates voices many times so he quickly recovered.

"Albedo, I somehow found myself in a most unusual situation..." Momonga started but Albedo chimed in.

"Momonga-sama, what happened to your voice? Are you alright?! Also, who are the other 2 I sense with you?"

"So that is how it feels in your senses? Interesting... As for your question, the other 2 are also me. I do not understand how or why, but I found myself merged with those 2 others. I still seem to have all my powers, spells, levels, etc, however the body I am inhabiting is of a young human boy named "Harry Potter", I also have all memories of young Harry and the other one, a corporate slave named "Suzuki Satoru". The merge was so perfect that I do not have other people in my head, they are all me, I am as much Momonga as I am Harry and Satoru, even the inspection spell I casted on myself stated I was both one single beeing and multiple at the same time, even if I don't understand how one can be both living and undead at the same time."

"Did someone do this to you?" Albedo's tone turned dangerous.

"Unknown." Momonga replied. "We all come from separate universes, each with their own natural laws but none of these 3 universes SHOULD have all this power, even if I want to investigate the magic of the universe I am at more thoroughly... Anyway, the other 2 had no acess to magic prior to becoming me, heck! They even thought of magic as fiction!" Momonga laughed "I have ALL of their memories, so I can testify for them and say that they also have not a clue about the merger. The most suspicious event that had happened, the thing I believe most likely to be linked to this merger in any way no matter how small, would be [yggdrasil]'s [shutdown], as it was an event that coincided in both Momonga's and Satoru's universes, even if vastily diferent. But even then, young Harry had NO connection to [yggdrasil], to the point of not knowing of it's existence, and even IF the corporate slave knew of a VERSION of [yggdrasil], his universe is very much INCAPABLE of beeing physically impacted by anything that happens in [yggdrasil] no matter what."

"[Shutdown]?" Albedo asked confused.

"How should i explain?..." Momonga paused for a second. "Think of all of [yggdrasil]'s existence as beeing a story written in a [book]. The [players] have minor abilities to write uppon this [book], [npc]s like you are created this way, we write down the [npc]'s height, hair color, race, gender, their history, etc. Again, we [players] are LIMITED in what we can write, very much so. The ones we call [developers], or [devs] for short, are the only ones who can write and UNwrite everything they wish."

"But you are a [supreme beeing], not a [player]. Does that mean you are not as restricted?"

"I am very much a [player] Albedo, [supreme beeing] is a classification you and the other [npcs] made up to refer to the [players] members of our guild, we have all always been [players]."

Albedo gasped at that. Must have been quite a revelation to her.

"Getting back on topic." Momonga continued "The [shutdown] of [yggdrasil] ment that the [devs] decided that [yggdrasil]'s continued existence was more trouble then it was worth, and therefore, they would erase everything ever written in this [book]."

Abedo gasped again.

"It would very much be the end of everything, from the more substancial things such as [items] and [entities], to the more abstract ones such as [movement] and [gravity]. We players were forewarned by the [devs] a couple of months ago. I invited all of [ainz ooal gown]'s [player] members to gather at [nazaric] at the date, so we could say our goodbyes to [yggdrasil] and [nazaric] together."

Momonga paused.

Satoru's viewpoint in this matter was very different from Momonga's. The [devs] were these beeings of unfathomable power for Momonga, while for Satoru they were just workers of the entreteriment business! [Log outs] are even more absurd from Momonga's perspective...

"When will this event happen?" Albedo asked in a serious tone, pulling Momonga out of his thoughts. "I may be misunderstanding, but although I and the rest of [nazaric] are still here, you speak as if the shutdown has already happened."

"True, the [shutdown]'s date has already passed, the reason I believe the [shutdown] has something to do with my current situation, is simply because of sheer timing! the merger happened at the exact moment everything was supposed to be erased, for both me and Satoru... Now that I think about it, how am I even talking to you right now?!" Momonga wondered. "You should also have been deleted by the [shutdown]... Maybe I am talking to a past version of you? What is the current date and time from your perspective Albedo?"

Albedo stated her current date and time.

"That is indeed NOT a past you, it is the same perspective as me. The [shutdown] was to be had last midnight. Maybe the [devs] changed their mind about it?..." Momonga scratched his head in confusion. "Any chance you managed to witness the moment I vanished?"

"I did, it felt as if you had [logged out] and I blinked and missed it, only that I did not blink at the time."

"A clue we can't discern much about, but a clue nonetheless."

"So, these [devs] are to blame for your merger?"

"Doubtful." Momonga shook his head. "The [devs] are powerful to the point that [world itens] such as [Five Elements Overcoming], [Ouroboros] and [Caloric Stone], work by requesting things from the [devs], and they can very much reject this request! But even then, I doubt the [devs] have enough power to interact with universes that are not their own, Satoru's and Harry's universes most definitively are out of [yggdrasil]'s [devs]' reaches."

"...Should I send you some backup?"

"No, I am afraid even [gate] can't reach [yggdrasil] from where I am at. I am very much stranded here."

Momonga continued to chat with Albedo, explaining his situation, the diference between the universe of [yggdrasil], Satoru's universe and Harry's universe, he then told Albedo about his invitation to a magic school and his plan to study this alien magic in hopes of finding a way back to [yggdrasil].(A/N: the info-dump was getting boring as hell, so I am cutting it short here)

After chatting for hours non-stop, Momonga finaly decided to end the call, leaving Albedo with orders to explain his situation to the other inhabitants of [nazaric], and to have them try and researsh a new transportation spell with more range then even [gate].

Once the call ended, Momonga realised he had none of the local money to pay for school supplies, so he casted[create greater item] to make multiple gold rings, earrings and accessories, he then put it all in his pockets, cast an illusion to make him look older and then left the forest to walk arround london until he found a pawn shop.

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Draft for chapter5:

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Once he got enough money, Momonga went back to his spot in the woods

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Wow, this thing nearly wrote itself, over 4 000 words! I am just gobsmacked

I am unsure if i will make nazaric be at the new world or not, but it will probably still be at yggdrasil

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My phone's dictionary now finally includes the english language! So spelling mistakes will finally be a bit minimized!(autocorrect is still off and the dictionary automatically added my wrongly spelled words for years now, so sadly misspelling can very much still happen)

Venting ahead: my old phone developed batery problems, but since it was crazy old and my apps were not supporting the device anymore, i asked for a new phone for my birthday instead of just a new battery, my dad then bought a new phone FOR HIMSELF and gave me his old one, that had also batery problems ON TOP of a bad touchscreen! So i had to use my christmas present to get a new screen and now i am back to square 1 *eye twitches*. Anyway, the phone is a BIT newer, so at least i can use my apps again, but i am still mad about it!

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Back to talking about the fic: mc will be immune to insta-kill effects, such as avada kedavra and the basilisk's gaze

Mc will empty his coffers in gringots on top of exanging muggle money for wizarding currency, it will take days of going back and forth between selling created gold to muggle pawnshops and shopping in diagon alley, but by the end he will have bought most of diagon alley's stock of itens