YGGDRASIL
A Dive Massively Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Game (DMMORPG), released in the year 2126. It quickly rose to fame for its unprecedented freedom in customization, allowing players to create unique characters, spells, items, and even build their own bases.
For over twelve years, Yggdrasil remained active, gaining a devoted player base and becoming one of the most iconic virtual worlds of its era.
But like all things, its time eventually came to an end.
On its final day, the game's shutdown was announced. At midnight, the servers were scheduled to go offline forever.
'How did this happen again?' Momonga sighed inwardly as he found himself standing inside a vast coliseum arena. In front of him stood two small Dark Elves.
One had shoulder-length, golden-yellow hair and long, pointed ears. She wore a light leather armor reinforced with dragon scales, paired with white pants and western-style shoes. A gold, glittering acorn pendant hung from her neck, and she wore gloves reinforced with plates of enhanced metal. A whip was coiled at her waist, and a longbow rested across her back.
Beside her stood the other Dark Elf—identical in height and hair color, though styled differently. His clothing was mostly the same, except he wore a short skirt, white stockings, and white gloves. In his hands, he held a white staff. Unlike the cheerful smile on the girl's face, he looked nervous and uneasy.
However, the most immediately noticeable feature was that both Dark Elves had heterochromatic eyes, one blue and the other red.
Momonga still couldn't fully process the absurd reality of the situation he was in.
His real name, Suzuki Satoru, thirty years of age. A Japanese citizen with the occupation of a salaryman. He worked a typical, soul crushing office job. Long hours, poor pay, no recognition, a lonely and harsh life.
His only escape had been Yggdrasil, a once-popular DMMORPG released in the year 2126, renowned for its freedom and immersive gameplay. In that world, he was not Satoru, he was Momonga, the powerful guildmaster of Ainz Ooal Gown.
For twelve years, Satoru logged in day after day. In that virtual world, he found something real. Meaning, joy and purpose. The bonds he formed with his guildmates became some of the most meaningful connections in his life though he hadn't realized it at the time.
The guild once had forty-one proud members. But over the years, one by one, thirty-seven had quit. Only three remained registered members, and even fewer logged in. The once-thriving stronghold of Nazarick had become a quiet monument to the past.
Eventually, the inevitable happened. An official announcement declared that Yggdrasil's servers would soon be shut down due to a steep decline in popularity. That marked the end of the game, and the unknown beginning of Suzuki Satoru's new reality.
In the final minutes before shutdown, Momonga remained logged in. Sadness weighed heavily on him, as the one thing that gave meaning to his life was about to vanish completely.
And then, at the final seconds…the countdown reached zero.
That's when it happened.
The most absurd thing occurred. Instead of being forcibly logged out, Momonga stayed. The shutdown never came. At first, he thought it was some sort of prank by the developers.
But soon, he realized something far more unbelievable.
The virtual world of Yggdrasil had… come to life. Or more accurately, Momonga himself had become real.
He confirmed it through simple but undeniable signs. He could speak audibly from his mouth, even though he had neither a tongue nor a throat. He could smell the air through nostrils, despite having no windpipe or lungs. And most shocking of all, the NPCs… had come to life.
However, there was one important detail to note. Although he had become real, the place he was in didn't seem to be Yggdrasil anymore.
Based on the information he received from Sebas, the landscape surrounding the Tomb was different from how it had been in the game. Originally, it had been bordered by a poisonous swamp inhabited by frog-like demi-humans. Now, it was surrounded by open plains.
It gave Momonga quite the headache to process everything and figure out what to do next. But eventually, he realized he couldn't just sit idly by and wait for the unknown.
At present, he stood on the sixth floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, the floor guarded by the two Dark Elves in front of him. Aura and Mare Bello Fiore, twin siblings
Strangely enough, Aura was the older sister, yet wore clothes more suited for males, while Mare, the younger brother, wore clothes more suited for females, a rather questionable dynamic.
Right now, Momonga was waiting for the other floor guardians to arrive, as he had requested Albedo to summon them to meet him here, at the coliseum on the sixth floor, where he stood at this very moment.
Albedo, a succubus, was the Overseer of all the Floor Guardians.
"Oya~ am I the first to arrive?"
The tone was almost playful, but the voice sounded like from a young woman.
A door seemed to have formed over the ground from which a person emerged from it.
It was a small person of a height of 140 cm. She has long silver hair that was tied up into a ponytail that descended from one side of her head, topped with an oversized black and crimson striped bow that adds a dramatic touch to her head. Her eyes glowed red, and her pale skin enhances the otherworldly vibe she gives off. Her expression is playful yet dangerous, with a sly smirk that flashed at the corner of her mouth.
But what truly draws immediate attention is her clothing, which perfectly outlines her strikingly curvaceous and erotic figure, enough to let anyone's imagination run wild.
She wears a tight-fitting, elegant gothic dress made of a glossy, dark material that reflects the surrounding light. The outfit features long sleeves with crimson ruffled trim at the cuffs and neckline, adding a refined yet seductive touch. Her medium sized milky breasts is emphasized by the snug fit and the ruffled trim that frames her chest, enhancing her alluring presence. The glossy fabric clings to her body, further highlighting her voluptuous form. Her narrow waist contrasts beautifully with her meaty, thick thighs, creating an hourglass shape. Her behind is just as pronounced, her huge, tight, bubbly butt is, round, full, and boldly outlined by the reflective surface of her skirt, that would make anyone have the urge to pant his face right through it.
She looked to be fourteen years old, her youthful appearance combined the qualities of cuteness and beauty in a single fitting.
However, her outrageous erotic proportions betrayed any of the childlike manner.
"Weren't you told not use Gate in Nazarik? We are warded against teleportation, after all. You should be able to walk here, so shouldn't you have come on foot, Shalltear?"
The annoyed voice sounded from beside Momonga. Aura, once cheerful and brimming with confidence, now looked visibly irritated, her eyes brimming with hostility.
The one who had arrived through the highest tier of teleportation magic was Shalltear, one of Nazarick's Floor Guardians.
Shalltear didn't even bother to glance at Aura, ignoring her completely like some irrelevant nuisance. Instead, she advanced straight toward Momonga. With each step she took, her ample breasts swayed in unison, while her huge, tight, bubbly butt jiggled and bounced beneath her tight-fitting, glossy dress. The movement of her rear was so clear that the curves of her butt crack folds visibly parted and pressed back together with every slight shift, creating faint, muffled claps as soft contact occurred. The tightness of her outfit absorbed most of the sound, but the motion was captivating and bewitching.
A mature, pure feminine scent mixed with a faint trace of perfume drifted through the air.
"Something stinks." Aura spat as her nostrils was invaded by something she deemed as unpleasant. "Don't tell me you started rotting because you're undead?"
"Isn't that quite disrespectful?" Shalltear frowned. "Momonga-sama is also an undead."
"Hah? What nonsense are you talking about, Shalltear? Momonga-sama is more like a super undead, or godly undead."
Shalltear chose not to continue the argument and turned her gaze back toward Momonga.
"Ah~ such presence~ such majesty~. I would expect nothing less from the Supreme Leader himself~" Shalltear moaned, cupping her flushed cheeks with both hands. Her glossy lips parted, revealing her long moist tongue, which slithered out as if it had a life of its own, tracing across her plump lips.
Momonga was baffled by Shalltear's reaction as he hadn't expected her to behave like this. Though, in hindsight, perhaps she should have. After all, it was his comrade Peroroncino who had designed her.
Her personality was a direct reflection of Peroroncino's love for H-games, something he had proudly and openly declared as his life's passion.
Shalltear Bloodfallen was the product of such an individual, and her character design was full of nods and references to various H-games.
She was a True Vampire, and the Guardian of the First to Third Floors of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
Yet, being faced with this kind of reaction from such a beautiful girl left Momonga completely unsure of how to respond, especially given that he had zero experience when it came to dealing with women.
"Disgusting, showing such disgrace in front of Momonga-sama." Aura growled, her voice laced with irritation. She was clearly displeased by how Shalltear was acting, like a complete pervert before the Supreme One.
"Ara~ Are you still here, shorty? I couldn't see you, so I thought you were gone." Shalltear mocked, a mischievous smile curling on her lips.
**Aura's** face twitched uncontrollably at the insult, but Shalltear didn't stop there.
"Are you perhaps jealous that you don't possess the same charm as me?" Shalltear lowered her head slightly, a sly smirk playing across her lips.
"Hah? Why would I ever be jealous of you?" Aura snapped.
"Well, isn't it obvious?" Shalltear snickered. "You don't look like a female at all."
"What do you mean by that?" Aura clenched her fists in frustration, already getting a sense of exactly what Shalltear was implying.
"What, you want me to spit it out for you?" Shalltear trailed her fingers over her glossy, smiling lips.
"A female such as yourself, yet... you don't even have the proportions to be one." Shalltear stepped in front of Aura, standing close with a mocking smirk.
"For example, your breasts." She raised her right hand, placing a finger on Aura's chest. Her other arm pushed up from beneath her own cleavage, pressing them together as she leaned slightly forward. Her tight, perfect ass stuck out behind her, the thick soft folds parting slightly. Her smile widened, eyes half-lidded, gleaming with playful cruelty.
"They're as flat as a wall." She said, watching Aura's face scrunch with anger.
"And your behind? Nothing there either." Shalltear tilted her head as she glanced at Aura's backside, just as unimpressive.
"Not to mention the way you dress. It makes you look like a man. Even your face doesn't have the charm a woman like me naturally holds." She snickered, sizing Aura up and down, savoring the furious glare being thrown at her.
"So yes, you're jealous of me. Why?" Shalltear tilted her head with a teasing tone. Aura stayed silent, unable to counter anything she said.
"Well, just look at the reality of it. Every woman wants a beautiful appearance. But for you? That's nothing more than a far-fetched dream." Shalltear's eyebrows lifted as a wide, taunting smile curled across her sexy lips.
"You wish you had my breasts." She said, crossing her arms under her plump chest, pushing them up as she straightened her posture. Her tits bulged out proudly as Aura's eyes flared with rage and just a tinge of jealousy.
"You wish you had my huge ass." Shalltear's face beamed with pride as she did a slow, controlled 360-degree spin. Her massive butt jiggled, bounced, and clapped softly with the motion, making Aura's eyes and ears twitch.
"In fact, you wish you had my whole body, my entire appearance." Her voice dropped into a sultry, slutty tone as her soft jade hands slowly traced over every inch of her curves, in a way that would make any man kill just to witness it for just a glimpse of a second.
"Am I right, flatty?" Shalltear finished, stepping in so close that her breasts pressed right into Aura's chest. Her crimson eyes burned with provocation and mockery as she stared directly into Aura's gloomy, darkened expression.
"You... you slutty bitch." Aura muttered through clenched teeth, locking eyes with Shalltear's daring, provocative gaze.
Momonga stood off to the side, completely speechless as he listened to Shalltear's one-sided, shameless argument. If anything, this just served as a reminder of how Peroroncino had designed her, to perfectly embody the characteristics of a character straight out of an H-game.
"What. A. Ruckus."
A strange, inhuman, and monotonous voice suddenly echoed through the arena, silencing both Shalltear and Aura, and drawing Momonga's attention.
Turning toward the source of the voice, Momonga saw a heteromorphic being shrouded in chilled air.
It was an insectoid warrior with an icy blue chitinous body that resembled a suit of living armor. Standing at a towering 250 cm, its appearance blended elements of both a mantis and an ant, with four muscular arms ending in razor-sharp claws. Its powerful mandibles looked capable of severing a man's arm in a single bite.
A long tail, twice the length of its body, extended behind it, covered in sharp, icicle-like spikes.
In two of its hands, it gripped a platinum halberd, while the other two held a masterfully crafted mace wreathed in black aura and a gnarled-looking broadsword.
The air around it froze from the sheer intensity of the cold aura it emitted. Its exoskeleton, a dull blue, sparkled faintly like diamond dust. Protrusions resembling icebergs jutted from its back and shoulders.
This was the Guardian of the Fifth Floor, Cocytus, the Ruler of Glaciers.
The hilt of his halberd slammed into the arena floor with a deep, resonating thud. The ground around it instantly began to freeze.
"You. Stand. Before. A. Supreme. Being. Contain. Yourself."
Momonga silently thanked Cocytus in his heart. The situation had been getting out of hand, and he hadn't known how to step in. But unfortunately, it didn't seem like that was the end of it.
"I was just giving a reality check to flatty over here." Shalltear snickered.
"Huh?! Since when do your words define reality?!" Aura shouted, her voice rising as her frustration boiled over. She couldn't remain calm after being ridiculed like that without being able to properly respond, and it infuriated her.
"Oya~ Is flatty about to cry?" Shalltear continued, neither stopping nor backing down. She was clearly enjoying herself, taking pleasure in getting reactions out of Aura.
"Shalltear, Aura… You two… Enough." Momonga finally intervened, realizing the squabble wouldn't end unless he stepped in.
"Apologies, Momonga-sama!" Both of them said in unison, instantly stopping their quarrel and distancing themselves from each other.
Momonga accepted their apologies with a nod.
"Cocytus, you've come." He said, turning his attention to the newly arrived floor guardian.
"I. Came. Immediately. Upon. Receiving. Your. Summons. Momonga-sama." The water vapor in the air crackled and froze as it made contact with the cold white mist puffing from Cocytus's mouth with each word.
The terrifying temperature Cocytus emitted was every bit as frigid as the Primal Fire Elemental was hot. Anyone without resistance standing nearby would suffer from the extreme cold and could even risk frostbite.
However, Momonga felt nothing. The same was true for everyone present, as all of them had resistance to fire, cold, and acid attacks, or possessed other ways to deal with such hazards.
'A warrior persona, is it?' Momonga observed Cocytus thoughtfully. Even though it wasn't too obvious from his appearance alone, Cocytus had been designed to embody the quintessential warrior in personality, body, and mind. From a weapon-user's perspective, his offensive capabilities were considered the strongest within the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick.
"Thank you for your service." Momonga said, feeling it appropriate to express gratitude toward someone who was always ready for combat.
"There. Is. No. Need. To. Thank. Me. My. Lord. It. Is. My. Duty. To. Obey. Your. Every. Command." Cocytus replied, refusing Momonga's thanks as he didn't feel worthy of such praise.
"It. Seems. That. Demiurge. And. Albedo. Have. Arrived."
Momonga turned toward the direction Cocytus was looking, toward the entrance of the coliseum.
There, two figures appeared.
Leading the way was Albedo, followed closely by a man walking behind her like a subordinate.
That man was Demiurge, the Creator of the Blazing Inferno.
He was the Guardian of the Seventh Floor, designed as the defense commander of Nazarick's NPCs.
Standing around 180 cm tall, he had dark skin and neatly combed jet-black hair. His gentlemanly appearance was further accentuated by a pair of pince-nez glasses resting on his nose. He wore a Western-style suit complete with a matching tie. A long, silver tail, armored with metal plates, extended behind him, ending in six long, pointed spikes.
However, despite his refined appearance, there was no mistaking the malevolent air that surrounded him.
The other figure, as mentioned, was Albedo. Now that she was approaching, her figure became much clearer and more easily taken in from the distance.
She had a striking and seductive appearance, with long, flowing dark hair, curved white horns, and confident, half-lidded yellow eyes with black slitted pupils that complemented her sultry, temptress smile. Black feathered wings spread gracefully from her back, framing her form, while a pair of long silky, pure white gloves covered her smooth, creamy hands.
Her tight, glossy white bodysuit was adorned with elegant gold trim, crafted to flaunt her exaggerated, erotic hourglass figure. Across her chest, a semi-transparent section revealed the deep, tantalizing cleavage of her large, heavy milky breasts, larger even than Shalltear's. A golden lattice framed them seductively, and faintly visible through the sheer fabric were the soft outlines of her pink nipples, adding a subtle but undeniable allure.
Her wide hips were thick, soft, and meaty, emphasized by the high-cut design of the suit, which deliberately left parts of her outer thick thighs and curvy hips exposed. The glossy material hugged her body so tightly it shimmered with every movement, clinging like a second skin.
Her behind was equally captivating. While smaller than Shalltear's, her tight, juicy rear was still enormous and hypnotic. Pressed snugly against the glossy fabric, the curves of her soft tight ass were partially visible through it, with a sheen that made both the material and her plump cheeks glisten together. With every step, her rear jiggly bounced and swayed, producing a soft, rhythmic clapping sound, the result of her plush buttocks colliding and parting with each motion. The folds of her cheeks opened and closed, pressing together again in a mesmerizing rhythm, each step creating a hypnotic beat of flesh that could ensnare the mind.
The fabric clung so tightly it appeared almost transparent, as if her body's own natural heat and sweet sweat had turned the suit into a slick, see-through film, highlighting every seductive curve and swell of her divine form.
Once she got close enough, Albedo directed a bright smile toward Momonga and bowed deeply.
"Forgive me for keeping everyone waiting." Demiurge said as he bowed in apology.
"Momonga-sama, there are still two more individuals who have not yet arrived." He continued, his resonant voice carrying a strange weight that seemed to take hold of one's body.
Demiurge's words were backed by a passive skill known as 'Command Mantra', which could instantly turn the weak-minded into puppets dancing in the palm of his hand.
However, this skill had no effect on anyone present. It was only effective on beings below level forty, so to the gathered Guardians, it simply sounded pleasant and commanding—nothing more.
"No. Those two Guardians are only to be moved under special circumstances. Therefore, there's no need to summon them at the moment." Momonga clarified, immediately understanding that Demiurge was referring to the Fourth and Eighth Floor Guardians.
"There's still one more Guardian left," Albedo's sultry, mature voice echoed. Her words made the other Guardians present frown in confusion. After all, hadn't they already accounted for all the Floor Guardians of Nazarick?
But just as confusion settled in, realization dawned on them.
There was indeed still one more Guardian left unmentioned.
The Eleventh Floor Guardian, the first NPC ever to be created within the Tomb of Nazarick.
"It seems everyone arrived before me."
A strong, firm voice rang out, drawing everyone's attention toward the entrance of the coliseum.
What entered their vision was a man, standing at a height of 210 cm. His physique was both muscular and lean, built for power and speed. Long, slightly wavy, pitch-black hair that fell like a waterfall down his back, yet it never tangled nor obscured his eyes. His chiseled, angular jawline gave him a dark, handsome appearance.
His eyes were especially striking. Crimson-red irises with rotating digital rings inside them, like a HUD effect. His jet-black, vertical slit pupils gave him an unnerving, almost unnatural aura despite his humanoid shape.
He wore a fitted, sleeveless black jacket with a high collar layered over a dark, grayish sweater. His muscular arms remained exposed, with his forearms adorned by black steel wrist guards. Black, form-fitting pants completed the ensemble, clearly designed for mobility, held in place by a prominent black belt with a large, metallic rectangular buckle.
His entire outfit that was dominated by shades of black and gray gave off a dark, battle-hardened presence.
As the other Guardians observed the man, analyzing him, Shalltear's eyes shined with a very different light.
"My apologies for being late, Momonga-sama," The man said, bowing deeply.
"Thank you for coming, Null." Momonga replied with a nod.
'So this is him.' Momonga thought, studying the man before him. Null, the Eleventh Floor Guardian, and the first NPC ever created in Nazarick. His creation dated back to the earliest days of Yggdrasil, when the Guild of Ainz Ooal Gown was still on the rise and all forty-one Supreme Beings were active.
Null had been created by a particular Supreme Being. One who had never taken the game seriously, remaining inactive for long stretches of time. Through inquiring with other members, Momonga learned that this player had been a wealthy man in the real world, and he was the very definition of pay-to-win.
What surprised Momonga most was that, despite his resources, this person hadn't formed his own guild as many players would do so in his place. Instead, he chose to join the Ainz Ooal Gown guild. The reason was simple, he didn't want to lead a guild that would inevitably die during one of his frequent, long absences. Instead, he joined a guild he believed would stay alive for a long time.
When he first joined, his level had far surpassed everyone else in the guild, including Momonga, nearly max level from the start. This was the true power of pay-to-win.
However, what frustrated Momonga most was how that player never took the game seriously. Always inactive, rarely contributing, and yet never kicked out, mainly because no one wanted to oppose one of their own guildmates.
At some point, that player became the first person to reach Level 100 in all of Yggdrasil. It was around then that Null was created.
But there was something unusual about this NPC. Unlike the other Floor Guardians who were all created at max level, Null was created at Level 5.
Strangely, his creator didn't seem to care in the slightest. He had made Null purely for fun, just a small experiment, created on a whim during one of his rare active periods.
Showing emotional attachment to an NPC would've been considered laughable to him. He was too busy enjoying his real life.
That was also the last time Momonga and the others ever saw him. The player left Yggdrasil, abandoning Null, with no reason given.
Even so, no one ever suggested deleting Null. He was, after all, the creation of one of their own. Besides, there was something inherently special about him. His race.
His type, being a Humanoid.
His race name called 'Intellectus'.
A very strange race, because as far as Momonga knew, it didn't exist in Yggdrasil at all. And Momonga had memorized every single race available in the game.
Driven by curiosity, he dug through the game's online database. After some searching, he found the answer. Hidden deep in the history category on the official site.
Intellectus, was of sentient data-beings, half-digital constructs born in the early beta tests of Yggdrasil. This race existed during the prototype phase of the game and was mostly scrapped due to being too hard to balance.
This discovery left Momonga baffled. Null was likely the only existing NPC of this race in the entire game. Since the race had been cut from the final build, there was no legitimate way for players to access it.
How had that guy created an NPC with a race that shouldn't even exist?
The only answer Momonga could come up with… money. It wouldn't be far-fetched to assume he had paid the developers directly for exclusive privileges, just another example of the overwhelming power of pay-to-win.
But the strangeness of Null didn't end there.
As time passed, Null, despite starting at Level 5, began to grow stronge, his level rising on its own. This wasn't just unusual, it was unprecedented. Not just for Momonga, but for all the Supreme Beings who witnessed it.
Curious and intrigued, they eventually assigned Null the role of defensive guard for the guild.
And, surprisingly. No, shockingly would be the more accurate word, he never died. With zero total deaths and many confirmed player kills. And with each battle, he only grew stronger, leveling up at an unnatural pace that defied everything they understood about NPCs.
This eventually led the guild members to bestow a unique title upon the NPC.
'The NPC That Learned.'
Still, Momonga had his own explanation for Null's unusual solo growth and undefeated record. It likely had to do with his deleted race, which seemed to break the very balance of the game in terms of NPC mechanics, further confirming the statement on the official site, 'Too hard to balance'.
But clearly, the developers hadn't cared about balance. They cared about money, which had allowed this NPC's existence in the first place.
Money equals special privileges.
At the very least, the NPC's traits were somewhat balanced—though there were only two.
The first was an ability. Magical Analysis, which allowed the NPC to understand, dissect, and counter enemy magic.
The second was an innate ability. Cognitive Acceleration, enabling the NPC to think like a supercomputer.
Both traits were fitting for his race.
Years passed, and as the game approached its final days, the Guild of Ainz Ooal Gown steadily dropped in the rankings, with almost all the guild members leaving one after another.
By that point, Null had reached the maximum level cap of Yggdrasil, level 100. A fact that was once again, utterly shocking.
Then, by some miracle, the creator who had long since disappeared suddenly logged in one night. He stayed for only a brief moment before logging out again, leaving behind a farewell message for Momonga, who happened to be offline at the time.
The message expressed both surprise at his NPC reaching such a level and the creator's announcement that he had transferred all his items to Null.
When Momonga read that, he nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
That guy, with all his unimaginable resources, could have donated those items to help the remaining guild members. Instead, he gave everything to an NPC.
Given how much money that guy had poured into the game, Momonga could only imagine the kind of inventory Null now carried, ranging from World Items to Divine-class gears, all handed to a non-playable character.
And it didn't end there.
The creator even announced that he had constructed a new floor in the guild, just for Null.
To expand the guild like that required an enormous sum of money, but of course, that guy was more than capable of handling it on his own.
At the very least, he was thoughtful enough to leave a farewell message.
Now, Momonga often wondered, just how many powerful items does Null have?
If Null were ever to become an enemy, the threat level would be unimaginable, considering he now possessed all the accumulated treasures of that once pay-to-win player.
Fortunately, Momonga was free from that worry.
In Yggdrasil, Null's character sheet not only showed his only two traits, but also one short personality descriptor.
Which is having Extreme Loyalty, and an unpredictable Behavior.
Beyond that.... Nothing.
It was clear his creator hadn't bothered to put much effort into fleshing him out. But at the very least, the extreme loyalty setting was a comfort to Momonga.
Because without loyalty, demise was inevitable.
Yet, unknown to Momonga, even that sparse character sheet paled in comparison to Null's true capabilities.
In addition, there was a secret no one knew, except for Null himself.
That he was a reincarnated person.
"It is my deepest honor to be addressed by the Supreme One." Null said as he straightened up, offering a small smile.
"Though, it seems I'm not the last one to arrive." His voice echoed through the air, calm yet ssharp. His crimson eyes narrowed as he noticed that two Floor Guardians were still missing.
A sudden, dangerous shift in the atmosphere around which made everyone present feel it.
"Momonga-sama, were they informed?" Null asked, turning to face him. His smile vanished, and his gaze turned ice-cold, sharp enough to make time itself seem to freeze.
'Waaa, This guy's way scarier than I imagined!' Momonga screamed internally, clearly startled by the sudden mood change. The cold intensity in Null's eyes weighed heavily on him. But before his emotions could get the best of him, his undead passive skill activated. A green glow invisible to others flashed on his skeletal structure for a moment, calming him down.
"No. I specifically instructed Albedo that the Fourth and Eighth Floor Guardians are to be moved only under special circumstances," Momonga clarified firmly.
"I understand. I apologize for my misunderstanding." Null said, his cold gaze softening. A small smile returned to his lips, and the oppressive air around him seemed to dissipate.
"Then, since everyone is present, let us pledge our loyalty to the Supreme One." Albedo announced, her voice carrying authority and devotion.
Before Momonga could say a word, all the Guardians lined up before him.
Albedo stood at the front, while the other Guardians formed an orderly line behind her. Every one of them wore serious, respectful expressions, fully understanding the importance of this moment.
"Shalltear Bloodfallen, Guardian of the First, Second, and Third Floors, presents herself to the Master." Shalltear, standing at one end of the line, stepped forward.
She dropped to one knee, placing a hand over her full chest and bowing deeply. The movement caused the fabric of her tight outfit to hug even more tightly against her huge, sexy butt, the material pressing firmly between her ass crack folds, which were spread apart due to the position she was in. This outlined her puffy, warm pussy, from where visible hot steam seemed to rise, marking a thick, small wet stain on the dark fabric.
But that wasn't all.
Another specific part, just above her vagina, nestled between her spread, juicy folds, was also emitting visible steam through the fabric. It was, without a doubt, her erotic, puffed-up, bottomless asshole. Though not visible to the naked eye, if one were to look closely through those meaty deep folds, he would witness the most enchanting and beautiful sight of his life. A large, slick, wet stain formed right on the fabric above Shalltear's asshole, where bridges of thick, slimy transparent fluids stretched from one fold to another, releasing hot steams.
Though at the moment, Shalltear was neither aroused nor in heat. There was a reason for the thick pumping wetness, but for now, it remained unknown.
One would need to personally explore deeper to uncover the true cause.
"Cocytus, Guardian of the Fifth Floor, presents himself to the Master." Cocytus declared in his deep, fragmented tone.
After speaking, he stepped forward and knelt before Momonga, just as Shalltear had done.
Next came the turn of the twin dark elves.
"The Guardian of the Sixth Floor, Aura Bella Fiora, presents herself to the Master." Aura said confidently as she stepped forward.
"A-Al-Also a Guardian of the Sixth Floor, Mare Bello Fiore, presents himself to the Master." Mare followed nervously, his voice shaking slightly.
Both knelt respectfully, lowering their heads before Momonga.
After them, Demiurge advanced in a composed and dignified manner.
"The Guardian of the Seventh Floor, Demiurge, presents himself to the Master." He said, stepping forward with measured grace. He went down on one knee, bowing deeply, expressing his loyalty through action rather than heart.
"The Guardian of the Eleventh Floor, Null, presents himself to the Master." Null stepped forward as well, kneeling on one knee.
Finally, Albedo stepped forward as well. Her milky breasts bouncing slightly with each motion, partially visible through the glossy, see-through fabric. Her perfect, tasty-looking pink nipples peeked through clearly. With each step, her hips swayed, causing her soft, bubbly butt to bounce, the plush folds of her ass clapping gently upon impact.
"The Guardian Overseer Albedo presents herself to the Master." She smiled at Momonga and knelt like the other Guardians.
Her tight body-hugging dress clung even more tightly to her lower half as she kneeled, making her huge ass clearly visible through the glossy fabric. The material slipped easily between her parted folds, pressing slightly into the slit of her puffy, warm pussy. Her lower lips spread apart from the pressure, and thick, small droplets of fluid dripped to the floor below. A sweet, wet mark spread across the fabric where it pressed against her swollen, warm entrance, reaching down to her thighs and releasing visible hot steam.
Just above her pussy, within her abyssal folds, her gaping asshole pulsed, pumping out slick, thick, transparent fluids. It released wet *BRLLP* sounds as her gooey, dirty anal juices were stirred by the twitching of her soul-sucking, puffy asshole as it contracted and prolapsed repeatedly.
Unlike Shalltear, Albedo was currently in heat. Her sweet, nectar-like sweat coated her lower body, drenching her ass and thighs completely and making them clearly visible through the glossy bodysuit. Though her face remained composed, her twitching, swollen pussy and her gaping, convulsing asshole betrayed just that. A sharp twitch struck deep inside her womb, an unbearable itch in its back wall that made her body jolt slightly. Both of her holes trembled on the verge of climax, but even through all that, she managed to maintain her composure.
And it was understandable. After all, she was in front of the one she truly loved.
Despite this, Albedo's mind remained clear as she continued to speak in a high, steady voice, delivering her report to Momonga.
"With the exception of the Fourth Floor Area Guardian, Gargantua, and the Eighth Floor Area Guardian, Victim, all the Floor Guardians are now gathered before you. Thus, we offer our utmost loyalty to the Master."
Momonga found himself unable to speak as he gazed at the seven bowed heads before him.
A strange pressure weighed heavily on him… leaving him at a complete loss for how to proceed.
Never in his life had he experienced such a scene, being the focus of such absolute devotion.
While still confused, Momonga accidentally activated a skill. A dreadful, oppressive aura radiated outward, flooding the surroundings with suffocating energy. Behind him, a halo of black radiance manifested, like a dark, divine symbol.
He had no time to cancel the skill as he frantically searched his mind, trying to recall a scene from some movie or drama that he could imitate, anything that might help him respond appropriately.
"Raise your heads."
He spoke with as much authority as he could muster.
Immediately, all the Guardians raised their heads in perfect unison.
"First, I thank all of you for coming here."
"There is no need for thanks. We are all Momonga-sama's loyal subordinates. To us, Momonga-sama is our Supreme Overlord." Albedo clarified as none of the guardians opposed her statement or showed any disagreement.
Momonga kept a stern expression, looking over each of the Guardians. Inside, he was still rattled, pressured by the need to continue playing the role of a powerful leader. Any slip-up could lead to consequences, potentially threatening the bond between him and the Guardians.
That, in turn, could jeopardize the very survival of Nazarick itself.
He needed to choose every word with extreme care.
Albedo continued in a respectful tone.
"However, if Momonga-sama gives the order, we, all the Guardians will accomplish any task set to us, no matter how difficult it is, with every fiber of our beings. We hereby swear that we will never allow the Forty One Supreme Beings of Ainz Ooal Gown, our creators, to be disgraced by our actions."
"This we swear!"
The final line rang out in unison from all the Guardians, their voices echoing with determination and pride. It was as if they were answering Momonga's silent fear of potential betrayal.
The heavy burden in Momonga's heart seemed to lift. He was genuinely moved by the overwhelming loyalty the Guardians showed.
The fog clouding his thoughts cleared, giving him renewed clarity as he spoke the words expected of a leader.
"Excellent. Guardians, I know that you will understand my aims and successfully carry out my commands. There may be some things that are difficult to grasp, but I hope you'll pay close attention and listen carefully. I believe the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick has been caught up in some kind of unknown situation."
The Guardians' expressions remained serious and unwavering. There was no trace of surprise on their faces.
"Although I don't know what caused this incident, the Great Tomb of Nazarick has been transported from its original location in the swamps to a vast plain. Did anyone foresee this strange event?"
Albedo glanced back at the Guardians, reading the answers written plainly on their faces.
"Regretfully, none of us have any idea what is going on."
"Then, I have another question for the Floor Guardians: Have any of you discovered anything unusual within your floors?" Momonga asked.
The Floor Guardians responded one after another, in order.
"There are no abnormalities on the Seventh Floor."
"Same with the Sixth Floor."
"I-It's as Nee-chan says…" Added Mare, nervously following up.
"The. Fifth. Floor. Is. The. Same."
"Nothing strange has been sighted on the First to Third Floors."
"Same with the Eleventh Floor."
"Momonga-sama, I shall investigate the Fourth and Eighth Floors immediately," Albedo offered, stepping forward.
"Then I'll leave that to you, Albedo. However… be extremely cautious on the Eighth Floor. If an emergency occurs there, it may create a situation that even you cannot handle."
Albedo bowed deeply, signaling her full understanding.
"Then, I shall handle matters on the surface." Shalltear said, volunteering.
"There's no need." Momonga responded quickly. "Sebas is already conducting reconnaissance on the surface."
Surprise flashed across the faces of Albedo and the other Guardians.
In the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, there were four NPCs renowned for their melee combat expertise. Cocytus, known for the strongest weapon-based attack power. Albedo, with her near impenetrable defense when armored. Sebas, whose true form made him stronger than either of them in pure melee combat. And then there was the last, who was superior to all of them.
Some might count a fifth, but they had no clear knowledge of his combat ability, as he was still, too unknown to measure. What little they did know was that he had never been defeated in all his years in Nazarik, according to some of the Supreme Beings.
So for Sebas, someone capable of crushing enemies with his bare hands, to be given the simple task of surface reconnaissance, it demonstrated just how seriously Momonga was taking this situation.
As a result, all the Guardians became visibly more alert.
"It should be about time for him to return." Momonga said.
Just then, Momonga saw Sebas walking over to them, until he reached the group of Guardians, he went down on one knee before Momonga.
"Momonga-sama, forgive my lateness."
"It's fine. Now give me your report on the surrounding conditions."
Raising his head, Sebas glanced around at the Guardians kneeling beside him.
"Given the gravity of the situation, it's only right that the Floor Guardians hear this as well."
"Yes. To begin, the terrain surrounding us extends as open plains for roughly one kilometer in all directions. There are no signs of man-made structures. I spotted some small animals, but no humanoid figures or large creatures."
"Were those small animals monsters?"
"No. They were non-hostile life forms with no combat capabilities."
"I see. The, were the plains covered in frozen grass that could cut you if you passed through them?"
"No. Just ordinary grass. Nothing unusual."
"And, did you see any sky castles, or similar structures floating above?"
"No, I did not. There were no signs of man-made illumination in the sky… or on the land."
"I see, so only a starry sky above. Thank you for your hard work, Sebas."
As Momonga offered praise for his effort, a small sense of disappointment lingered. He had hoped for some useful information, but this report only reinforced his growing suspicion…
That they were no longer in the game world of YGGDRASIL.
Though the reason why he could still use YGGDRASIL equipment and magic remained a mystery.
Wherever they were now, the safest course of action was to raise Nazarick's combat readiness immediately. For all he knew, they might have been dropped into someone else's territory, and they could face severe consequences for trespassing.
If he was lucky, simple censure would be the worst outcome.
"Guardians, increase the readiness level of your floors by one step. We don't know what has happened, so do not act carelessly. If you encounter an intruder, do not slay them. Capture them alive at all costs. When you do, inflict as little harm as possible. I apologize for imposing such strict orders at a time like this."
The Guardians all voiced their acknowledgment, nodding in unison.
"Next, I would like to understand the administrative operations of the Tomb. Albedo, how is the exchange of security information between the various Floor Guardians?"
In YGGDRASIL, Guardians had simply been NPCs with fixed behavior patterns, unable to share information between floors without direct player input.
But now it was different.
"Each Floor is administered by its respective Floor Guardian, but Demiurge is the overall defense commander, and everyone can share information with him."
Momonga was slightly surprised, but then gave a satisfied nod.
"Excellent. Nazarick's defense commander, Demiurge. Guardian Overseer, Albedo. The two of you will be in charge of drafting a more comprehensive administrative system for Nazarick."
"Understood. Will the plans for the management system also include the Eighth, Ninth, and Tenth Floors?"
"The Eighth Floor is under Victim's management, so that's fine. No actually, entry to the Eighth Floor is now forbidden. I rescind the order I gave to Albedo earlier as well. In short, Entry to the Eighth Floor will only happen with my explicit permission. I'll also remove the seal and open a direct route from the Seventh Floor to the Ninth Floor. After that, treat the Ninth and Tenth Floors as a single administrative unit."
"Is… is that really okay?" Albedo seemed genuinely shocked by his decision. Behind her, Demiurge's eyes widened slightly, his surprise clear.
"Will the underlings really be allowed to walk freely through the domain of the Supreme Beings? Must they truly be granted that much freedom?"
After all, the Ninth Floor was the royal quarters, the private residence of the Supreme Beings themselves. To Albedo, that floor was sacred, a sanctuary to be revered.
But that was not the case.
The true reason there were no defensive monsters assigned to the Ninth Floor was simple:
If any invader made it past the Eighth Floor, the most dangerous floor of Nazarick guarded by the strongest NPC. It was better to confront them directly in the throne room for a final showdown.
"It'll be fine. This is an emergency situation. We need more personnel for security."
"Understood. I shall select only the finest and most capable troops for this duty."
Momonga nodded, then turned toward the twin dark elves.
"Aura, Mare. Can you two conceal the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick? Simple illusions might not be reliable, and just thinking about the mana cost gives me a headache."
Aura and Mare exchanged glances, putting their heads together in thought.
"U-Using magic might be tricky. If we had to hide the entire tomb along with the surface. But maybe, we could cover the walls with mud, and then add plants on top as camouflage." Mare hesitantly suggested after some time.
"Do you intend to soil the glorious walls of Nazarick with dirt?" Albedo's voice cut in coldly, her back still turned to Mare. Though her tone was sweet and soft, the sharpness behind her words was unmistakable.
Mare's shoulders trembled under the pressure. The other Guardians stayed silent, but their attitudes suggested they shared Albedo's disapproval.
Except for one.
"I actually think it's a perfect idea." Null's calm voice broke the tension, instantly drawing all eyes toward him.
"You, you support the idea of, soiling Nazarick's sacred walls?" Albedo turned just enough to glare at him with narrowed, icy eyes. She clearly hadn't expected anyone to back such a disrespectful suggestion.
"Of course." Null replied simply, unfazed by her stare. His smile remained steady.
"Though I mean no disrespect towards the Tomb. Quite the opposite. Right now, Nazarick is in an unpredictable situation, with little knowledge of the world surrounding us. In such times, dignity and respect must be set aside. Safety takes priority. Mare's method is logical. By making the Tomb blend into the plains, we reduce visibility without relying solely on illusion magic, which, as you know, could be pierced by someone with the right abilities. That said, illusions can still serve as an extra layer on top after the groundwork is done. Again this isn't about disrespect. This is about survival, and the safety of Nazarick, and the Lord." Null explained calmly with no pause.
Hearing those words, Albedo's cold gaze softened. What Null said… made sense. And above all, prioritizing Momonga-sama's safety was the most important thing.
"I agree with Null's reasoning. The safety of not just myself, but everyone in Nazarick, must be ensured. No matter the method." Momonga followed up, appreciating Null's practical perspective.
"Mare, can you conceal the walls with dirt like you suggested?" Momonga asked, turning his attention to the boy.
"Y-Yes, I can, if you give your permission, Momonga-sama. However…"
"Permission granted. If done well, from a distance, observers will just think the ground is rising naturally. Sebas… are there any hills or natural cover nearby?"
"Unfortunately… none, Momonga-sama. We're surrounded entirely by flat plains. However, since night falls here… we should be able to apply some deceptive camouflage during the dark hours."
"Hmm… I see. If our only goal for now is to hide the walls, Mare's plan will do. But, what if we also piled up earth from the surrounding area to create fake hills as cover?"
"That would help us blend in even more." Sebas agreed.
"Very well. I'm assigning both Aura and Mare to this task. You may draw whatever supplies you need from each floor. And since aerial detection remains a risk, just as Null suggested, we'll finish the earthwork first, then add illusion magic on top for extra concealment. Nobody must be able to spot Nazarick from outside."
"Y-Yes, understood."
That was the best Momonga could come up with for now. There were likely still flaws in the plan, but those could be worked out later. After all, it had only been a few hours since everything started.
"Then, you are all dismissed for today. Everyone, get some rest before beginning your assigned duties. There's much we don't know about this world yet, so don't push yourselves unnecessarily."
The Guardians nodded together to show their understanding.
"Before we finish, I have a final question for all of you. Tell me, what kind of person am I to you? Let's start with… Shalltear."
"An incarnation of strength and kingship… Even the finest jewels pale in comparison to your majestic presence." Shalltear answered immediately, without hesitation. Her words were clearly from the heart.
"Cocytus."
"One. Who. Is. Mightier. Than. All. The. Guardians. And. Deserving. Of. The. Title. Supreme. Overlord. Of. The. Great. Underground. Tomb. Of. Nazarick."
"Aura."
"A merciful leader with great foresight."
"Mare."
"A, a very gentle person."
"Demiurge."
"A wise leader, who makes swift and decisive decisions. Truly, a man worthy of the title inscrutable."
"Sebas."
"The one who gathered all the Supreme Beings together. And the merciful leader who did not abandon us, but remained by our side until the very end."
"Null."
"The Supreme One Above All."
"Finally, Albedo."
"The man who rules over the Supreme Beings. Our highest, most exalted master. And, the man I love most deeply."
"I see, I've heard and understand all your answers. Then, I hereby assign to you the tasks once performed by my former comrades. Carry them out faithfully."
After seeing all the Guardians kneel again, Momonga teleported away.
The scenery before his eyes changed in an instant, from the Colosseum to the chamber of the Golems of Lemegeton. After looking around to make sure nobody was looking.
"I'm so tired." Momonga sighed deeply.
His body didn't feel fatigue, but the weight of mental exhaustion pressed heavily on him.
"Those guys.... Why do they think so highly of me?"
It was as if they were talking about someone else entirely. Listening to the Guardians take turns praising him, he felt an urge to laugh, or even scoff. But their expressions showed no hint of humor.
In other words, they were being completely sincere.
And if he failed to live up to those expectations, he might end up disappointing them. That thought alone made the pressure on him even heavier. As if that weren't enough, another concern made him furrow his brow.
Of course, his skeletal face couldn't express emotion, but somehow, it felt like it did.
"What should I do about Albedo? If this keeps up, how can I face Tabula-san?"
He regretted changing Albedo's settings. A single line of text had rewritten her entire way of thinking. The guilt weighed on him like a stain, like he had brainwashed the cherished creation of a close friend.
After Momonga departed, it took a few moments for Albedo and the others to stand up again, except for Null, who stood up the moment Momonga left.
The first to get up was Albedo. Her glossy white dress became see-through at the lower body, revealing her huge ass from behind, which also looked oiled up due to her lovely sweat and the dirty thick anal fluids that had spread on her behind, covering both her fleshy, juicy cheeks. This further highlighted the glossiness of her white dress, while visible hot steam with an addictive musky scent rose into the air. In addition, her front was in the same situation. Her visibly outlined, swollen, warm pussy pumped thick love juices that completely drenched her thighs, staining the glossy fabric that clung tightly around her fleshy thighs, making it transparent and revealing her creamy skin.
All this added directly to her beauty, entrancing anyone's mind and slowly eating away at his soul, making him lose his sanity and become crazily obsessed.
After Albedo rose, the others followed suit, though nobody dared to speak.
"That… that was scary, Nee-chan."
"Yeah, I thought I was going to get flattened."
"As expected of Momonga-sama. Who would've thought his mere presence could have such a powerful effect on us Floor Guardians?"
"As. A. Supreme. Being. His. Might. Far. Surpasses. Our. Own. But. Even. So… I. Did. Not. Expect. Him. To. Be. This Powerful."
And so, the Guardians exchanged their impressions of Momonga.
The aura he had released wasn't just overwhelming, it was mentally crushing.
[Despair Aura.]
This ability didn't just invoke fear, it also weakened its targets' stats. Normally, level 100 NPCs would be immune to such effects, but this time, the power had been amplified by the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown.
"Momonga-sama must have released the aura of authority befitting the ruler of Nazarick."
"Indeed. He didn't reveal his power when we arrived. But once we introduced ourselves as Floor Guardians, he must have shown us a glimpse of his true might."
"In. Other. Words. He. Responded. To. Our. Pledges. Of. Loyalty. By. Unveiling. His. Power. As. Our. Absolute. Ruler."
"That, does seem to be the case."
"He wasn't like that when he was with us. Momonga-sama was kind, he even gave us drinks when we were thirsty." Aura added softly.
Her words made some of the Guardians stir with jealousy. Albedo clenched her fists so tightly her nails nearly tore through the fabric of her silky white gloves.
"That must've been the true power of Momonga-sama, ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. It was amazing!" Mare said, shoulders trembling.
His words instantly changed the mood in the room.
"Exactly! He revealed his power in response to our devotion. Just as expected of our creator. The greatest of the Forty-One Supreme Beings. The benevolent master who chose to remain with us until the very end."
Albedo's words echoed, her wings fluttering as the slight clapping sound of flesh rang out from her behind with each excited motion.
Her words brought smiles to all the Guardians' faces, except Mare's, whose expression was more serene than blissful. After all, he had just managed to break the tension his sister's comment created.
"Then, I'll take my leave first. I don't know where Momonga-sama has gone, but I should be by his side." Sebas declared.
Jealousy flashed across Albedo's face. Though her expression screamed "It should've been me," she managed to restrain herself as she responded:
"I understand. Then, Sebas, serve Momonga-sama well, and do not bring shame upon him. If anything happens, report directly to me. Especially if Momonga-sama calls for me, you must inform me immediately. Everything else is secondary to that!"
Demiurge, quietly listening from the sidelines, showed a faint grimace.
"But if he desires me in his bedchamber." Albedo continued,. "Please tell him I may need a little time to bathe and prepare. Of course, if he wants me right away, that's fine too. I always keep myself clean for his sake, and my outfit is already chosen for just such an occasion. Either way, I will prioritize Momonga-sama's wishes above all else-"
She kept going, her voice dreamy and filled with longing, until Sebas finally cut her off.
"I understand, Albedo. If I remain here too long, I'll fail to fulfill my duties to Momonga-sama, which would be inexcusable. Forgive my sudden exit, but I must take my leave. Floor Guardians, I bid you all a good day."
With a courteous nod to the wide-eyed, open-mouthed Guardians, Sebas turned and dashed off—eager to escape Albedo's still-lengthy declaration.
"It's gotten quiet all of a sudden. Shalltear, is something wrong?" Demiurge asked, breaking the silence.
All eyes turned toward Shalltear, who was still kneeling for some unknown reason.
"What. Is. The. Matter. Shalltear?"
She finally lifted her head, her eyes dazed as though she had just woken from a dream, but her flushed cheeks and heavy breathing told another story.
"What happened?"
"Ah~ after being exposed to Momonga-sama's awesome presence, I could not help but get excited. I fear my underwear has gone through a bit of a crisis." Shalltear explained with a sluttery voice, but her explanation was half truthful. It's true that she was in awe of the presence of Momonga, but that wasn't enough for him to make her orgasm, it was something else that stimulated her lower holes which are now both drenched. Her dirty slick anal juices flooded and spread through her wet ass crack folds, but luckily for her, unlike Albedo, most of the fabric was snugged tightly through the deep folds which absorbed most of her musky fluids when she kneeled, or else her fluids would spread on her bubbly butt staining her fabric which would leave a visible stain considering the color of her glossy dark fabric, and would drop on the ground, as it pooled beneath her. And the same goes for her pussy who also drenched her lower body completely as a huge stain was visible on the front fabric that tightly outlined her puffy pussy, spreading below on to her inner thighs, which that orgasm formed a puddle of sticky love juice beneath her, that produced visible steam with a lovely musky scent.
Though, Shalltear didn't care if the process and stains were visible to others, her shameless side is what she is and she would be filled with pride with it. But she can't let the supreme being seen her in such a state, in which she was lucky her kneeling position concealed everything from Momonga.
Silence.
Everyone's attention shifted to the puddle forming beneath Shalltear. A thick, musky scent drifted through the air, invading their nostrils. The odor was strong enough to make faces scrunch with discomfort. Mare quickly pinched his nose shut, while the others exchanged glances, uncertain of how to react.
Calling Shalltear shameless would be an understatement. After all, she had been designed with more fetishes than any of the others combined.
Even so, Mare remained confused. Why was there a steaming puddle of thick fluid beneath her, releasing a strange smell that made his head spin? He covered his nose tightly, and the rest of the Guardians could only shake their heads. There wasn't much they could do.
Only one among them reacted openly. With a sharp click of the tongue, equal parts irritation and fury.
Albedo.
"You slut." She uttered with an angry tone, and a cold gaze that peered at the shameless Shalltear.
The words dripped with scorn, and Shalltear immediately picked up on the hostility. Her lips curled into a taunting smile, mocking, playful, and tinged with challenge. She hadn't expected someone to react so strongly, but now that someone had she was more than happy to play along.
"What? Having Momonga-sama, bless us with his energy is a reward! Anyone who doesn't get an orgasm from that must have something wrong in their head! Or could it be that you don't just look pure, but you don't have any fleshly desires at all, you big-mouthed gorilla!?"
"You lamprey!"
Their voices rose in unison, their eyes locked in a deadly stare. Sparks practically flew between them, crackling like static in the air. The other Guardians weren't sure if a fight would break out, but the tension between the two was unmistakably dangerous.
"My appearance cannot be described by such false words, unlike you."
"Shouldn't that be my line?"
Shalltear slowly stood back up, and the two of them approached each other. Simultaneous claps resounded in the air as both of their huge butt folds clapped, one releasing a fleshy, wet clap, the other a muffled, wet clap. Even so, their eyes remained locked. Eventually, they stopped just inches apart, each taking a striking pose that pushed out their sexy, busty curves.
"Don't think you've won just because you're the Guardian Overseer and can stay next to Momonga-sama. If you really think that way, I'll laugh my ass off."
"Hmph. That's correct. While you're stationed in a faraway place, I'll swoop in and achieve a complete victory."
"What do you mean by 'a complete victory?' Teach me, Guardian Overseer-sama."
"As a slut, you should be fully aware of what that means."
Throughout their trade of verbal arguments, neither had turned their gaze from each other. The spark of lightning in the space of their gazes flickered as the tension thickened.
Albedo fluttered her wings in a threat as a dark aura rose from her. Shalltear responded in kind, as her own red aura was unleashed colliding with Albedo's, refusing to show any weakness.
"Ah Aura, matters between women should be settled by a fellow woman. If anything happens I'll come to help, let me know when the time comes, all right?"
"Hey, wait, Demiurge! Are you planning to dump all of this on me?"
Demiurge gave a lazy wave as he took his leave from the group. However, instead of heading toward the exit of the colosseum, he made his way toward the far end, where Null stood silently, whose eyes fixed not on the argument itself, but on Albedo and Shalltear in particular.
Specifically, their bodies.
Demiurge simply waved his hand lazily as he parted from the group. However, instead of heading to the exit of the colosseum, he approached Null, who was standing at the far end, his eyes watching the feud between Albedo and Shalltear, though he seemed more focused on their bodies than the fight itself.
"You seem to be quite interested in their matter." Demiurge said as he came closer to Null, who appeared to be staring blankly at Albedo and Shalltear. Demiurge assumed he was curious about how the fight would unfold.
"Demiurge, huh?" Null replied, briefly shifting his gaze toward Demiurge before turning his attention back to the two sexy milfs, a smile of unknown intent forming on his lips.
"How could I not be interested? It's not every day you see something like that." His smile widened, his eyes trailing over those large milky wet asses that bounced and clapped with even the slightest movement, those delicious-looking tits, those universal-class whorish faces that would look absolutely stunning covered with his potent cum, and the alluring, angry, mature womanly voices spilling from their plump, sexy lips, voices that could enlighten anyone's mind. Everything was perfect. It was enough to give Null an erection of a lifetime, but he controlled his urges, his eyes capturing every detail down to the finest point, so he could replay this scene freshly in his mind whenever he wanted to.
"Hmm." Demiurge nodded in understanding.
"It's been a while since we were able to meet again. How long has it been since we last saw each other? About three years-" Demiurge said, now standing beside Null, though his height paled in comparison.
"36 months, 1,095 days, 26,280 hours, 1,576,800 minutes, and 94,608,000 seconds." Null continued where Demiurge left off, making him turn his head in surprise. If anyone could see his eyes behind the glasses, they would notice they were wide with shock.
"Ahh... yes, indeed. I almost forgot that you're considered the smartest in all of Nazarick by the Supreme Beings. They even said they're not as good as you," Demiurge said, the surprise fading from his face as he shook his head. He recalled the specific words of several Supreme Beings describing how Null's mind worked, processing information at a terrifying speed that anyone else would feel embarrassed by comparison.
After all, the Supreme Beings were still humans. In the real world, the year 2126, technology had advanced to extraordinary levels. There were true supercomputers that were built, capable of processing terrifying amounts of data with terrifying speed and precision. So when they spoke of Null's intelligence, it wasn't just flattery, they knew exactly what it meant for something to think like a supercomputer. In comparison, even they admitted they couldn't match the sheer processing power of his mind.
That's why they occasionally tossed him some compliments which Demiurge heard.
"So, any reason for you to initiate a conversation with me?" Null asked with a smile, still not removing his eyes from Albedo and Shalltear. Even though his imagination was running wild, his thoughts remained clear. He could handle two trains of thoughts at once.
"Well, call it curiosity. Knowing that you were the first person created by a Supreme Being before we Floor Guardians came into existence. It makes me want to understand what kind of person you are, especially since you rarely leave your floor unless you're deployed for combat." Demiurge explained. He was genuinely interested. Having his own praised intelligence surpassed only deepened his desire to learn more about Null.
As far as Demiurge could recall, they had barely interacted. Their only prior contact was making eye contact. No words exchanged, nothing more.
"What kind of person I am? Well, you could say we share certain traits. That makes us similar, but very different." Null replied with a smile.
"Similar, huh?" Demiurge muttered to himself. He knew what he was, ruthless, merciless to all outside Nazarick, and possessing a certain level of wisdom and intellect.
So if Null was similar, he must be different in a way Demiurge couldn't yet pinpoint.
"Wanna know?" Null asked, seemingly picking up on Demiurge's train of thought.
"If you don't mind." Demiurge answered, not pressing for a response.
"It's unpredictability. That's all." Null said, folding his arms.
"Hmm." Demiurge frowned slightly at the answer. From Null's words, it sounded like Demiurge himself was predictable in the eyes of others, which left a bitter feeling. Still, he didn't argue, he took it as truth. After all, those words came from the smartest being in Nazarick. And in a way, it revealed something about Null's nature.
Oddly enough, Demiurge found the conversation refreshing.
"It seems they're still going at it." He remarked, glancing at Albedo and Shalltear, who were still locked in their heated exchange.
He stepped forward, rejoining the group.
"It seems you have no intention of stopping this? Though, I would be quite interested in the result." Demiurge said to Aura once he reached her side.
"Of course I do. But it doesn't seem like this situation can be extinguished with just words. And what do you mean by 'the result,' Demiurge?" Aura tilted her head.
"I refer to the increase in our fighting power, the future of Nazarick, and so on."
"D-Demiurge, what do you mean?"
"Hmm…" Demiurge tapped his chin, pondering how to answer Mare's question.
For a moment, an evil impulse flickered in his mind, the idea of infusing Mare with adult knowledge. But he quickly discarded it.
"Any great leader requires a successor, no? Momonga-sama may have stayed with us until the end, but if he were to lose interest in us one day, he might leave, just like the other Supreme Beings. That's why a successor is necessary. Someone we can devote our loyalty to."
"I see. Then, who among us will be Momonga-sama's successor?"
"How. Disrespectful. As. Guardians. We. Are. To. Serve. Momonga-sama. Faithfully. So. He. May. Stay. That. Is. What. We. Were. Made. For."
Demiurge turned to face the interrupting Cocytus.
"Of course I understand that, Cocytus. But wouldn't you want to swear your loyalty to Momonga-sama's heir as well?"
"Hmm... Of. Course. I. Would. Like. To. Swear. My. Allegiance. To. Momonga-sama's. Heir…"
Cocytus began to imagine himself running around with said heir on his shoulders, teaching him swordsmanship, drawing his weapon to protect the Young Master, and taking orders from him once fully grown.
"...Oh. How. Wonderful. What. A. Glorious. Sight… Uncle… Uncle…"
Unable to take any more, Demiurge quietly looked away from Cocytus, who was now completely immersed in his 'cool uncle' fantasy.
"Well, that aside, I'm quite interested in what our children could contribute to the strength of Nazarick. Mare, how about it? Do you want to make a child?"
"E-Erh?"
"Still, you don't have a partner… but if you ever come across any Humans, Dark Elves, Wood Elves, or similar species, could you kindly capture them for me?"
"Eh? Ehhhhhh?"
After thinking for a moment, Mare nodded.
"I-If it helps Momonga-sama… I'm willing to help. But how will I have children?"
"Well, I'll teach you when the time comes. But don't attempt any breeding experiments on your own, Momonga-sama might scold you. The internal balance of Nazarick has been precisely calculated."
"That's true. I heard that all the underlings were created with careful planning by one of the Supreme Beings. If we increase our numbers carelessly, we'll be scolded. I- I don't want to be scolded by Momonga-sama."
"Of course, I wouldn't want to be rebuked by the Supreme Beings either, if only I could set up a farm outside Nazarick."
As that thought crossed Demiurge's mind, he remembered something no one had teased Mare about yet.
"Ah yes, Mare, why are you dressed like a girl?"
Mare quickly tugged at his miniskirt to cover his legs.
"This was Bukubukuchagama-sama's decision. She said it was called a 'trap,' so it has nothing to do with my gender."
"Ohh, so it was Bukubukuchagama-sama's decision. Then those clothes should be fine on you. Though… should all boys dress like that?"
"I-I don't know about that..."
The Forty-One Supreme Beings were no longer here. But even now, their names held absolute authority. In Nazarick, Mare was dressed exactly as he should be. Only another Supreme Being could ever change that.
"I wonder if I should talk to Momonga-sama about this. Perhaps all boys should dress like that. I say, Cocytus, it's time to wake up."
At Demiurge's words, Cocytus shook his head several times, a deeply satisfied smile across his face.
"Ah. What. A. Beautiful. Sight… Truly. It. Was. Everything. I. Have. Ever. Dreamed. Of."
"Is that so… well then, that's good. Are Albedo and Shalltear still fighting?"
The feuding pair's eyes were slightly averted. However, the one that answered Demiurge was the tired-looking Aura, standing by the side.
"They're done. Right now, they're arguing about...."
"The problem of who should be the first wife."
"It would be strange for the ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick to have only one wife. The question now is: who is worthy of being Momonga-sama's first wife?"
"Hmph. Don't you think it's a bit ridiculous?" A chuckle cut through the conversation, causing everyone, including Albedo and Shalltear, to pause and look toward the approaching figure.
"Are you actually considering who should be Momonga-sama's first wife?" Null asked, his tone making it sound as though he had just heard a joke.
"And what's the problem with that?" Albedo responded sharply, narrowing her eyes in clear irritation at Null's dismissive attitude toward what she considered a serious matter.
No one spoke, but their eyes silently urged Null to explain the reason behind his words.
Shalltear, meanwhile, only glanced at him. She didn't care for his opinion, this topic held no true importance to her. As said earlier, she was simply playing along to frustrate Albedo.
"You do know that Momonga-sama is undead, right?" Null asked, directing the question to Albedo.
"Yes, but what of it?" She replied, crossing her arms under her chest, pushing her breasts together so they bulged forward. Her pink nipples were clearly visible through the glossy fabric, pressing firmly against it. Her expression was laced with displeasure.
"Even knowing that, you still want to have a child with Momonga-sama. One that would become the future heir?" Null asked, gesturing with his hand.
"That is correct. Why? Do you have any objections to that matter?" Albedo responded, her eyes turning cold.
"Of course..." Null said, pausing deliberately. Long enough to make Albedo's eyes gleam with rising anger.
"Not." He finished, causing her eyes to widen slightly. Shem and the others, had been caught off guard by the sudden shift in his words.
"As a matter of fact, I support you in this matter. Though… you might find it difficult to accomplish such a thing." Null clarified.
"Hmm? Why do you say that, Null?" Demiurge asked. He didn't quite understand what Null was implyingm nor did the others, but chose not to judge or interrupt, trusting that Null had a perspective they hadn't yet considered.
"Well, Momonga-sama is undead. He's incapable of feeling emotions or desires, since the origin of such things, the heart or soul, doesn't exist within him. So you should understand what that means." Null explained with a smile.
A heavy silence followed. Albedo's head dipped slightly as she fell into thought.
Now they understood what Null was referring to. Momonga-sama's inability to feel anything, no emotions, no passion, because he lacked a heart or a soul. And that would make achieving what Albedo desired nearly impossible.
Even though she was the one who longed for it. The outcome depended entirely on Momonga-sama's decision. And that was what she feared most, it could take an incredibly long time, or never happen at all.
"Though, you don't need to worry. I can help you with that, to make it truly happen," Null said, his smile carrying a hint of perverted intent.
"Really, is that true?" It was as if those words sparked something within Albedo. Her eyes shone brightly with hope, like the brilliance of the sun. She jumped in excitement, making a loud, audible wet clap that resounded through the air. Her wet, glistening, bubbly butt bounced as her slicked fat folds spread wide, almost revealing her puffy anus, before snapping shut with a loud, wet clap that could send shivers down one's spine. Her large breasts strained against the fabric holding them, threatening to burst free from the sheer force of her jump.
"Yes, it's true. As the first Floor Guardian in Nazarick, I have a clear understanding of Momonga-sama's natural traits. So, I've found a way for him to be able to feel emotions, through you," Null explained, causing everyone's eyes to brighten. This was good news for their Lord.
"Through me?" Albedo was overjoyed to hear that Null had a solution to the problem. She didn't doubt his words at all and trusted in his intelligence to make it happen. However, she was confused by the last part. How was she the solution?
"Yes, through you. And you don't have to worry about a thing. I will be the one to train you, on the specific actions you'll need to take when you're with Momonga-sama, actions that can help him retain and awaken his emotions." Null explained calmly.
"I understand." Albedo nodded, wearing a joyful smile. It seemed there were particular things she could do to help Momonga-sama rediscover emotional feeling.
"Since Null has a solution to this matter, then there's nothing to worry about. All right then, Albedo, won't you give us our orders? There will be many things to take care of soon." Demiurge said.
"Indeed, you're right. I must issue orders first. Very well, let us proceed with our plans for the future." Albedo responded, regaining her composure.
Seeing Albedo recover her dignity as the Guardian Overseer, all the Floor Guardians respectfully lowered their heads.
Of course, they owed her the respect due to the Overseer of the Guardians, but she was not their master. The Forty-One Supreme Beings had appointed her to oversee the rest of the NPCs they had created. However, even that position was merely one assigned by the Supreme Beings. Thus, while they lowered their heads, it was purely out of respect for her station, and nothing more. Albedo, for her part, did not take offense. She knew this was the proper and expected course of action.
Meanwhile, Null, whose head was lowered with the others, wore a mischievous smile on his lips.