Hello folks, this is a rewrite for this chapter.

Since I recieved like some reviews that you'll definitely see it, I decided to just straighten my ass up and just fucking do it.

Ima edit and fix the fucking thing, and make all people go be interested in this o'l shit of mine...

It may be shit, but hey, its my shit.

(Edit 2/2/2018: I've begun to update some chapters now, it'll be a slow progress, but its a change. Re-read some chapters, and they have some f**king errors in grammars and I need to fix them.)

(Edit 7/30/2018: Some asshole of a critic, honest and blunt he is, he is still an asshole; just told me on how quite bad my first chapter is. And to answer that:

KINDLY FUCKING NOTICE THAT THIS IS QUITE LATE OF A FUCKING REPLY, AND THIS STORY IS NOW FEW YEARS OLD! (GET THE JOKE ASSHOLE!)

(Edit 8/17/2018: Kindly fucking remember that the first few fucking chapters are written badly that I'm too fucking lazy to re-write it to a better scale? OK!? I HAVE THINGS TO DO, AND PEOPLE (readers) TO ENTERTAIN, AND IF YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THAT, THEN TRY TO MAKE A FUCKING STORY THEN! LETS SEE HOW IT GOES FOR YOUR FUCKING SIDE!)

(Edit 4/13/2019: You all asked for this, this current chapter is now a rewritten version. Its a bit longer if you noticed, fixing the damn thing and implementing my current style of writing into it)

After HeroHero logged out, the feeling of loneliness of being the last player of the Guild ingame fell upon him like a hammer. After so many years of adventures, wonderful moments and laughs, the shadow was falling on YGGDRASIL, the best DMMO-RPG ever made.

The company shutting down its servers, putting an end to the 12 years of VR wonders beyond imagination.

Momonga looked down in silence as he sighed, coming down from the bottom of his heart.

He understood HeroHero's condition and reason. Despite even his tired condition, HeroHero still managed to send an e-mail and logging on for the last day of YGGDRASIL before it closes down. He was grateful enough for that. And even with the urge to ask him to stay just for a little longer, would cause him more trouble.

Momonga turned up and looked to where HeroHero was occupying his seat, then turning to look other 39 seats. The seats of his old comrades once sat on. After gazing in a circle around the table, his eyes returned to HeroHero's place.

"Lets meet up again somewhere... Bullshit."

He heard those same words several times before, but those words never come true.

Just as he was about to shout in anger and sadness, a sudden beep took him out of his thoughts.

"Huh?"

He looked to who came online and saw an old friend that came online from time to time.

'Alcatraz has logged in' told the notification. And with that, Momonga felt relieved and happy. That another came, and that this was a good friend indeed.

A bright blue light appeared, in the form of his friend, materializing at the side of the room.

"Alcatraz-san!" Greeted Momonga in gladness to his friend. "Welcome! I thought you would never come!"

Alcatraz's appearance was a slim, yet heavy looking dark armor. With a jet-black trench coat covering most of his armor with a red faded Lesion Sigil embedded on the back. He wore a teethed, smile looking mask. (Imagine the Disturbed devilish smile from their cover, excluding the eyes)

If the mask were to be removed, there would be no skin on his cheeks and only showing flesh and bone, dignifying him as a zombie. His eyes were crimson colored pupils, with dark purple iris. For the rest of his eyes are colored black, and his hair red as blood.

The player chuckled. "Good evening Momonga-sama, and yes I will answer the Guild Master's call whenever I'm free to do so." He nodded and an emoticon of a smiley face appeared.

Momonga rolled his eyes. "You're still roleplaying just when we conquered the Great Tomb are you Alcatraz-san?"

"I will always be a servant of you Guild Master, and it shall be no one else" Alcatraz bowed dramatically as he spoke with seriousness in his voice.

"...I think your taking on roleplaying is a tad bit too far my friend." Momonga sweatdropped.

Alcatraz was taken in by Touch-Me, during the time of Nines Own Goal. He was saved from being pked by Touch-Me and Momonga during that time.

With the horrible actions he had experienced, he asked the two members if he could join them just to be safe. They agreed readily.

Before he was taken in by the clan, his class build is mostly supported or utilizing stuff. Earning only experience through by delivery quests and other non-combat quests if he was able to. Of course he couldnt avoid quests that involve in combat, only doing so when necessary.

But when he was pked almost all the time whenever he gets out of the safe zones or safe points, and just because he was being one of the Heteromorphic races, he snapped. He was only wanting to copy a skeleton musician; Brook, to spread music and joy around. Not wanting to take this on anymore, he decided to just change into a combat build.

"Since peace wont work on them, maybe violence will do." Is what he thought of.

He changed races from Skeleton to Undead, and from Undead to Zombie.

The reason he changed to Zombie is that the benefits that give him, by playing dirty. He had an idea on being a 'trickster' setup on the Zombie race since one of the racial buildups for the said race would give him {Poison} and {Dark} attribute. He didnt remove his guitar from his inventory since music gives him inspiration.

He was experimenting his class job {Undying Slayer} by challenging one of the Human races 1 on 1, but another Human group came along and they all decided to just gang up on him and share exp.

Them all being moderately high level than him, a normal person would have ran away from them and head to a safe place.

But not him. He didnt ran.

He stood his ground and gave it his all. He managed to kill several Human players who were acting cocky, but with his unorthodox play style and military-trained instincts, made the others careful and just attacked him by distance. He didn't have enough defensive items against magic or range at that time, he was close to being pked by the assholes.

He was about to go 'Last Stand' on these shits before that, he got saved by Momonga and Touch-Me.

His specialty on going on heavy support; being able to soak up damage, boosting his allies, and debuffing enemies to the extent they think he was 'cheating'. That even some of them reported that to the shitty devs, which they just replied that he wasn't.

And with so many reports and complaints about it, the devs just nerfed the skills and spells that his race was using. But of course, at the same time they secretly gave him an item that is almost rivaling to a WCI, [Death Sickle]. Which boosted his passive skills and spells twice than the original form.

He asked why he received this item, and they just replied back: "Just rekt all those snowflakes with the gift we sent ya."

And by that, he did.

"Were you waiting for the game to end my lord?" His avatar tilted his head.

"Yes Alcatraz-san, But there seemed to be little time for me to go to a good place for when the game to end, all I could think is the Throne room, which I think is good enough to make us wait for the game to end... If thats alright with you?" He said with a raised brow emoticon.

Alcatraz bowed dramatically. "It is by your will, my lord. I have nothing to do at the current moment and I am free at most."

Momonga chuckled, although half in embarrassment, and half in amusement. "Would you please stop with the bowing? You do know that you are my senior right?"

The undead sent a smirking emoticon. "But you are my superior are you not?"

"...Just stop with the roleplaying mode ok?" Alcatraz just laughed.

With that, Momonga walked up towards the Guild Weapon, unconsciously extending his hand outward to the weapon. Realizing what he was doing, he retracted his hand back. "I wonder if it's alright to take this..." He muttered.

This action didnt go unnoticed by his friend. Understanding the meaning behind his actions, he smiled.

"Momonga-sama, you are worthy for such a weapon. After all its a Guild Weapon for the Guild Master after all. No need to be embarrassed mi'lord"

The skeleton sighed. "I know Alcatraz-san, but all of us worked hard enough to make this. It shouldn't be me alone to wield this-"

"Momonga-sama, we may have worked for it very hard. If you're thinking that it should have been all of us to use it... No, you are fitting as the Guild Master, and none shall find you wanting. You took care of all us, and some of us thank you, even if they didnt admit it, we thank you with all our heart." He bowed hung his head silently in respect.

"...Thank you, Alcatraz-san." Momonga sent a happy emote to his friend. Feeling the encouragement, Momonga extended his hand outward towards the Guild Weapon, grasping it within his hand it radiated a nimbus of reddish-black light. Tormented faces occasionally coalesced out of the roiling light, and then they crumbled and vanished again. They looked so realistic one could almost imagine them wailing in agony.

"Did they went overboard with the details?"

"That my lord, I'm not sure." Alcatraz shook his head.

"Now then mi'lord, shall we make haste to the Throne room?"

Momonga looked at him before nodding. Sending him a smiley emoticon as he replied. "Yes, lets go."

Together, the two friends left the Round Table room. The two decided to just walk towards the Throne room, wanting to take all the last moments of their hard-earned works to their memories forever.

The two saw a woman heading towards their direction. It was a maid, created by Whitebrim as he and several other guildmembers helped him creating the maids of Nazarick.

"Hmmmm, it is Whitebrim's work right?"

Alcatraz nodded. "Yes. Nostalgic that he calls their clothes "Justice". Up to this point, I really wonder if he is a justice maniac like Touch-Me."

Momonga laughed softly. "Hahahah, that and I wonder if he is a brother of Touch-Me as well."

Just as the maid and the two players neared each other, the maid darted to the side and bowed to them. Momonga just raised his hand in acknowledgment, while Alcatraz just bowed at her; saying "Thank you for your works." before quietly dashing back to his friend's side.

"...You do realize that they won't respond back to you right?" Asked Momonga, although his tone spoke a meaning of concern if his friend has a mental problem.

The zombie player shook his head. "No my lord. But however, since it is the last day and moment of Yggdrasil, I wish to spend these last moments on this," He gestured around him, mentioning the whole of Nazarick. " They have served us loyally. And maybe until the bitter end, they have worked for us to an extent that we know they won't be needed after the end..."

"...Indeed they do." Momonga said. "Indeed they do my friend." He said quietly at the last part.

'It is depressing that the game will end...'

After a while, they reached the Throne room. It was fucking grandy as fuck. The place that they arrived was a large receiving room, with several figures within.

Then they noticed the Pleiades standing in attention, bowed at them before returning to their base position.

"...It seems to be a waste for them to just stand there and wait. Shall we take them with us to the Throne Room mi'lord?" Alcatraz suggested.

Momonga agreed. "Yes, it wouldnt hurt now wouldnt it?"

His roleplaying friend chuckled. "No, no it wont."

"Follow me." He ordered. Sebas and the maids bowed respectfully, showing that they had heard and acknowledged the order.

Nazarick Throne Room, 10th Floor

Eight minutes before shutdown.

Reaching the Throne Hall, finding Albedo standing patiently beside the [Throne of the Kings]. Momonga noticed something in her hands.

"I knew there was a World Class Item here, but how is it that there are two of them here now?" He said almost annoyed.

"Perhaps since it is the last day of the game, everyone just decides to just do whatever they want." He thought out. "People do that most of the times." He added.

Momonga hummed as he just let out a tired sigh. Silently deciding to just respect his comrade's wish who had just give the item to Albedo.

"Dont worry about it, mi'lord." He chuckled as a cheeky emoticon appeared.

"I know," He let his head hung. "let's just make use of whatever time is left now."

"That we can agree to."

As both players approached the base of the stairs leading to the throne, Momonga ordered Sebas and the Pleiades to stand by at the base of the stairs of the throne. Alcatraz just slowly walked up beside the Throne and stood there like a guard. Pleasurably roleplaying without any shame at all.

Momonga then opened up a console to Tabula's NPC and began reading the lore set into her. It was very very long. Up until he reached the end of the text, Momonga was very surprised at the bluntness of a certain phrase.

"She is a slut." Is what it says.

"Eh?" Momonga made a small sound. Something that Alcatraz's trained hearing managed to pick up.

"Is there something wrong?" Alcatraz turned to his friend, confused before noticing an opened console, assuming he was reading on Albedo's lore. "...I guess that there is something in the text?"

Momonga still shocked on the text he had read, Alcatraz walked up to his side and read the words that caught his eye.

"...I have no words." He said plainly.

"Tabula really went overboard on the lore." The skeleton player groaned. "The backstory is too much to handle."

"Perhaps you should change it." The undead suggested. "It would be better than her being a slut." He said before returning to the side of the Throne, acting like a royal guard to the king.

Momonga went silent before agreeing to his friend's words. Using the staff as an editing tool and activating the administrator protocols, allowing him to change anything to the NPC Albedo. He erased the slut line and replacing it with: "She is deeply in love with Momonga".

Conflicted if he should apply the new edit, his friend noticed his friend's hesitance on tapping the confirmation button.

"Dont hesitate on changing it my lord." He said, getting his attention. "Whatever you are changing it from her, it is better than keeping her as a slut. And I do not judge your actions, nor do others. Plus, if Touch-Me were here, he would agree to change it and possibly punish Tabula for giving her a 'discrete' backstory.

"And besides, I see no problem nor danger in that. You have the authority to change rules within this tomb. Many guild members will understand. Besides, for the 'slut' are nothing but a disgrace to the world for that they use their own bodies to get what they want."

Momonga was quite surprised by the statement his friend gave. And it had logic too. But it is no wonder why many Heteromorphic players like him, with the exception of few Human and Demihuman races, he gives advice to both the world and game.

Some of the community gave him the nickname "The Shepard", for he guides people and leads them to safety. "The Reaper" for he reaps his foes without any mercy and kills them without hesitance on the paling odds given. "The Ghost" for he appears nowhere and disappears from time to time, making his appearance barely known. Almost like an assassin, making others mistaken for him having an assassin or rogue build.

With that, he was known to be feared among the Human and Demihuman community, whilst the Heteromorphic see him as their vanguard against the PK assholes.

That being said, it is also one of the reasons why he has given the [Death Sickle] anyways.

"You really outdo yourself by the titles given to you Alcatraz-san." He complimented.

"I am merely but a man with a thoughful mind, also having so many quotes from books and movies. That being said, I also made some quotes myself, but I think its too late to show them all since we have limited time for this dying world..." Said the undead player in a depressed expression, seeing that there is only at least 30 seconds left.

"...It was fun playing with you Alcatraz-san. I hope we meet again in the future my friend. I really do." Said with both hope and sadness in his voice.

"...Everyone has their goals, but it can be changed." Alcatraz spoke in a deep tone that would complement itself as a narrator. "Without it, it is almost we are without our soul within us, just nothing but puppets lacking emotion or feelings. It wouldnt make life easy, hah, it never even was. But with help from others, others that you can truly rely on, together we will surely make our way towards freedom and peace."

Momonga was in awe. From all these years knowing his friend, he was not much of a talker nor a peoples-person, but he knows how to sooth the atmosphere with words. Listening to his friend's words, he silently compared his life to these spoken words.

"Life may not be easy, but death is never the answer for that. We have too many things to do with our lives out there in the world, and nothing is out of our reach for our lives." He shook his head dramatically for the show. "Hope, is one of the things that keeps us going and alive. And until to the very end to our lives, we will succeed." He finished with a serious emoticon.

He paused, before turning his gaze to Momonga. "That is my very own work, my lord. A bundle of quotes huddled into one, motivating one. I hope with this, you wouldnt forget it and have at least some of my words kept into your mind. It may one day help with you in your life, for I have dealt with mine."

"I will my friend... I will." Momonga said finally, closing his eyes as the countdown finished.

Now with that done, Momonga removed the gear, stood up and stretched his body. After that, he finally went to his bed and gotten a good night's sleep.

Or... Was that supposed to end?

Nazarick Throne Room, 10th Floor (After the shutdown: 00:00:02)

Momonga opened his eyes, blinking. He wondered why is he still in the game and not in his bedroom.

"...Whats going on?"

"Momonga-sama, your still here?" Alcatraz said, utterly confused.

"Alcatraz-san?"

"What the hell is going on?" The undead player tried to open up a console, but only waving around air. "What?!"

"Um... Is there something wrong my lords?"

Both players froze the moment they heard a woman's voice. Beautiful that it was.

They looked to where the source of the voice was and then found it. It was Albedo. Both were surprised that the NPC can talk without a cinematic command.

"You... You speak?" Momonga said. Mentally surprised by the sound of his voice. It was deep, commanding with respect and authority.

"My lord?" She asked confused.

"Do not mind m-our lord's current behavior, Albedo." Alcatraz smoothly saved, which Momonga mentally thanked him. Alcatraz's voice sounds deep yet distorted. He does not sound muffled even though he wore a mask. "But I must ask, do you not feel the change that swept through around us?"

"No my lord, I did not notice any change. Please forgive me." She bowed her head.

Meanwhile, Alcatraz was just silently winging it. His mind was in panic, but his instincts before on commanding people or unit came in.

He dismissively waved the worry. "Dont worry about it, but we have currently felt there is something wrong around..."

He experimentally used {Message} thoughtfully before hearing the connection made. [Momonga-sama, can you hear me?]

Momonga would visibly be tensed if he has any skin. [Alcatraz-sama? How-]

[Apparently the {Message} works like in-game, obviously not text, but I guess secret telepathy in a way] He mumbled at the last part.

[But something is off in here though, were still in the game. Did the Devs put up an extension?]

[No, the fucking devs dont fool around when it comes to ending the game. They did go on out for it] He said. [But we'll think about that later, we need to do something with them first. You're the guildmaster, order something to them]

[Why cant you!?]

[Because, I'm only a guildmember. And besides, the leader should always take the lead first. Which is you] Alcatraz coolly replied.

Momonga would snarly replied back to him but agreed to the thought. He did have a point about the leader taking the point first than the 2nd in command.

"Sebas," Momonga spoke out something out of his mind. "Go out of Nazarick and scout the surroundings. Please take one of the Pleiades with you. If you encounter intelligent creatures, interact peacefully with them and invite them to the Tomb. If not, retreat and report to me. Do not stray more than one kilometer from the tomb and avoid unnecessary combat. And for the rest of the Pleiades, guard the 9th Floor in case any intruders were caught wandering around." He suddenly noticed the change of his voice. It was deep, clear, and commanding with respect to authority.

"Understood, my master!"

Once more the chorus of voices rang out. Sebas and the maids bowed once more to their lord who sat upon the throne, then stood and left simultaneously.

A great weight seems to lift off from Momonga's chest. Seeing his body language, Alcatraz mentally chuckled at the amusement to his friend.

And suddenly, Momonga had a great idea and turned to Albedo. "Um, Albedo come here."

"Yes my love!" She said enthusiastically.

'"My love"?' Alcatraz thought confused before suspecting he was correct in his assessment.

"May I touch you?" He could swear that Albedo's cheeks have red on them. Meanwhile, Alcatraz was having a great 'what the fuck' storm currently in his mind. But after thinking of other possible things, also perverted but he pushed them aside, he just shrugged. But of course he will stop his friend if he goes too far.

"Of course Momonga-sama!" And then Momonga touched her skin. It was smooth, her skin so white. As he slowly moved towards her wrist, he felt it.

The pulse, it was there.

She is alive.

Momonga was looking at his own hands, then glancing to his arms. Alcatraz was also checking himself, but not openly as he was... private about it.

[Alive isnt she?] Alcatraz spoke.

[Y-Yes] Momonga sputtered out. [This is really surprising!] He shouted.

A smile would be seen in Alcatraz if it werent for his mask. But the next words from Momonga would make him knock his head out. Entirely.

"Albedo... May I touch your breasts?"

"...Eh?"

A jaw-dropping expression would be on Alcatraz for this one.

The air around them seem to freeze. Albedo's eyes went wide open.

[...My lord, what are you doing?] He said deadpanned.

[I-I-I wanted to test s-something out!] He stuttered, almost afraid what will his friend's reaction be like next. [It's s-something about the r-rules of um, YGGDRASIL!]

[...] Alcatraz said nothing but stared at his friend before looking away tiredly.

"Of course, Momonga-sama. Please, help yourself."

'WHAT THE FUCK!?' Would be the current thought on Alcatraz. 'This is sooo fucking out of the question when testing something...' He really wanted to do it, but he is not that perverted.

[Do it quick, Momonga-san] Speaking his name made Momonga shiver from the chills. Even he is a skeleton now. [Or else I will cut your hands that touched the twin hills of pilllows]

[I-I will!] He said almost instantly.

Momonga steadied his hands with a sheer force of will, steeled his resolve, and reached out. The first thing Momonga felt was something hard under the dress, followed by a soft, yielding sensation.

"Fuahh.. haaa..." As Albedo moaned wetly, Momonga completed another experiment.

This would explain his theory.

There was a possible moment that YGGDRASIL shut down, and a new game maybe "YGGDRASIL II" had immediately taken place.

However, in this experiment, that case is atomically small.

R-18 actions were strictly prohibited in these games, maybe also R-15 actions as well. Momonga would be logged out forcefully out of the game the moment he touched her breasts,

If they were still in a game world, the company should have made it impossible for players to do such things. If the GMs and the game companies were watching, they would have prevented Momonga from performing lewd actions. However, there was no sign of any resistance or opposition.

If that was the case, he would need to throw out all his previous theories and think in other directions, otherwise, he would never find the answer.

The problem was that he had no idea where to start. And there was another possibility...

...The possibility that the virtual world had become a reality.

"...Oi," Alcatraz said darkly. "Your time is up." His words managed to remove Momonga's moment train of thought as he realized he was still fondling Albedo's breasts.

"A-Ah!" He quickly returned his hand. But Albedo was still moaning in pleasure. "Sorry Albedo."

A sensual moan came from the red-faced Albedo, and he could practically feel her body heat raising the surrounding temperature.

"Will I have my first time here?" She asked meekly. "With Alcatraz-sama watching us?"

That made the two caught off guard by that question.

""...Eh?""

"Would it be better if I disrobed myself? Or would you like to unwrap me, Momonga-sama? Or if we did it while I was wearing the dress, afterward… it would get dirty… no, if you want me to wear this dress, I have no objections, Momonga-sama."

"Enough," Alcatraz said almost suddenly, he was even surprised that he spoke. "there is no time for that sort of thing."

For Albedo, Alcatraz would have sounded angry and maybe a bit disgusted in his tone. His eyes shone darkly red, almost with anger. She quickly bowed her head. "M-My apologies! I allowed myself to be ruled by my desires despite the urgency of the situation!"

Feeling satisfied, Alcatraz turned to his friend. "My lord, we need to focus on the situation rather than these unnecessary actions. What are your orders for Albedo?"

"Please give me any command you desire." Her head still bowing.

"Umu... Tell the Guardians of each Floor, with the exception of the Fourth and the Eighth Floors, to meet at the Colosseum on the Sixth Floor in an hour's time. I will contact Aura and Mare myself, so there is no need to inform them."

"Understood. Allow me to repeat the order; aside from Aura and Mare of the Sixth Floor, I am to inform all the Floor Guardians to meet one hour later at the Colosseum."

Momonga nodded. "Correct. Now go."

"Yes." Albedo swiftly departed the Throne Room.

As he watched the retreating Albedo, Momonga let himself sigh, in a way that suggested he was thoroughly exhausted.

"...My lord."

Momonga felt a shiver going down his spine.

"Aside from this... current situation, what have you changed in Albedo's settings?" Alcatraz said neutrally.

"U-Um... I changed "She is a slut" to "She is in love with Momonga." He admitted.

"..."

Alcatraz just stared at his friend, to which Momonga felt like it was for eternity.

"I-It was supposed to be a joke!" He quickly reasoned. "If I'd known that this would happen, I wouldn't have done it!"

Alcatraz just let out a heavy sigh and shook his head. "I should have known that you're that kind of a person, my lord."

"A-Alcatraz-san!" Momonga shouted in embarrassment. "I-I am n-not what you think I am!"

"Chill the fuck out, Momonga-sama." He said plainly. "I knew the reason why you touched Albedo that way... Even though I felt envy on that, we should now know that rule 18 doesnt work. And that we are not in the game no more." He said seriously. And also switching the topic quick enough to make sure his friend won't focus on that.

"W-What do you mean by that Alcatraz-san?" He said, quietly calming down.

"I believe this is real life now." He said, looking around the Throne room. "If you dont believe me, than how come she had a pulse? How come we can smell her? And her skin soo smooth like it was polished so many times."

Momonga was surprised. "H-How did you know-"

"I guessed, and also I read on how you react when you touched her wrist." He deadpanned. "I can smell her even though my nerves are dead. But still, whats wrong in staying in this reality?" He grinned.

"What do you mean by that?"

"If this is a dream reality, then I better make full use out of it!" He laughed. "Whats the point in not fully extending your wings if you have it for a reason!?"

Surprised by his friend's analysis, he was convinced by his friend's guess that this is now real. Everything is real. The NPCs are alive.

They are alive.

"But anyhow, I feel like we should test our strength. Im not 100 percent sure if the other NPCs are loyal to us, but just in case we need to fight our way through." He suggested.

Momonga nodded as he stood up. "Agreed."

"So we're heading to the Colosseum to meet with the other guardians?"

"Yes, and also what you have said: testing our strength."

Alcatraz chuckled. "Coincidence I suppose. I did not meant to make a plan that way." He commented.

The undead player raised his hand with the [Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown]. "We can use these to go there by the instant. Not sure how to use this, but I think we should picture the place. I'll try."

Alcatraz then started picturing the place of the Colosseum. Almost immediately, everything went dark, and suddenly his surroundings are different. He was not in the Throne Room anymore, and now some kind of a stone tunnel.

[My lord, the ring works as expected. Just picture the place and you'll be there]

[I go to you then]

Almost afterward, Momonga appeared in front of Alcatraz.

"Whoah, that felt a bit... sensible."

"Blackens out your vision then changes your surroundings." He shrugged. "I suppose we'll get used to it sooner or later anyways."

Nazarick, Amphitheater Colosseum 6th Floor

Exiting the tunnel, they immediately saw a circular arena, surrounded on all sides by many tiers of audience seats. The Colosseum was an oval in shape, one hundred eighty meters on its long axis and one hundred fifty meters on the short axis. It was forty meters tall and modeled after the arenas of the Roman Empire.

The audience was composed of many clay dolls, golems, showed no sign of activity.

"Impressive as always." Alcatraz muttered. He had gone into the 6th floor almost often to test and experiment his fighting style to see if its effective in a way that he'll use it in PVP. He would have not taken in a deep breath if this were still a virtual reality, but sensing all of it coming to reality?

It still takes the hit.

"No matter how many times I go here, I'm still fascinated by the sky Blue Planet created here. It puts my mind to rest." Even though the sky was a fake, it still is beautiful to see. And it would pass that the place wasn't even underground.

Momonga looked around, noticing nobody was present. 'The twins should be taking care of this place...'

"Toooooooh!" After the shout, a figure leaped from the VIP box. They looked towards the source and saw a figure from a distance that leaped from the VIP box. A child of about eleven had descended from above. Her face bore a smile that was as bright as the sun. She was adorable, with the androgynous appeal of both a boy and a girl.

"V!" She did a V symbol with both of her hands for victory.

Her hair resembled threads of spun gold, and it grazed her shoulders. The light reflected off the strands of hair resembled an angel's halo. Her mismatched eyes, one blue, one red, seemed as eager and sparkly as a puppy's.

She wore a shirt of light leather armor, reinforced with red dragon's scales. The emblem of Ainz Ooal Gown was proudly displayed on her vest, stitched in gold onto a white background. Below that, she wore a pair of white pants, matching her vest. A necklace with a glittering golden acorn pendant hung from her neck, and she wore a pair of gloves reinforced with plates of enchanted metal.

Aura, one of Bukukbukuchagama's creation.

Aura jogged over to the guildmembers of Ainz Ooal Gown, rapidly closing the distance between them. And then that, Aura screeched to a halt. It threw up clouds of dust as they ground against the floor of the arena. The clouds did not touch Momonga's body, which was impressive.

"Welcome Lord Momonga-sama and Lord Alcatraz-sama!"

The greeting had the same feeling of respect that Albedo, Sebas, and the maids had for them. But for some reason, it felt more intimate.

[She doesnt give any hostilies Alcatraz-san, the {Enemy Scan} revealed nothing]

[Wait, did you just use {Enemy Scan} on her?] Alcatraz said confused. [What are you my lord, paranoid?]

[It doesnt hurt if your being careful]

[And it would pain the others that you wouldnt trust them much]

Before Momonga could reply, Alcatraz quickly spoke before Aura could notice that she might misunderstand that she offend them in some way.

"Hello Aura, we may be intruding for a while."

And with that, Aura was surprised. "What do you mean Alcatraz-sama?! You and Momonga-sama are our masters, there's no place you'd be intruding if you visited!"

[See? They are loyal to us, but I assume that we should also remain superior to them as well] If Alcatraz was able to look at his friend, he would have given a curving brow. Momonga silently thanked him.

"Aura, it is a warm welcome for us." Momonga said warmly. "But if I may ask, where is your brother?" Upon hearing his question, Aura blinked in surprise. Almost like she realized something and turned around and loudly shouted:

"Mare! Hurry up and get down here, you're being rude to the Supreme Beings!"

A voice replied from the VIP box. "B-But its too high for me, sister!"

"Mare!"

"I, I got it!" And with that, Mare jumped down from the ledge. He felt particularly wobbly on his landing, but he doesn't seem to be hurt.

After that, he immediately began running over as quickly as he could. However, his top speed is still much slower than Aura's.

"Hurry up!"

"Y-Yes!"

As he arrives, she quickly bowed and apologized to the Supreme Beings. "I-I'm sorry I kept you waiting, my lords."

Alcatraz hummed, before gently speaking to Mare. "Do not worry about it Mare, it is alright. My lord would agree with me hm?"

Momonga nodded. Seeing that both the Supreme Beings don't seem to be offended, Mare gave another thanks.

"Anyways, we are glad to see you two are in good spirits." He smiled.

"I'm positively overflowing with energy… although it's been a bit boring recently. It would be nice if we had an intruder or two." Aura grinned.

"I, I would rather not have to meet intruders… they, they're scary…" Mare said timidly.

After hearing Mare's words, Aura's expression changed.

"...Haa. Momonga-sama, please excuse me for a while. Mare, come with me."

"O-Oww… Nee-chan, that hurts…"

After seeing Momonga nod slightly, Aura pinched Mare by the tip of one of his ears and dragged him away from Momonga. Then, she began whispering into Mare's ear. Even from a distance, one could tell that she was scolding him.

Alcatraz gave out a sigh. "Aura and Mare, they really remind me of those two."

Momonga smiled at that, the scene does really remind him of the brother and sister who were their friends.

""Little brothers should listen to their big sisters" is how she would put it huh?"

Alcatraz nodded in amusement. "In some way, she is correct. But not all the time that the brothers should listen to their sisters though... Aura and Mare, they died once before right?"

Momonga went quiet on that. "We never take that into an account did we?"

"We never have, since we never did think that they'd come to life."

"You said something similar like-"

"Some time ago, I know." He cut him off. "But it felt like it was the right time to say so too."

He paused, quietly watching the scene of the two with Aura bickering with Mare who was timidly hearing his sister arguing about 'offending their masters' or something the same to that concept.

"Is it possible to resurrect them like in the game?" Alcatraz said. "Or is it possible to revive?"

Now that was a good question.

According to the game's rules, death would cost the character five levels and forcefully make him drop one of his equipped items. And in other words, players who are below level five would disappear immediately. Players are specially exempt from this and would not vanish, they will only be reduced to the minimum of level one.

Using spells like {Resurrection} or {Raise Dead}, which are the most common revive spells in the game, would able to mitigate the level loss. And if using a cash item, they would only lose a bit of EXP.

Its simpler for NPCs since you just have to pay the fees to resurrect them, they would be recalled back to life without any ill effects.

Anyways, with all of this in mind, the two people (they are alive now, not programs anymore so lets call them that) who died from the 1500 man invasion be in the same mind after their resurrection?

Momonga wanted to verify this, but he felt like he would disturb them greatly. For all he knew, the invasion might have been a traumatic experience for Aura. It would be unwise to question her in a manner when she had shown no signs of hostility. The important thing is that they were the lovingly crafted NPCs of his friends in Ainz Ooal Gown.

Additionally, the concept of death in-game might be different from the outside of it. And obviously if one were to die in reality, its the end, game fucking over. But that's not the case right now. He wanted to perform experiments on this, but he needed to make sure to collect the needed data information and establish priorities. And since it's not really the most important thing to be focused on right now, he put it aside.

"If I thinking what you are thinking what I had said," Alcatraz said quietly, getting his friend's attention. "Do not think on doing that." He emphasized heavily on the word 'not'.

"Alcatraz-san, I wasnt really thinking about doing it now!" He admitted, since for all he knew his friend's tolerance is almost quite high. "But there's a possibility we might have to try it sooner or later-"

"They are living beings now, my lord." He said darkly, causing Momonga to quickly shut up right now. "Not a data-compacted program anymore. So if you think about doing an experiment now..."

He didnt finished his sentence, but Alcatraz knew that he was quite sure that Momonga got the message.

"...Im sorry, Alcatraz-san." He said sorrowfully. "But the day will come for that, but it will not be one of from Nazarick."

He glanced to his friend and said "...Condition settled." ending the conversation.

"Aura, that's enough for now." Momonga said. "Leave him be." Putting the argument they had talked recently aside, he really wanted to do some other business he needs to check after this.

"B-But my Lord! As a guardian, he-"

"It's fine. Aura, I understand how you feel. It is only natural that you would feel unhappy if Mare, as a Floor Guardian, said such a cowardly thing, especially if it were in my presence. However, I believe that if anyone invaded the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, you and Mare would fearlessly step forward to engage them. There is no need for scoldings as long as one does what is required of them when the time comes."

Momonga walked up to between the two of them and helped Mare up. "And Mare, you should be grateful to your kind sister. Even if I were angry, I could not remain so after seeing how your sister scolded you."

"Eh? No, no, it's not like that. I wasn't scolding him to show off in front of you, Momonga-sama!"

"Its fine." He said gently. "It doesn't matter what you had in mind. I understand your kind intentions Aura. However, I tell you that I'm not dissatisfied with Mare's performance as a Guardian."

"Um, ah, yes, yes! Thank you, Momonga-sama!" Aura said cheerfully.

"Th-Thank you very much…" Mare replied shyly, with his cheeks tinted with a fade of red.

Momonga felt uncomfortable as he watched the two of them bow to him. He felt particularly ill at ease as he saw them look at him with their shining eyes. In order to camouflage the embarrassment, he felt at being looked at that way. Before Momonga could do something, Alcatraz quickly spoke.

"Aura, I think you said something about being bored because there were no intruders?" He said with a raised brow.

"Ah, no, that, about that…" After seeing Aura's fearful reaction, Momonga felt somewhat bad on Alcatraz's question to her.

"I do not intend to reproach you for your answer, so feel free to speak your mind."

"...Yes, a little. There's nobody around here who can spar with me for more than five minutes." Aura touched her index fingers together before looking up hopefully to Momonga.

"Would you like a spar with me then?" Asked Alcatraz with a gentle tone, but filled almost with pleasure of excitement. Which Momonga had taken notice upon.

"N-No, my Lord!" She quickly says, waving her hands around. "I didnt mean it that way. I'm pretty sure you would massacre me within minutes, Lord Alcatraz!"

Alcatraz chuckled. "I'm just teasing you Aura, no need to get serious." He patted her head, closing his eyes, making it into an eye smile.

"...Wuahhh." She said, feeling the touch of her master's hand gently patting her head. Mare felt a little bit jealous of her being touched by the Supreme Being.

Alcatraz retracted his hand before giving another side look to Mare. "What about Mare, he should be able to spar with you then?"

Almost immediately, the boy cowered and trembled at the idea. With eyes on him, the two players conceived that it wouldn't happen. "Nevermind then."

Mare's body trembled as he shrank away. He shook his head with moist eyes, and he looked very afraid. Aura sighed as she saw the way he looked.

As Aura sighed, a sweet scent filled the surrounding air. Unlike the fragrance Albedo radiated, this scent seemed somewhat persistent. As he remembered Aura's ability, Momonga took a step away from the scent.

Unlike the sweet full fragrance that Albedo radiated, this scent seemed somewhat persistent. Remembering Aura's ability, Momonga took a step back away from the scent. Alcatraz just stood still, with his mask on he wouldn't be able to smell anything. Plus it was enchanted with several spells.

And additionally, he was undead. Mind-affecting effects wouldn't work on him, so why Momonga took a step back when he is immune to this kind of effect?

As Aura noticed the Supreme Beings' strange reaction, she hurriedly dispersed the scent with her hand. Something clicks as a light bulb went up inside her head. How could she be so careless?

"Ah-! I'm sorry my Lords!" Among Aura's skills as a Beast Tamer, there were certain passive skills that had buffing and debuffing effects. These abilities acted through her breath and had a radius of several meters, some even up to ten meters. With the effect of certain skills, that radius could be enlarged to unbelievable proportions. In YGGDRASIL, icons representing buffs and debuffs appeared in one's field of vision, so one could see if they were under the effect of an ability. However, no indication of these changes appeared before him, which made things quite troublesome.

"Ah, it should be fine now, I cancelled it!"

"Is that so…"

"...Although you're undead, so mind-affecting effects shouldn't work on you, right, Momonga-sama?"

Alcatraz turned a look to his friend. 'Are you serious dude?' Look on his face.

"...Was I within the effective radius?" Momonga ignored his friend's expression and asked another question.

Aura lowered her head in fear, and so did Mare beside her.

"...I"m not angry, Aura," Momonga said in as gentle a voice as he could manage. "Aura… You don't have to be so afraid. Do you think such a simple skill would inconvenience me? I was simply asking if I was within the effective range of your skill."

"Yes! Just now, you and Alcatraz-sama were within range of my skill."

"Aura, I was just thinking that your skill should not have an effect on people from the same guild… the same group."

"Eh?"

Aura's eyes went wide, much as Mare's did from the side. Judging from their reactions, Momonga realized that they did not agree with him.

"Am I mistaken?"

"Yes… Could it be you mixed it up with the ability to freely change the range of one's skills?" She asked, although not really understanding what Momonga truly meant.

[So it seems that friendly fire is enabled... This is new] Alcatraz gave his thoughts.

[Yeah, it looks like we need to be more careful now]

"Now if you both are wondering why we are here, we'll be conducting a little bit of training and experimenting here."

"Training!? You and Alcatraz-sama?"

Aura and Mare's eyes were so wide it seemed like they might fall out of their sockets.

"Indeed." Momonga said, tapping his staff to the ground once.

Seeing Momonga's swift reply and hearing the light impact of his staff to the ground, realization dawned on Aura's face. Momonga was quite pleased with himself, as this reaction had fallen to his expectation.

"Is, is that the legendary weapon of the highest order which only you may wield, Momonga-sama?"

Momonga had his doubts, but after seeing Mare's shining eyes, he knew the question had not been asked with ill intentions.

"Indeed, this is the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown, which I made with my guild members."

Momonga raised the Staff, and it immediately radiated a beautiful glow which lit up its surroundings. The glow was as blinding as the Staff itself. However, the surroundings were filled with inauspicious flickering shadows, which emitted an aura of menace.

"The seven gems in the Staff's snake mouths are all divine class artifacts. Since they all belong to a set, having them together unlocks even greater power beyond their base abilities. Gathering them all required an incalculable amount of time and effort, and many of our members stated that they wanted to quit during the process. I can't remember how many monsters we farmed for their drops… anyway, in addition, the Staff's power is beyond that of a divine class item. In fact, it almost approaches that of a World Class Item. Its most potent feature is its automatic engagement system... Ahem, or. . . something like that."

[Heheheh, so basically its your big bad toy huh?] He grinned.

[Dont make me more embarrassed please Alcatraz-san] He groaned as the zombie player chuckled.

"Tha-that's amazing…"

"That's totally awesome, Momonga-sama!"

Alcatraz just chuckled a bit more from their response.

Momonga almost laughed as he saw their eyes. He tried his best to suppress the delighted expression on his face — although skeletons had no expressions — and continued on.

"Which was why I wanted to run some experiments with this Staff. I hope you can help me."

"Yes! Understood! We'll go prepare right away! Then… could we see the power of the Staff?"

"Mm, that's fine. Then, I shall show you a fraction of the power of this mighty Staff with the effort of me and Alcatraz-san."

"This will be interesting." He chuckled playfully.

"Awesome~" Aura exclaimed as she jumped up and down adorable. Mare was hard-pressed to hide his delight, as could be seen from the twitching tips of his ears.

"...And there is one more thing, Aura. I have already ordered the other Guardians here. They will arrive within the hour."

"Eh? Then, then we need to get ready for-"

"No, there is no need. All you need to do is stay here and wait for them."

"Is that so? Hm… all the Guardians - so that means Shalltear's coming too?" She said with a slight pout.

"All the Guardians."

"...Haa." Aura's long ears suddenly drooped. Mare's reaction was not as exaggerated as Aura's. According to her backstory, Aura was designed to have a poor relationship with Shalltear, but that was probably not the case for Mare.

[Heheh, that confirms it, they do act like each other]

[Huh? What do you mean?] Said Momonga confused, not getting what his friend meant.

[Shalltear is created by Perorocino, Aura and Mare were both created by Bukubukuchagama, his sister. With the exception of Mare, Shalltear and Aura hate each other, but not to a... lethal extent]

[Huh, now you say it, you got a point]

Some minutes later. . .

"Preparations are complete! We're gonna go off to the side now, my Lords!" Aura said with a grin as she quickly stepped out of the way with Mare, giving the two players space.

Bone daddy nodded in appreciation as he fixed his sights on the straw figures a few meters in front of him.

"So, you want to go first or should I?"

"My lord should have the first go." He bowed, almost dramatically. If one were to compare, he would be Ulbert's predecessor in roleplaying. In a 'loyalist' way.

Ignoring his friend's over an exaggerated answer, he nodded and raised his hand towards the direction of the straw figure, preparing to cast a spell on the strawman in the corner of the arena.

Momonga did not know many pure damage spells. Instead, he focused on instant death spells with additional effects. As a result, he was less effective against non-living entities. He should have selected a simple damaging spell against a target like the one before him, but Momonga's levels were largely in necromancy-type classes, which strengthened his necromantic spells. However, the effectiveness of these spells was several notches below a character whose class levels enhanced combat spells.

Momonga sighed softly, and then looked back at the strawmen. It was quite troubling to have people look at him with expectation in their eyes. His objective this time was to verify that they would be able to use magic.

It was a power hidden within him. Just like how he had deactivated his negative touch, Momonga focused within himself. An icon appeared, as though floating in mid-air-

'Bingo...'

And Momonga smiled in delight.

He was fully aware of information like the spell's effective radius, its recast delay, and so on. Knowing this information, being sure of his power filled him with a surging excitement and warm satisfaction. Unlike in YGGDRASIL, he felt that the magic was part of him. This was a satisfaction he could never have experienced in YGGDRASIL.

Momonga had memorized almost all of the spells he had known in YGGDRASIL, from the 1st Tier to the 10th Tier, and he considered which one to use now.

He channeled the jubilation in his heart - although his mood calmed quickly, he could still feel joy and excitement - into his fingertip, and spoke the words:

"{Fireball}."

An expanding globe of flame shot out from the finger pointing at the strawman. The fireball struck the strawman unerringly, as he had predicted. It burst, releasing a wave of scorching flame that blew the strawman away. The inner part of the fireball exploded, turning the strawman and the surrounding area into a sea of fire.

All this happened in an instant. Then, besides the blackened strawman, there was nothing left.

"Impressive..." Alcatraz muttered out.

Momonga was not finished and quickly turned to the other strawmen.

"{Fire Impact}." Almost suddenly, an explosion just happened to where Momonga was pointing towards the direction of the strawman.

The recast time between spells was the same as in YGGDRASIL. The actual process of casting was faster than in YGGDRASIL. Previously, in order to cast an area effect spell, he would need to choose the spell, then move the area effect cursor over the desired area. The process now was quicker than that.

Much quicker.

"Perfect..." Momonga said, if he were to have skin, he would be seen smiling.

"Momonga-sama, should I prepare more strawmen?" Aura asked.

Aura and Mare were confused by this. They are aware that their lord Momonga is a might magic caster, they didnt feel the show before them was anything special.

"Alcatraz-san, would you like to try?" He turned to his friend, who was usually quiet.

Looking at him for a few seconds, he nodded his head. Momonga backed off a few steps, with Alcatraz stepping forward.

Alcatraz imitated what he witnessed beforehand, and concentrated whatever was within him. He felt it and began to release.

He stretched his hand outward, pointing towards the direction to the spare few strawmen.

"{Unholy Lighting: Burst}"

Dark lighting emerged suddenly, writhing around his arm before shooting out towards the strawmen. The purple lighting split into three, striking three nearby strawmen within the vicinity. The strawmen were cackling with dark lighting around them before completely turned into dust.

Alcatraz whistled with widen eyes. "Not bad." He muttered.

"That was 4th Tier right?" Momonga asked.

"{Unholy Lighting}," He nodded. "Although I may have changed it a bit. Originally the spell is supposed to shoot out one lighting, but then out of thought, I add in 'burst' out of nowhere. I thought it wouldn't work and would try again, but to my surprise it did."

"Wait, so you're saying we can alter our spells to how we can cast it?" Momonga said surprised. Not expecting this kind of information gained out of nowhere to an experiment.

Alcatraz shrugged casually. "We still do not know the capabilities or the restrictions that the world has given us. But, let's put that thought aside, the children seem to be expected of us."

Agreeing to his friend's suggestion, almost after that Aura asked them if they wish for more strawmen. They politely declined, since their experimenting on checking if they can cast is possible, is confirmed.

Almost suddenly, sounds of 'beeps' appeared in Momonga's mind.

[Momonga-sama] Spoke Sebas with a voice of respect.

"Sebas called me." Momonga said to his friend. "I'll take care of it."

Alcatraz nodded and went to the two dark elves, conversing with them in a gentle way. Like you talk to kids but in a more... matured way.

[I hope that everything went well without any problems?] He replied.

[Yes my lord, everything went well]

[How are the surroundings like?]

[My lord, we are surrounded by plains, with no intelligent creatures in sight]

[A plain...] He said surprised. [Not a swamp?] The Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick should have been bordered by a swamp that was inhabited by frog-like demihumans called Tuvegs. The swamp was shrouded in mist, and it was poisonous.

[Yes. There are only plains around us]

Momonga could not help but smile. All this was too much...

[In other words, the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick has been wholly transported to a different place? Sebas, is there anything floating in the sky, or did anything like a message appear?]

[No, there is nothing like that. The heavens are as boundless as the Sixth Floor's night sky]

[A night sky? Is there anything suspicious around you?]

[No my lord. I have not seen anything unusual. Besides the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, there are no other man-made structures in sight]

[Is that so… is that so…] What should he say? All Momonga could do was grab his head and try to think. But in his heart, he knew that this was most likely the case.

Sebas's silence was a subtle hint that he was awaiting orders. Momonga glanced at the strap on his left wrist. In another twenty minutes, the other Guardians would arrive. If that was the case, there was only one order he could give.

[Return in twenty minutes. When you come back to Nazarick, head to the Colosseum. All the Guardians will be coming, so when you arrive, I hope you will tell them about what you saw]

[Understood]

[Then, gather as much information as you can before you return] After hearing Sebas's acknowledgment, Momonga terminated the {Message} spell.

And just as he was about to sigh in relief that everything was over, he remembered the expectant looks on the twin's faces. He had already told them he was going to verify the Staff's power, so he had to let them see it. Momonga grasped the Staff and pondered which fraction of its might he should reveal.

The numberless powers within the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown seemed to be begging Momonga to unleash them.

"{Summon Primal Fire Elemental}."

In accordance with Momonga's will, the Orb of Fire grasped within one of the Staff's snake mouths pulsed with nuisance. Momonga could feel the movement of mighty, invisible power and thrust the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown forth. A vast ball of light bloomed from the tip of the Staff, and a vortex of roaring flame spilled forth from that globe of radiance.

The fires spun faster and faster until the tornado of flame reached a width of four meters and a height of six meters. The crimson inferno threw off gusts of scorching air in all directions.

From the corner of his eye, he could see the Dragonkin protecting Aura and Mare with their vast bodies. The searing winds made his cape flap violently. So intense was the heat that it would not have been unusual for a normal person to be burned by them, but Momonga had acquired a complete immunity to fire damage in order to negate one of the weaknesses of the undead, so it had no effect on him at all.

Alcatraz stood his ground with his eyes slightly squinting due to the glare and the brightness, brushing off harshly the wave of heat against his clothes and armor. Being part of an undead race (specifically a zombie) like Momonga, had his armor and clothes that completely negates the damage output that would have done to him, and would also giving him immunity to fire damage.

But just having an item doesn't mean he is completely safe. He also added in some immunity traits, although it would only give him immunity against to a several few elements of nature.

If the first layer of protection is broken, add another.

"Uwah..."

Aura was watching it intently as she made noises of surprise. As she looked upon the top tier elemental, something that even her summoning powers would not be able to bring forth, Aura's face bore a look of excited admiration, like a child who had just received a dearly beloved present.

Alcatraz chuckled. "You wish to fight it?"

"Ehhhhh?" After a moment of hesitation, Aura grinned innocently. Compared to a normal child's smile, hers was a little, no, the truth was that it was quite scary. In contrast, Mare's smile from the side seemed more like that of a child.

"Can I?" She exclaimed gleefully.

"Dont worry," Momonga confirmed. "It'll be fine even if you defeat it." Momonga shrugged to indicate that it was all right. The Staff could summon one Primal Fire Elemental a day. In other words, the Staff could summon another such being after one day had passed. As such, defeating it would not be a great loss.

"A-Ah, I-I suddenly remembered t-that I had something urgent to do…"

A hand reached out and firmly grasped Mare's arm, not allowing him to escape. His sister had no intention of fleeing. Aura's smile stopped Mare in his tracks. Perhaps to Momonga it might have been a cute girl's smile, but to the other person present, who looked almost the same as Aura, it was anything but cute, and Mare's face froze solid as he looked on it.

"Mare. Come mon! Let's have fun! This may be our only chance!"

"All right, try your best, you two."

"Kay~"

Aura responded energetically, in contrast with Mare's nearly inaudible and despondent reply. Momonga felt that as long as Mare was around, neither of them would get hurt. Thus, by the power of the connection between himself and his summoned creature, he ordered the Primal Fire Elemental to attack the twins.

As the conflagration that was the Primal Fire Elemental approached them, the twins met its attack with Aura as the frontliner while Mare was the rear guard. Aura slashed at the Primal Fire Elemental, holding her whip in both her hands, while Mare used magic to deal damage and support her sister.

"Well... It seems its going to be an easy fight." Momonga said.

"Ditto. And if we were to fight it, I doubt it wouldnt last for maybe 2 minutes less. That is, if we didnt go out fully." Alcatraz smiled. He could tank hits and stun them just enough for others to unleash their deadly arsenal.

"True, true..."

"So, what was that you were talking before?"

Momonga went silent for a moment before responding. "Were not in Hel anymore. Were no longer surrounded by a swamp, and the sky is clear with stars. Nothing surrounding us but plains of grass."

Alcatraz pondered what he meant that, but he quickly understood. "...What?"

"Really..." He said nonchalantly, although worried for future events.

"Were no longer in YGGDRASIL..." Alcatraz looked with, thinking of many possibilities that could happen. "I suppose you ordering the meeting with the Guardians might be a good thing."

Momonga was actually surprised by the lack of shock his friend has. From what he could think, Alcatraz was also an undead like him, different species but the same. Not sure if the emotion suppression he felt a while ago could only happen to Skeleton races, but it seems that he needs to ask him for that some time.

As the Primal Fire Elemental vanished slowly, the blazing heat they felt before began to cool off. As the Fire Elemental disappeared, Momonga could feel the link he had to it fading away, like smoke on the wind.

The Primal Fire Elemental possessed extraordinary attack power and stamina, but to Aura, who could ignore the damage of its area effect flames and could nimbly evade its blows, it was little more than a giant target.

Although Aura would still lose HP if she were attacked, Mare the druid would not permit that to occur. In fact, he had cast all sorts of buffs and debuffs to great effect during the battle. The two of them played their roles as frontliner and rear guard perfectly, with flawless teamwork. At the same time, Momonga could feel the reality of this battle, completely unlike those he had fought in the game.

"Yeeessh!"

"W-Whew, f-finally i-its done..."

"Lord Momonga, Lord Alcatraz! Did you see that!? How did we do?"

"You did marvelous, Aura and Mare. I am proud of you two."

"The two of you put up quite a good show." Alcatraz added with a smile.

The twins smiled happily as they heard their lords' sincere praise.

"Thank you, Momonga-sama! It's been some time since we had to work so hard!" The two of them tried to wipe off their sweat, but right after they did, more of it beaded on their skin, rolling down their dark skin.

Momonga silently opened his inventory, and withdrew a magic item - a Pitcher of Endless Water.

In YGGDRASIL, there were statuses like hunger and thirst, but neither of those applied to the undead Momonga, so he had no use for items like those. At most, he used them on his mounts.

And being the hoarder he is. . .

I mean, admit it guys. Momonga/Ainz is a hoarder, no matter who will deny it.

The glass pitcher was filled with water. Droplets of condensation immediately formed on the surface of the glass; probably because the water inside was very cold.

Momonga then took out a pair of beautiful glasses, filled them with water from the Pitcher, and gave them to the twins.

"Aura, Mare, have a drink."

"Eh? But that's not good, right, Momonga-sama…"

"Y-Yes, I can make water with my magic too…"

"Think nothing of it. The two of you have always done well. Think of this as my thanks to you."

"Fuwa~"

"Fuee~"

Aura and Mare's ears turned red, and they shyly, nervously reached out to take the glasses.

"Th-Thank you, Momonga-sama!"

"To, to think you would pour water for us, Momonga-sama!"

"I happen to have it with me, and the two of you deserved some of it." He chuckled. And at the same time, he wondered if this was delightful? I mean, its common sense to offer people a drink after an exhausting event or action.

Aura, who had ceased her protests, took the glass in both hands and downed it in one gulp. Droplets of water escaped the corner of her mouth, down the smooth curves of her pulsing throat and into the jerkin covering her chest. Mare held his cup with both hands and slowly sipped from it. The differences between them were obvious even in the way they drank water.

Momonga touched his throat as he saw the two of them. It felt like there was a thin layer of skin around his neck bones. To date, this body of his had not felt thirst, so it did not bother him. Although he was well aware that the dead would not feel this way, he could not help but think this was all a joke once he realized that he was no longer human.

"Alcatraz-san, would you be able to drink?" Momonga said.

Hearing the question, Alcatraz was actually wondering if he could drink. Skeletons wouldnt of course be able to eat or drink, but a Zombie? The flesh and muscles are still there, just dead.

"Hmmmm, I would like to try it, my lord."

Momonga then filled up a cup, and Alcatraz took the cup gently. Taking an experimental sip, he felt refreshed.

'Holy shit!' Eyes widening at how refreshing the water tastes like! He drank water and soda water before, but never this kind!

"...Genuine." He said.

"How was it?"

"Almost like your life was refreshed 30 times non-stop."

"...What?"

"Nevermind what I said." He quickly finished the water, surprised that they could actually drink it without any problems. Guess being a Zombie, you can still eat. Wondering if he could eat some tasty pizza that he saw in the pictures.

"Does anyone of you want more?" Momonga asked, upon seeing the twins finished their glasses of water.

"Er, thanks! I've drunk enough!"

"T-Thank you, my lord. I-I dont feel thirsty a-anymore."

"Alcatraz?" Turning his direction to the zombie with his pitcher raised.

Said zombie shook his head. "I'm good now, thank you my lord." Putting away his glass into his inventory. He'll give it back to his friend next time.

Aura suddenly whispered, "I thought Momonga-sama would be scarier than this."

"Oh? Really? Well, if you feel that way…"

"No no no, now is good! It's the best!"

"Then we'll leave it at that." Momonga was taken somewhat aback by Aura's passionate answer.

"Lord Mo-Momonga-sama, are we the only ones that you're nice to…?" Momonga was unsure how to answer Aura's muttered question. Instead, he patted her lightly on the head.

"Ehehehe." Aura looked like a puppy that had just seen something she liked, while Mare had a jealous look on his face.

Alcatraz noticed a pair of eyes looking at him as he smiled in amusement. He looked down at the elf, who started to fidget slightly and turning her head away the moment he had caught her staring.

"Is there something wrong, little girl?" He asked kindly, making an eye smile (you know how it looks like) showing the mischievousness. Aura gulped in nervousness, shaking her head furiously in disagreement as she bowed towards the zombie.

"N-no! There's nothing wrong with your majestic visage, my Lord!"

"You find my appearance... indifferent?"

Aura's body suddenly froze. She accidentally spurted out what she was NOT supposed to say out loud.

"Do you find him scary, Aura?" Momonga asked, like how one would ask a children when they experienced a nightmare.

"N-no! I-."

"I won't feel offended by your answer, Aura. I understand that you don't want to say it out loud. Just nod or shake your head. Just state what you are going to say."

After some moments of hesitation, Aura quietly shook her head before quickly speaking: "I-its not that I find Lord Alcatraz scary, it's just… I-I just wonder why he wears a mask."

After saying what she needs to say, she immediately squeezed her eyes shut, preparing to be scolded by the two Supreme Beings for indirectly insulting their greatness.

"Hahahahah," Alcatraz's laugh was gentle and wasn't filled with malicious intent. "So you were wondering why I wear this." He pointed at his face mask, one covering his lower part of his face.

"Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to let you know why." Slowly, the undead raised both of his hands and removed the facemask.

The two elves now know the reason why he wore a face mask.

It looked certainly liked mangled flesh, ripped, torn apart in an unceremonious way. The torn flesh makes it look like he was smiling in a devilish way. Aura was surprised, but panic quickly settled in her.

"L-Lord Alcatraz-sama!"

Before she or Mare could retort and heal their lord, he quickly stopped them with a raised hand.

"Calm yourselves, this is no problem." Slightly moving his mouth, feeling the lack of restriction from wearing his mask.

"B-But A-Alcatraz-sama, y-your face!" Mare said, with silent eagerness to heal their lord's horrific, torn up appearance.

"This face is a memoir." He said seriously. "It is a remembrance of a… part of my old life you would say, which happens to be my mistake on doing so."

'I would tell you that this is just my normal appearance, but it's just too interesting to not get this opportunity to troll them. Heheh.' It took a whole lot of willpower to not laugh out loud that Aura and Mare bought it easily. But then again, they see them as their gods and their words law. So yeah, it's got ups and downs to that.

"So please understand that," He says, slowly putting back the face mask on his face. "That I cannot let this old wound heal. No matter how much it takes."

"Yes!" She said. "I understand. Forgive me for putting up a horrible memory-"

"Aura, there's no need to apologize. You were just curious and all." He patted her head. "It is not a sin to be curious."

"Uwwahh~."

And just as Aura was feeling the warmth from her Supreme Being's hand gently brushing her head, a voice rang out:

"My my, am I the first one to arrive?"

The tone was archaic and formal, but the voice itself sounded like it belonged to a young person. A shadow formed over the ground, and then the shadow turned into what looked like a door, from which a person emerged.

She wore a black ball gown which looked soft to the touch. Her skirt was puffed up into a voluminous bell shape. On top of that was a bolero edged with frills, lace, and ribbons, as well as a pair of long silk gloves. Together, they covered up most of her skin.

Her skin was as pale as wax, and her looks could only be described as stunningly beautiful. Her long silver hair was tied up into a ponytail that descended from one side of her head, exposing her face. Her deep red pupils were filled with a seductive look of delight.

She looked to be fourteen years old, or younger, and her innocent, youthful appearance combined the qualities of cuteness and beauty into a single whole. However, her breasts bulged proudly forward in a decidedly abnormal manner.

Out came from the portal was Shalltear of the 1st to the 3rd Floors.

"...Weren't you told not to frivolously use {Gate} in Nazarick? We are warded against teleportation, after all. You should be able to walk here, so shouldn't you have come on foot, Shalltear?"

Aura said, annoyed. Mare trembling by the side, as he was slowly edging himself away from his sister. It also surprised the two from how quick the change was from an obedient-like puppy to an aggressive guard dog.

(My comparison)

Shalltear arrived via the highest tier of teleportation magic was called Shalltear. She did not even bother looking at Aura, who was scowling at her. Instead, she swiftly advanced to where Momonga and Alcatraz were.

"My most sincere greetings to you, my Lord Momonga and Lord Alcatraz~!" Shalltear said with joy, dipping her skirts to them as she bowed her head to them with great submission and respect.

A bewitching scent of some kind of perfume hung around her. It felt… kinda strong too.

Alcatraz focused all his willpower not to say: "What the hell is that smell?" due to him hating perfume in his past life.

"...Something stinks," Aura spat. Then, she followed up with, "Don't tell me you started rotting because you're undead?" Perhaps she saw Momonga reflexively raising his hand to sniff himself, but Shalltear furrowed her brows unhappily and replied with a face of disdain.

"...Is that not quite distasteful? Momonga-sama is undead as well."

"Hah? What nonsense are you talking, Shalltear? Momonga-sama is no mere undead being. He's more like a super undead, or a godly undead." Alcatraz let out a silent laugh. Thankfully he wore a mask, to which no one would see his facial expressions… Even if his mouth is… you already know.

"But, but Nee-chan, maybe you shouldn't have said that…"

"Is-is that so? All right, then, ah, take two, then. Ahem… Don't tell me you started rotting because you're a walking corpse."

'Still has the same meaning…' Momonga thought deadpanned.

"That… er, well, that seems okay, sort of."

After agreeing with Aura's take two, Shalltear placed her slender hands on the sides of Momonga's head, as though to embrace it.

"Ah, my master, my beloved master, the only one whom I cannot rule over…"

Her carmine lips parted, revealing a moist, slick tongue. The tongue moved like a living creature as Shalltear lovingly licked her lips. Her fragrant breath wafted out from her open mouth.

Although she was perfectly suited for the role of an alluring seductress in all other ways, she was far too young for it. The discrepancy between her expectations and reality was laughable. In addition, she was far too short. When she reached her hands out to hug Momonga, it looked like she wanted to hang from his neck instead.

'…What the fuck am I witnessing?' Alcatraz thought. 'Am I really in a weird erotic dream right now, or is this really what am I fucking witnessing?'

He then remembered that Shalltear was created by Perorocino, their casual resident guildmember pervert.

'Should have known…'

"...That's enough out of you…"

Shalltear reacted to the low growl for the first time. In a mocking tone, she told Aura, "Ara, are you still here, shorty? I couldn't see you, so I thought you were gone."

Aura's face was twitching uncontrollably, and then Shalltear ignored her and said to Mare, "It must be pretty tough for you, having such a crazy older sister."

'Oooo, low blow.' The zombie player thought.

Mare's face blanched instantly because he knew Shalltear wanted to use him to start a fight.

However, Aura simply smiled and replied with a smirk.

"Fake boobs."

Mission completed – Counterstrike "Bombshell" has confirmed a hit on a target.

[Ahhh, so that's why her boobs seem to be a tad bit bigger…]

Momonga thought the same.

"What!?"

Now that Shalltear's true nature had been revealed, she dropped the cultured act.

As they watch the two bickering with each other, Momonga and Alcatraz feeling amused by the scene in front of them and also the nostalgia. Actually remembering how a pair of certain siblings constantly arguing and fighting with each other like there's no tomorrow.

"What. A. Ruckus."

The inhuman voice came just as Momonga was reminiscing about the past. The strange, monotonous voice finally silenced the two of them.

The two turned their heads at the voice's origin. What they saw was a heteromorphic being shrouded in chilled air.

It stood two and a half meters tall and resembled a bipedal insect. It looked like some fiend had melded a praying mantis and an ant together. It had a tail that was twice as long as its body, and it was covered in sharp spikes which resembled icicles. Its powerful-looking mandibles looked like they could sever a man's arm in a single bite.

It grasped a platinum halberd in two of its hands, and in its other two hands were a masterfully-made mace wreathed in a black aura and a gnarled-looking broadsword which did not look like it could be sheathed.

It was surrounded by a frightening aura of cold. Its exoskeleton was a dull blue color and sparkled like diamond dust. Protrusions which looked like icebergs bulged up from its back and shoulders.

He was the Guardian of the Fifth Floor, the "Ruler of Glaciers", Cocytus.

"You. Stand. Before. A. Supreme. Being. Contain. Yourself."

"This brat started it!"

"Actually she-"

Shalltear and Aura locked gazes, while Mare panicked from the side. Alcatraz decided to stop this nonsense as he couldn't hold it any longer.

"...Shalltear, Aura. Playtime is over." He said in an annoyed tone.

The two of them shuddered in shock, then lowered their heads simultaneously.

"My sincerest apologies!" they said in unison.

Momonga thanked his friend through {Message} before accepting their apologies with a nod. Then he turned to Cocytus.

"Cocytus, you've come."

"I. Came. Immediately. Upon. Receiving. Your. Summons. Momonga-sama." The water in the air froze with a crackling sound as it made contact with the white vapor puffing out of Cocytus's mouth as he spoke.

"You must have been very free with no intruders around, no?"

"Indeed." The clacking from his lower mandibles sounded like the threatening noises of a wasp. However, Momonga had the feeling that he was laughing.

"Even. So. There. Are. Still. Things. Which. Must. Be. Done. So. I. Was. Not. Free. At. All."

"Oh? Things that had to be done? What things were these, may I ask?"

"Training. In. Order. To. Be. Ready. To. Deploy. At. Any. Time." Although it was not too obvious from his appearance, Cocytus was designed to be the quintessential warrior, be it in personality or body. Therefore, from the perspective of a weapon user, his attacks were the strongest in the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick.

"You've done all this for me. You've worked hard. My thanks." He nodded.

"After. Hearing. Your. Praise. The. Task. Is. Not. As. Tiring." Cocytus said, feeling flattered and proud as he straighten himself, puffing his chest out with pride.

"I. See. Demiurge. And. Albedo. Have. Arrived." Momonga and Alcatraz turned in the direction Cocytus was looking, at the entrance of the Colosseum, where he saw two figures enter. The one in front was Albedo, while a man followed behind her. Once she got close enough, Albedo smiled to Momonga and bowed deeply.

The man bowed and said, "Forgive me for keeping everyone waiting."

He was about one hundred eighty centimeters tall, and his skin was darkened from the sun. His facial features looked to be Oriental, while his jet-black hair was neatly combed back. The eyes under his pince-nez glasses could not even be said to be narrowed. It was doubtful whether they were actually open at all.

He was dressed in a Western suit, with a matching tie. He gave the impression of being a professional businessman, or a skilled lawyer.

However, his gentlemanly appearance was hard-pressed to hide the evil air about him. A tail sheathed in silvery metal extended behind him, tipped by six sharp spikes. He was limned by flickering black flames.

Demiurge. The Guardian of the Seventh Floor of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick. He was designed to be the defense commander of the NPCs.

"It seems everyone is here."

"Momonga-sama, there are two more people who have not yet arrived." said Demiurge in a resonant voice that seemed to pour into one's heart.

Alcatraz looked at Momonga, wanting to know the reason why he hadnt called in for Victim. Gargantua is a guardian, but not really sentient. So he wouldn't be needed in situations like this.

"No, there is no need to call them. Victim and Gargantua are only to be moved under special circumstances. Albedo will inform them of whatever we shall be discussing to them later."

"Understood my lord." He bowed respectfully.

"...My. Allies. Have. Not. Arrived. Yet."

Aura and Shalltear froze as they heard those words, and the smile froze on Albedo's face.

"The Area Guardians wont attend this meeting. However, it would also be good to inform them. I will leave that task to the various Floor Guardians."

After the various Floor Guardians showed that they understood Momonga's orders, Albedo then commanded her fellow Guardians.

"Then, everyone, let us pledge our loyalty to the Supreme One."

All the Guardians nodded as one, and before Momonga could interrupt, they had lined up before him. Albedo stood at their head, while the other Guardians formed a line behind her.

Shalltear, who stood on one end of the line, stepped forward.

"Shalltear Bloodfallen, Guardian of the First, Second and Third Floors, presents herself to our Masters." She went to one knee, one hand pressed against her chest, and bowed deeply.

Cocytus then stepped forward and took a knee.

"Cocytus. Guardian. Of. The. Fifth. Floor. Presents. Himself. To. Our. Masters." Much like Shalltear had, he knelt before Momonga. Then, it was the twin dark elves' turn.

"The Guardian of the Sixth Floor, Aura Bella Fiora, presents herself to our Masters."

"Al-Also a Guardian of the Sixth Floor, Mare Bello Fiore, presents himself to our Masters."

As the twins finished their declaration, Demiurge followed and stepped forward in a dignified manner. Like how a lawyer or a politician would carry himself.

"The Guardian of the Seventh Floor, Demiurge, presents himself our Masters." Following his crisp words, Demiurge went to one knee in a graceful descent, as though expressing his heart through his actions.

Finally, Albedo stepped forward as well.

"The Guardian Overseer Albedo presents herself to the Master."

She smiled to Momonga, and knelt like the other Guardians. However, Albedo continued speaking in a high and clear voice as she delivered her report to Momonga.

"With the exception of the Fourth Floor Guardian Gargantua and the Eighth Floor Guardian Victim, all the Floor Guardians are gathered before you. Thus do we offer up our utmost loyalty to our Masters."

Momonga was silent and could not speak as he looked at the six lowered heads before them. For Alcatraz, witnessing their act and staying silent, it immediately recalled a bad memory from his ugly, vengeful past.

In his confusion, Momonga accidentally activated a skill. A dreadful aura roiled out over the surroundings, and a halo of black radiance formed behind him.

Momonga had no time to cancel the skill as he frantically racked his brains to recall a scene from movies or television which would tell him how to respond appropriately here. Alcatraz however, decided to just follow what the guardians were doing; kneeling before him.

*Thud*

Alcatraz slowly took a knee, making the Momonga's mind going in panic mode and confusion.

"My name. My sword. My spirit, is bound before my Lord's presence." Alcatraz said suddenly. When the guardians saw their lord, kneeling to the Supreme One, their minds were working to the extreme. They werent sure if its right for a Supreme Being prostate to another Supreme Being, but Momonga was the Master of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

[Alcatraz-san! W-What are you doing!? Stand up!] Momonga shouted frantically to his friend.

[S-Sorry my lord! I-I just followed what the NPCs were doing... I cannot undo this act my friend, its best to just go along with it]

[To hell with the act-!]

"Rise, my friend." Momonga said.

'Screw you bastard!' Alcatraz thought. 'Let me have my fun!'

Secretly amused that he managed to embarrass his friend, he slowly stood up. Almost as slow like a person who just awoke from a deep sleep.

"You are my friend, you do not kneel before me." Momonga put his hand onto his friend's shoulder, however his grip was so tight that Alcatraz could feel the anger residing from it. "You stand with me, understand?"

"...Of course, my lord." He couldnt bow, so he instead nodded his head in affirmation.

Momonga sighed silently. Knowing that even trying to make him stop acting like this, with the roleplaying and all, would just only amuse him to a much more further end.

Just realizing that the guardians were seeing this, he immediately went to an act.

"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. And Alcatraz-sama, our Supreme Lord." None of the Guardians opposed her statement. As expected of the Guardian Overseer.

"...Momonga-sama, it is only natural that you should have doubts about us. After all, our abilities must be minuscule in your reckoning." Albedo removed the smile from her face, and continue in a respectful tone that was laced with a stern strength.

"However, if Momonga-sama gives the order, we — all the Guardians will accomplish any task set to us, no matter how difficult or arduous, 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 Floor Guardians chimed in right after Albedo. Their voices were filled with power, and that adamant loyalty and determination would not be diminished by any number of foes. It was as though they were mocking Momonga's previous worries that the NPCs might betray him.

Alcatraz, now having his childish act gone, felt the the power of their voices. Their personality, their behavior, the atmosphere around, all of it was real. Not some damn simulation that BoSA put up for training.

[Momonga... are you alright?]

[Other than the moment you just utterly acted just a second ago, I'm not!] He snarked, before feeling a calming sensation over him.

[My apologies for that... But just to let you know, you are not alone in this] He said in the most serious yet calming voice. [Into an unknown world we are in, you are not alone. You and I are together in this, WE are together in this. Dont forget that] Alcatraz place his hand on his shoulder and gave a tight squeeze, before letting go.

Momonga felt the reassurance and the comfort in his words. With his mentality given strength, he thanked his friend for the support (even though he has to deal with his antics later on... heheheheh). And the doubt Momonga had earlier, was now gone. His prior unease had was no longer existent, and he simply spoke the words expected of a guildmaster.

"Excellent. Guardians, I know that you will understand my aims and successfully carry out my commands. There may be some things which are difficult to understand, but I hope you will pay attention and listen. I believe the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick has been caught up in some kind of unknown situation."

The Guardians' faces were still stern, and there was no trace of surprise on them.

"Although I do not know what has caused this incident, the Great Tomb of Nazarick has been transported from its place in the swamps to a vast plain. Did anyone foresee the occurrence of this strange event?"

Albedo looked back at the Guardians, and after seeing the reply written on their face, she replied to Momonga's query. "Regretfully, none of us have any idea of what is going on."

"Then, I have a question for the Floor Guardians. Have any of you discovered anything strange in your floors?"

After hearing this, each Floor Guardian responded in their own ways.

"There are no abnormalities in the Seventh Floor."

"Same with the Sixth Floor."

"I-It's as Nee-chan says."

"The. Fifth. Floor. Is. The. Same."

"Nothing strange has been sighted in the First to Third Floors."

"Lord Momonga-sama, I shall investigate the Fourth and Eighth Floors right away."

"Then I will leave that matter to Albedo. However, you must be careful on the Eighth Floor. If an emergency situation occurs there, a situation may emerge that you cannot deal with."

Albedo bowed her head deeply to indicate she understood, and then Shalltear spoke up.

"Then, I shall handle matters on the surface."

"No need," Alcatraz said. "Sebas is currently reconnoitering the surface."

In the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, there were four NPCs who were exponents of melee combat. Cocytus had the strongest attack power when using a weapon, Albedo had an impregnable defense when in her heavy armor, while Sebas in his true form was stronger than either of them in melee combat. And then was one more, who was superior to all of them.

There could be no other reason for the Guardians' surprise. Sebas, who could sweep away anyone before him in hand-to-hand combat, had been assigned to the simple task of reconnaissance. They could tell how seriously Momonga was taking this strange occurrence, and everyone was on their guard as a result.

"It's about time for him to return."

Just then, Momonga saw Sebas jogging over to them, until he reached the Guardians genuflecting before Momonga and went to one knee as well.

"My lords, forgive my lateness."

"Dont, you came just in time. Your report on the surrounding conditions?" Alcatraz said plainly.

Sebas raised his head and looked around at the Guardians kneeling beside him.

"...The situation is critical, so obviously the Floor Guardians need to know as well."

"Yes. To begin with, the terrain surrounding us for a kilometer in each direction is a plain. There are no signs of man-made structures. I spotted some small animals, but there were no humanoid or large creatures."

"Were those small animals monsters? Are any one of them threatening in a way?" Alcatraz asked, snapping his fingers out of habit.

"No, they were life forms which had no combat power." Sebas shook his head in negative.

"...I see. Then, what about the plains you spoke of covered in frozen grass which would cut you as you passed them?"

"No, it was simple grass. There was nothing special about it."

"And you did not see any sky castles or similar buildings?"

"No, I did not. There was no sign of man-made illumination in the sky or on the land."

"I see, so there was only a starry sky… Thank you for your hard work, Sebas."

As he praised Sebas for his efforts, Momonga was somewhat disappointed because he had not obtained any useful information.

However, he was slowly realizing that they were no longer in the game world of YGGDRASIL, although he did not understand why they could use YGGDRASIL's equipment and use its spells. He did not know why they had come here, but it would be wise to heighten Nazarick's combat readiness just in case. For all he knew, this might be someone else's territory, and he might be censured for having come here without permission.

"Guardians, increase the readiness of each floor by one level. We are unsure of what has happened, so do not act incautiously. If you encounter an intruder, do not slay them, but capture them alive at all costs. When you capture them, do as little harm to them as possible. I apologize for imposing such demands on all of you at a time like this."

The Guardians voiced their acknowledgement and nodded in unison.

"...I would like to understand the administrative operations of the Tomb. Albedo, how is the exchange of security information between the Guardians of the various floors?"

"Each Floor is administered by its respective Floor Guardian, but Demiurge is the overall defense commander, and everyone can share information with him."

Satisfied with the information, he nodded in thanks.

"Good. Demiurge, Albedo; the two of you will be in charge of drawing up a more comprehensive administrative system for Nazarick."

"Understood. Will the plans for the management system include the Eighth, Ninth and Tenth floors?"

"Exclude the entry to the Eight Floor, it will be strictly be forbidden from any entry whatsoever. By my permission, undo the seal and permit direct access from the Seventh Floor to the Ninth Floor. After that, plan for the Ninth and Tenth Floor as one whole. Before you worry about the freedom of the underlings, dont. We may need extra set of hands for security purposes."

Albedo seemed quite surprised. Behind her, Demiurge's eyes went wide, also surprised on the matter.

Meanwhile, Momonga too was surprised on how quickly his friend's managed to create a plan in such a short time.

Alcatraz however, had already experienced in leading in managing... Mostly from RTS (Real Time Strategy) games. Dealing with logistics and reconnaissance in some certain games is a pain in the arse, that its highly important to create such line first before going into battle.

He may be experienced in military, but being a strategic analyst is not his potent fit.

"Understood. I shall select only the finest and most potent troops for this duty."

"Alright. Then, Aure and Mare," He turned to the twins. "can you conceal the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick without the usage of illusions?"

Aura and Mare looked at each other and began thinking. After a while, Mare spoke up.

"I-If we exclude magic... We may have to hide everything along with the surface… although, we could cover the walls in mud, and then add plants as camouflage."

"Do you intend to soil the glorious walls of Nazarick with base dirt?"

Albedo said that with her back turned to Mare. Although her voice was sweet and velvet, the tone it carried was anything but kindness.

Mare's shoulders trembled, and although the surrounding Guardians remained silent, their attitudes suggested that they shared Albedo's opinion.

In contrast, Momonga felt Albedo was being too much of a busybody. The situation was hardly serious enough to warrant such a reaction. But before Momonga could act, his friend moved in first.

"Albedo... do not speak out of turn. I am addressing Mare." He frowned.

"Ah, n-no. Forgive me for my imprudence! My deepest apologies, my Lord!"

Albedo's head was as low as it could go, and her face was frozen in fear. The Guardians and Sebas stiffened up as well. Perhaps they thought that scolding was directed at them as well. A twinge of remorse struck Momonga as he observed the quick change in the Guardians' attitude, but Alcatraz continued on to speaking with Mare.

"Mare, you will be concealing the walls with dirt, heaping it onto them. And since were in a location of flatlands, make sure to create dummy hills around Nazarick and make a forest within too. With the trees tall enough that no observers could see Nazarick from a distance."

"Y-Yes. U-Understood."

"And before I forget, once Mare finishes making the cover, place few skeleton squads to patrol around the forest and within Nazarick's perimeters. And those who managed to reach inside Nazarick must be captured for information, and that goes the same to those who stumble inside the forest. Those who failed to reach Nazarick will be proven worthless, but their equipment may prove something valuable to us. Information is our top priority at this moment."

Momonga felt his jack slack. Witnessing his friend actually giving orders that covers almost all disadvantages that he might overthink of. But its weird, he never, ever, saw his friend act like this before. If he were acting like this before then, he might be comparable to Punittoe Moe. And he is considered to be the most strategist of all in Ainz Ooal Gown.

Alcatraz turned to his friend, and gave a bow. "Momonga-sama, if you wish..."

"T-Thank you, Alcatraz-san..."

Turning his head towards the kneeling Guardians, he then spoke.

"All of you are dismissed for today. Everyone, take a break before beginning your duties. There are many things we do not know, so do not push yourselves too hard."

The Guardians nodded as one to show that they understood.

"And finally, I have a question for each Guardians..."

"First, Shalltear. What kind of person, Alcatraz and I, to you?" Alcatraz eyed Momonga for a moment, he forgot to ask this as well. But having the leader to ask this instead of him seems to be... right in a way.

"You are the crystallization of beauty. The most beautiful person of the world! And Lord Alcatraz is the most handsomest of all before the world!" Both players died inside a bit from that statement.

"Cocytus"

"Lord. Momonga. One. Who. Is. Mightier. Than. All. The. Guardians. And. Deserving. Of. The. Title. Of. The. Supreme. Overlord. Of. The. Great. Underground. Tomb. Of. Nazarick. Lord. Alcatraz. The. Executioner. Of. The. Supreme. Beings. A. Vengeful. Being. Worthy. To. Be. Feared." Alcatraz's eyes perked up a little from being called 'worthy to be feared'.

"Aura"

"Lord Momonga is a merciful leader with great foresight. Lord Alcatraz who executes those who oppose him!"

"Mare"

"M-my lords are merciful, protective, and caring p-people."

"Demiurge"

"My Lord Momonga is a wise leader who makes decisions and acts on them quickly. Truly fits the word 'inscrutable'. And my Lord Alcatraz-sama, one who exploits and his loyalty never wavers."

"Sebas"

"My lords are merciful by their will, staying by our side until the end."

"And finally, Albedo."

"The man who rules over the Supreme Beings, and our highest, most exalted master. Whom I adore! And my Lord Alcatraz-sama, one who glorifies the act of Momonga-sama!"

"...I see. I have heard and understand your opinions..." Momonga was speechless at this revelation, and could not find any other words to say what has already been spoken. His friend decided to help him out a little.

"Sige. Carry on the tasks we have given you. Do it faithfully."

After that, the two raised their Rings of Ainz Ooal Gown, and teleported away.

The scenery in their eyes changed from the Colosseum to the chamber of the Golems of Lemegeton. After looking around to make sure nobody was looking, Momonga sighed deeply.

"Im so tired... These guys, why do they think so highly of us?"

"Indeed," Alcatraz said in a tired tone. "I may have mental issues that could last for a while now. Should we take a break for a moment?"

Momonga nodded, before Alcatraz could teleport away, he asked.

"Come to think of it. How come you are not surprised after the things we just experienced few minutes ago?"

His zombie friend chuckled. "Oh, just simply the thing I always believe in... Expect the unexpected."

After saying that, he teleported into his room and exhaled.

"What a day..."

And the rewrite is finished.

DONE BTCHES

Btw, just wanting everyone to know.

This was my first story to write, so if you just know, later on the few next chapters, they just suck. I wasnt a matured writer back then.

Anyways, I think I will rewrite 2 more chapters, but that'd just fk my mind up.

Ciao, hope you enjoy the rewrite version now.