Fire and Bones

by Dantegrey

[AU] On that day, Momonga was not alone; one of the First Guildmates stood with him till the end; together, as Supreme Beings of Nazarick, they begun to understand that this world was exactly what they desired, may the gods have mercy on whoever is fool enough to stand on their way.

1. 1-New World, New Headaches

Great Tomb of Nazarick/ Throne Room

Momonga felt alone.

After Herohero log out, all the loneliness of being the last player of the Guild in the game fell upon him like a mace; after so many years, so many adventures, so many laughs and wonderful moments, the curtain was falling down on Yggdrasil, the best DMMO-RPG ever; the company was shutting their servers down, putting an end to twelve years of VR wonders beyond imagination. The adventures and experiences he had in this VR world were something that the young man behind the terrible visage of the Overlord Momonga, cherished deeply within his heart; the best moments of his life, as sad as that can sound. But in 2138; an era marked by the ruthless capitalism of the countries of the world; for a humble salary man like him, burnt and tired of his stressful work; Yggdrasil was his true home, a place of infinity adventure and camaraderie.

Momonga raise from the chair in the Round table, the place where the Guild made the majority of their meetings when something important has to be discussed; like the new raid of the Guild or what they would do now to strengthen more Nazarick or the NPC that protected the place; the place has been home for some incendiary debate between the members of Ainz-Ooal-Gown, the unconquered Guild of Yggdrasil.

They took pride in the fact that no one has ever been capable of conquering them, even the most violent and dedicated raid; when an army of one thousand and a half players, summoned monsters and mercenaries clashed into their doorsteps like the Armageddon, they did not pass beyond the Eight Floor, that was a battle that Momonga can not remember without a tingle in his spine; for hours they battled against the tide, demonstrating why they were the bloody best players in the game; even when the group of main players of the Guild was hardcore roleplayers gamers that escalated all the way to the top of the Level 100 caps, being true to their characters.

In an ironic twist of things, the developers of Yggdrasil rewarded just actions, giving unique classes and skills to people that roleplay their characters instead of simply powergame all the game like a lot of people did when they discovered the massive and unique customization that the game offered to their players; people mixed classes trying to become powergamers, stockpiling skills, buffs and pasive traits in order to made the supreme character; however, people like Momonga, stick to a theme, and as they progressed in the theme, they discovered unique and amazing classes and skills that fir their character and made them able to face in equal footing and even overcome, the more powergamer type of players.

Momonga was a prime example, with his [Eclipse] class, or his [Ruler of Death] and [Overlord] class; since the beginning, Momonga played as an undead spell caster; as he progressed, he kept that path, until the end, ignoring classes that would have allowed him to wear armor or gain combat abilities and the such; he was true to his Death magic, gaining finally, the secret and powerful class of [Eclipse] a true instant death spell caster type of character that could harvest entire hordes of monster or even other players in a second.

Much like him, the entire roster of the Guild, Ainz-Ooal-Gown, were of Heteromorphic races, Aka, non-human races or monster races. Playing as this kind of characters was tremendously risky, as there was a non-written rule in the servers, that PKing (Player killing) these characters would not carry any penalty and killing a similar level player brought a lot more EXP that killing monsters. It was not a surprise that there were few Heteromorphic players, as the majority of the players soon grow tired of being Pked just for the fucking laughs and change their races to [Human], that were fewer Pked than the rest. But, being part of a Heteromorphic race had their own perks, mostly racial levels and unique classes and skills, that are offered to those that stubbornly maintain themselves into the chosen Heteromorphic races.

That was one of the two requisites to form part of Ainz-Ooal-Gown.

1-Being a Heteromorphic character.

2-Being a functional member of society, meaning, you had a job outside of the game.

It may sound strange but it worked like a charm, at the peak of the Guild there were forty-one members, still, Momonga keep a deep friendship with around ten or eleven of them, the original Nine that created Ainz-Ooal-Gown and the ones that conquered the Great Tomb of Nazarick in one single go. Of all those members, none of them had logged in or stayed till the end, when the server will tick 00:00:00 and Yggdrasil will be forever shut down.

Anger flooded him, punching the solid surface of the immaculate table, just for a tiny red zero icon appear in his HUD vision; even with all the strength that a level 100 character had, this piece of furniture was completely indestructible, unless is attacked during a siege from other Guild, not to mention it was a magic item that allows the members of the Guild to see data and other information that is presented to them during the Guild meetings. Punitto-moe did push himself for making this particular piece of furniture for the Guild, but alas, he was always a perfectionist.

"How could they abandon it like it was yesterdays garbage?" muttered Momonga, anger leaking in his voice.

But soon found himself thinking how it was common sense that real life would be more important that some game that soon will disappear and be substituted with something else, something that Momonga was sure it would not be the same as Yggdrasil, but another, pay per win bullshit that would push the player to spend as much money as they could to get something done inside the game.

He walked until he stood in front of the greatest masterpiece of the Guild.

[The Staff of Ainz-Ooal-Gown] a Guild class item, bordering the World class item in power and capabilities, the item that identifies someone as the Guild master of Ainz-Ooal-Gown and who represent the overwhelming skill and abilities of the Guild whose main HQ has never been conquered.

Momonga eyed the item, each single piece of the Staff was of amazing quality and had quite the tale behind its creation and craftsmanship, in fact, Momonga knew that some Guild members even had a fight with their wives about the time they passed helping in creating the item and the money they put in the items and ingredients that were needed to craft it. It was the piece of the Guild that joined all of them together, even if some members were about to give up at the end. Finally, Momonga and his closest friends managed to obtain the jewels that crowned the golden staff, each one of them imbued with the strongest elemental magic and almost Divine class items by themselves.

Taking the staff in his bone hand; and seeing the shadow effect of dammed souls screaming in a dark release, Momonga couldn't but smile internally at the evil display of the item. The Guild always took an evil theme approach, as a way of payback to those that made their newbie days as Heteromorphic races harder, being all of the Heteromorphic races and roleplaying as a covenant of powerful evil monsters...well, the majority of all of them. Touch-me-sama was big on his, "Justice always prevails" thing, he loved to roleplay as the Silver Paladin, one of the few Players and NPCs of the Guild that were not directly evil.

Supposedly, no one could take the Staff, unless it was a necessity and it was needed for a high tier raid of siege to another Guild HQ, but Momonga feel that he should carry it, in the end, it would be appropriate to face the end, with the item that symbolized their Guild.

"I already miss you, guys" whispered Momonga to the Staff, feeling more lonely than ever and with a lingering sensation of abandonment and anger bubbling inside him.

But a sudden beep, took him out of his thoughts, a window, telling him how a player was entering in the Tomb appeared in the border of his HUD, more concretely, another Guild member.

"Ragnarok has logged in," told the window and Momonga felt elated, there was another one that has come, and this one was a good friend, indeed.

In a blue light, the massive form of his friend, the player is known as Ragnarok, materialized in front of Momonga.

Momonga was a towering skeleton of six feet and half height, covered in his Divine class gear he was even taller, but Ragnarok was a player that belongs to the [Eldjotnar] race and has already reached its pinnacle of racial levels in the form of the [Surtr Heir], meaning he was hulking from that varies between the eight feet and the one hundred feet height at will.

"Ragnarok-san!" gladly greet Momonga his friend "quite the surprise, welcome".

"Ey there, Brodir" even if the flaming visage of Ragnarok couldn't express any facial emotions, he rose his hand and an emoticon of a smiley face appeared "nice to see you too".

Momonga laughed softly, even at the last moment, Ragnarok insisted in roleplaying his character to the end.

Ragnarok was one of the oldest players of the game, he participated in the Beta of the game and the rumors in the forums and blogs said that he ended with some health problems due to the incomplete Drive-in tech that the game needed to offer such a level of realism. Because of that, he became part of the lore of the game and was rewarded with a unique racial class, the [Eldjotnar] who were a purer, stronger version of the [Fire giants] that the rest of the player could acquire for their characters. Perhaps due to the envy of other betas and the rest of the player, he was one of the favorites preys of the PK guild until Touch-me and Momonga give him and hand; since then, the man has been nothing but good and loyal to Ainz-Ooal-Gown. Momonga always found the down to earth and pragmatic views of the man, quite to his liking and considering that he was a roleplaying character too, they soon become thick as thieves.

As a way of honor their friendship and help when he was the target of such envious attacks, Ragnarok soon took the mania of calling those that were closer to him, Brodir or Systir, words that came from the few Old Norse language words known, whose meaning was Brother and Sister respectively. Truth to be told, it added some extra flavor to his character and personally, Momonga felt quite honored for such shown of friendship. Perhaps because of that, the bunch that were Touch-me, Warrior Takemikazuchi, Peroronchino, Tabula-smaragdina, Bukubuku-Chagama, Punitto Moe, Ulbert Alain Odle, Momonga, and Ragnarok, were the terror of the servers even before they ended creating Ainz-Ooal-Gown and conquered the Great Tomb of Nazarick in a single go; something that very few Guilds and parties could boast of their sieges and conquering raids.

Each of them had a theme going around; all of them have in common the Heteromorphic races and their act as villains against the bias of the [Human] players that Pked them as soon as they saw one Heteromorphic races characters, hoping for some easy XP and sweet loot. But once Ainz-Ooal-Gown stepped in to the PVP arenas, people start to be extra careful about who and how are you attacking certain characters. Double careful if they had to take into consideration all the unique and overpowered characters that form the old phalanx of Ainz-Ooal-Gown, specially when they swept the floor with the NPC Cainabel, the supposed High tier Final Boss of a Vampire Themed event in the servers; for all the nine members of Ainz-Ooal-Gown, it became a weak event boss and something akin to a bloody picnic. Although, Peroronchino confessed that he has picked up, a lot of nice ideas for Shalltear, the NPC of his creating that protected the First, Second and Third floors of Nazarick.

"I thought that no one would come at the end" confessed Momonga grabbing the handle of the Staff in almost embarrassing manner, like a boy that has been caught with the hand in the cookie jar " all the other three that had come, had already log off, so I didn't expect anyone".

"Yeah, real life can be a bitch sometimes" nodded Ragnarok "but I am here, I will see this wonderful world disappear and when I am back in the real world I am going to drunk myself out before I went to work" laughed the straightforward man "but more important, why did you pick the Staff?" asked Ragnarok with curiosity.

"Well, as no one else was there, I..." trailed Momonga with an emoticon of a sweat dropping and awkward smiley.

"Ey, no worries Brodir, for what I care, that is your weapon more than anyone else" thumbs up Ragnarok " It's the Guild master weapon and you are the Guild master, period".

Momonga put the smiling smiley a trio of times in the air, as a show of thanks to his friend.

"So, what the plan for the last...half an hour of the game or so?" asked Ragnarok to Momonga.

"I was going to walk into the Throne Room and wait there for the end" explained Momonga " to sit on the Throne and remember everyone by the banners that hang there".

"Mind if I go with you?" asked Ragnarok "I want to sit in my balcony one last time, like when we received invading Players and act like we were evil Overlords and the sort, it was bloody funny".

"You are welcome" nodded Momonga.

Together, they walked outside of the Round Table, the room was placed on the Ninth Floor, the Royal Suite, a floor that contained practically all possibly entertaining establishment; from the Bar; attended by a [Miconid] called Sous-Chef that had ranks in [Bartender] and [Chef] jobs, and could cook very nice food items that will give temporary buffs to player that could eat food; to a nail painting shop; seriously, Ragnarok was still asking himself, who the hell waste time in creating that thing?, but considering the eclectic personalities that Ainz-Ooal-Gown was, perhaps it was not so surprising.

As soon as they teleported to the Tenth Floor, the Throne, the maids, and butler that protected this floor stood in attention, bowing at him before they returned to the base position; if all, they were exceptionally well made.

"You know that Sebas, has the exact same appearance of Touch-me?" commented Ragnarok as Momonga give the NPCs the order to follow them like a royal guard of servants.

"Yes, he told me it when he created him, instead of a Floor Guardian, he created the perfect Butler to serve the Guild master, whoever it was, how did you know it? I thought you were one of the few of us that was not Japanese" answered Momonga, who has happy of having a useful character like Sebas as a bodyguard.

Ironically, despite being the guards of the Throne, the Pleiades; as the Maids that following them were known; were not the strongest NPCs of Nazarick, only their leader, Sebas Tian; Touch-me and his bloody words plays; was a level 100 NPC, the rest varies between the level 50 to 60. They were little more than distractions for whoever reached this point of the Tomb, so the members of Ainz-Ooal-Gown could regroup, lock and load his best gear and appear in front of the intruders like the Evil Overlords that they like to roleplay as.

"I meet him when I was traveling to Japan with that bunch of wankers of the band I work with" explained Ragnarok munching the words "he and his cutie of a wife, offered me to dinner with them and boy I was shocked when I saw him in person; he had a son that is as energetic as his bloody father".

Momonga laughed at the anecdote; Ragnarok-san was a Roadie, one of the maintenance and technical staff of a musical band of rock and roll, but the members of the band soon transform their style into a pop-rock kind of thing that broke the heart of Ragnarok; a heavy metal lover since the day he was born; however, bills has to be paid and despite how Ragnarok would love to strangle any of the members of the band with the cable of the loudspeakers, they paid fucking well, allowing him to travel all around the world during their tours.

"Yes, he is a very welcoming man, not a surprise there, considering how he roleplayed his character" chuckled Momonga remembering the few times that he had met the man; considering they were both Japanese, they had higher possibilities to meet in real life.

"Speaking of characters..." muttered Ragnarok" have you read the settings of the Pleaiades and Sebas?" told him, scrolling down the windows of the settings of said NPCs.

"Hum, no" admitted Momonga" leaving apart Pandora Actor, I did not participate in the creation of any NPC, except for helping in harvesting items and the such".

"Uh, true, I forgot, you were not a programmer" snorted Ragnarok taking out of his inventory a big editing tool "It always bugged me off, the little flavor that most of our favorite bunch, put in their NPCs; specially after the hours and hours of programming that we done for their creation" laughed Ragnarok, if he could, he would have thundered his knuckles at the image of the keyword and the windows of the settings of all the NPCs of Nazarick; Ragnarok did have a hand in practically all of them, be it in their coding, items, appearance, skills or settings. Curiously, the only NPC that he customized personally was Gargantua, a hundred feet tall golem that the admin gifted them for being the only unconquered guild in a decade.

Momonga would have love to sweat drop, he really would have love to sweat drop; specially when Ragnarok laughed maniacally and the echo of a thunder echoed in the empty halls of the Throne Floor. Leaving the man to his own devices, after all this was the last day and if he wanted to have his fun with the settings of the NPCs; there was not any real problem, all was going to disappear in about twenty minutes. With the funny image of the tall [Eldjotnar] laughing his ass off behind a curtain of popping up windows filled to the brim with the settings of the NPCs of Nazarick, Momonga walked ahead, reaching the Throne Hall and finding Albedo; the Floor Guardian; patiently waiting at the side of [The Throne of the Kings], the World class item that double acted as throne for the Guild Master and a freaking nice ace under the sleeve to have when you deal with intruders.

He took a seat on the Throne and ordered to the rest of the Pleaiades and Sebas, to wait at the end of the stairs, the NPC nodded, bowed in respect and move to the side of the room, waiting in standing position, meanwhile, Ragnarok keep tapping into the holographic keyboard and laughing at something.

Momonga really didn't want to know, Ragnarok-san had sometimes a sense of humor that could leave Peroronchino-san as a spluttering mesh with his vulgar jokes. Peroronchino-san was a complete pervert that enjoyed hunting the cutest monsters of Yggdrasil as a hobby; even if there was an absolute NO+18 block in the game that prevents anything adult related to happen inside the game. Mostly because the total Drive-in tech was not still completed and nothing like smell, taste or facial expressions could be monitored and upkeep by the computers that hold the servers. Not to mention, virtual sex could surely be tremendously addictive; all the sensations, free of any risk like unwanted pregnancies, STD and awkward mornings.

Albedo stood at his side, her face permanently etched into a beatific smile, if anything, Momonga has to admit that Tabula-smaragdina-san has outdone himself with the appearance of Albedo, she was an absolute beauty that would leave supermodels in shame at her waking. Feeling courageous, he did the same as Ragnarok-san and open the window settings of Albedo, at soon as the window pop up, Momonga almost face fault to the floor at the massive wall of text that face him; truly, Tabula-smaragdina-san loved the settings, however, after skimming the text down, something caught his attention and after reading it a couple of times, he sighed in defeat. The final line of the large and detailed setting for the poor NPC stated: "She is a slut".

"Tabula-smaragdina-san" sighed Momonga wanting to smash his bone forehead against a wall for the silliness of his friend, "I think your love for Gap-moe has gone a little too far with this one...".

Acting on an impulse, and perhaps influenced for the actions of Ragnarok, Momonga used [The Staff of Ainz-Ooal-Gown] as an editing tool and activated the administrator protocols, allowing him to change anything he wanted with the NPC Albedo. Erasing the slut line, he suddenly tapped in: "She is deeply in love with Momonga".

Feeling like a complete asshole after putting that in the window and more embarrassed than anywhere in his life, he doubted for a second before closing down the window; mentally debating with himself about his IQ level for doing such a thing to a friend NPC, lost in such debate, he did not listen to steps of Ragnarok, that climbed the stairs and eyed the window that his friend has opened not a minute before. Mentally, widely smiling for the actions of his friend, he loudly smacked the back of the Overlord, almost making him fall out of the Throne for the sudden impact and sensation.

A beeping red zero emanated from the cloak of Momonga, a Divine-class item itself, as the poor skeleton recovered from the impact; if he could, the bones of his face would have been turned beet red for the embarrassment that he was suffering right now.

"Ragnarok-san!, I!, it's not! just...!" he tried to explain himself with little success.

"You, dog, you" laughed loudly Ragnarok, reading the last line of the setting "seeing this, then you would not mind, if I add my own two cents uh?, specially after seeing where did end my [Ginnungagap], well, with her settings it does fit her better than me; but that bugger of Tabula could have told me what did he done with the World class item, you know? " said Ragnarok, using the same keyboard to type; at an amazing speed; something else to the settings of the NPC.

"She sees Ragnarok-sama as a surrogate, strict but loving, father; she wants him to feel proud of her. Proof of the filial bond they shared, is how Ragnarok-sama gifted her with [Ginnungagap], the previous personal weapon of the Supreme Being. Albedo felt honored and became determined to never disappoint her father"

"That would be it" with a flick, the window disappeared, saving in the changes to the core personality of Albedo for what's left of the existence of the game; five minutes more or less.

"I was just..." tried to explain Momonga, but at the end surrendered and accepted the inevitable, he has been busted, however, the extra of Ragnarok-san was a little, odd; surrogate father?, although, considering what he has done to Albedo, he was not one to throw stones to that roof, but it was something a bit odd, nonetheless.

"How did end you so fast? I thought you were increasing the lore text of the NPCs" asked Momonga, sitting back straight in the Throne, less than four minutes to the end, he really wished that these times would go on forever; he was happier here than in the cruel and cold real world.

"One hundred words per minute, Brodir" appeared a victory smiley over Ragnarok "I get some extra money by writing articles for music magazines, mostly instruments reviews and useful tricks of the trade for young bands".

"You truly are the man of the hundred talents" flattered Momonga his friend, being a Roadie, and despite the little glamor the profession has, listening to Ragnarok-san made him appreciate the effort that the technical staffs have to put over for each concert, event, etc.

"Between you and me?" sighed the giant "I may be, but I am better at playing this game; its way better than what I have to endure in the real world; if I told you about the assholic stupidities that those cocky, good for nothing cocksuckers, did on each, single, tour, you would be as freaked and tired, as I am of their antics".

"I would love to, but the time is on us" sighed Momonga, eying the NPCs and ordering them for the last time "kneel".

They obeyed immediately, kneeling in submission without any noise, it was good to be obeyed to quickly and devotedly, if only Momonga could pick somethings here and translate into the real world, everything would be much better for everybody, or at last, that was his honest opinion; as salary man, more than once has he been scolded for do not shut up at the appropriate moment.

"Then, Brodir, I think I am going to sit down on my balcony" said Ragnarok-san "just like we received the intruders, we will salute the end, with all the pride of our Guild in display" a sad and smiling smiley appeared over the face of Ragnarok that vanished and reappeared in the balcony.

Ragnarok-san balcony was situated in front of Touch-me-sans balcony; Ragnarok was the first balcony of the right, representing that he was the right man of the Guild, the strongest fighter of the Guild, however, it was a position that was still up to debate between him and Touch-me-san. Both are among the Top 5 strongest players of the servers, both of them devotedly followed a roleplaying path more than a powergaming path and both had unique items and classes, granted to those that had completed very specific requirements.

Touch-me-san, had the [World Champion] title and posses the terrible skill, [World break], a high damaging skill that was even superior to the Tenth tier spell [Reality slash], the top of the magic Tier that was only surpassed by the Over rank spells, overpowered spells that are achieved, after you surpassed the Level 70 and could cause tremendous damages or alter completely the scenery.

Ragnarok-san has the [World Bane] class and possessed [Laevateinn] the sword of the King of the Eldjotnar Surtr, that was considered a World class item that allows him to surpass the physical attacks limitations and resistances, ignoring all kind of armors and dealing a humongous amount of damage to their victims.

In resume, they were equal and opposite, Touch-me-san had the surname of the Silver Paladin, meanwhile, Ragnarok-san has the surname of the Black Scourge. Even their fighting styles collide, when Touch-me-san was a bulwark of impenetrable defense, Ragnarok-san was an unstoppable juggernaut of weapons and fire. How they could be so good friends, was a mystery to all the Guild, but it was good to have them on your side, instead of on the enemy side.

23:59:57

"Goodbye, Ragnarok-san," said his goodbyes Momonga, knowing that it would be a miracle if he ever met his good friend again "it has been fun, truly, truly, fun".

"Hell yeah, Brodir" solemnly answered Ragnarok "hell yeah, it has".

23:59:59

Darkness and sadness overcome both of them, as they expected for the log out and continue with their freaking, boring and very little welcomed lives.

00:00:00

00:00:01

"What the flying fuck?" mentally screamed Ragnarok, when he realized that he was still in his character body, still sitting in his comfortable throne in his personal balcony of the Throne Hall of Nazarick, still logged into the game and feeling a mixture of emotions, like he had not felt since he gave a taste test to some hardcore drugs that the assholes of the band used like aspirins.

Horrible idea, by the way, he never saw raccoons or pinky unicorn the same way since then.

"Stop panicking!" screamed to himself Ragnarok and an influx of cold anger erupted inside of him, forcing him to stop and straighten his posture, it was odd as hell, but right now, more than welcome to put an end to his little panic attack and focus his mind back to business.

First of all, it could be a lag in the shutdown, considering the massive size of the system and that they would not have wanted to damage the expensive and delicate machines, it would not be as simply as pulling the plug, so, perhaps Hellheim; the realm where Nazarick was located; would be among the last pieces of the game to be disconnected. Unlikely but probable, then if it was not that, then the best route was to get in contact with the GM to advise them of the presence of two players inside the game.

Ragnarok or better said Rick Riggs, the European citizen behind the terrific visage of Ragnarok; still had nightmares of the phantom pains that he suffered when an asshole botched up the process of disconnecting his conscious in the middle of a full Drive-in the Beta of the Game. He really hoped not having to pass to something similar, last time he needed pills for the pain for six months until his brain finally allocated himself back to his place. If he could prevent something like again, be it for him or for his pal, Momonga; the old champ didn't need such an experience under his belt. He raised his black and claw-like hand; noticing that he had all his items still with him, and if what he was feeling was correct, they were still affecting him with the dozen of buffs and passive skills that they granted; and tapped the air, waiting for the [Menu] to appear.

Nothing happened and he frowned, wait, frowned?, that sensation was his face frowning?, but there were no tactile sensations in Yggdrasil, otherwise the pain would make the game unbearable but now he was feeling it. Looking at his hands, volcanic stone colored hands with claws more than nails, he flexed his hands a couple of times, feeling the muscles, impossible strong muscles, moving as it were his own hands. The lore of the game stated that the [Eldjotnar] were creatures made of fire, their bodies were black like charcoal; in his case, for being a purer, stronger and nobler race of [Eldjotnar], his body was obsidian like volcanic stone, that had the flexibility of skin and the hardness of steel; right now he was feeling it, he was feeling the muscles move under his supernatural skin, his breath, exhaling volcanic hot flames with each exhalation, his eyes, he could see everything perfectly like it was the clearest day, but he was not seeing a single piece of the HUD of the game.

Raising an eyebrow and in the corner of his mind, freaking out like a bad thing, but his pride as [Eldjotnar] demanded him to be composed and imperial all the times. Another piece of whatever that was adding more freaking out vibes to his already overloaded brain; and analyzing coldly the situation, knowing that he was Supreme; and a complete arrogant asshole, by the way, he was not Supreme, he was a bloody human, trapped in the awesome body of the strongest fighter of his Guild in a DMMO-RPG game that was about to be shut down.

Head, explodes, kaboom.

This was nuts and at the same time, he was feeling like a million overdoses of cocaine, speed and crack at the same time but without the nasty side effects; seriously, he felt strong, he felt powerful, he felt proud, he felt at bloody home. All the Great Tomb of Nazarick was his Hall, his home, his residence, this was where his heart was and may whatever gods any intruder may worship, have mercy on their souls, for he would make them suffer the unspeakable just for putting an uninvited step in the entrance. And once again, Ragnarok felt conflicted within himself. He was not like that, maybe he was a cynic and embittered person after all the shit he had to pull through with the band, but he was not that violent, possessive or cruel, this was not him and it was him.

It was, Ragnarok, and Ragnarok was him; such a dichotomy was paralyzing him; he was not a pushover, he was the strongest there is, where did he ear that before? didn't matter, it fits the shoe...He shook his head and grumbled, a rotund, deep and flame exhalation followed rumble that blackened the woods of the balcony. Ragnarok close his mouth quickly, oh shit, the Tomb was not fireproofed, or at last, a lot of it was not fireproofed and his character was a living embodiment of fire. He had to be ultra-cautious now, otherwise, he would cause harm to everything around him unintentionally. That was the straw that broke the camel back and with a mighty roar, exhaling a torrent of flames that burned the entire rail of the balcony to ashes and blackened the stone floor until it cracked under the supernaturally hot fires.

"By Surtr´s black heart, what transpires here?!" roared his terrific voice among the waves of flames.

Unconsciously, Ragnarok had used a spell of his [Muspellheim Warlord] class, called [Breath of the Primal Fire Wyrm]; it basically created a torrent of flames from the mouth of the caster, but in this case and thanks to a mix of the conflicted emotions of Ragnarok and how his race reacts when something bugged them off; he just vented some frustrations in such a display of overwhelming power and violence. [Eldjotnar] is not a tolerant race, if something annoys them, they kill it, in a way that the expression overkill would be putting it mildly.

Stepping into the Throne Hall, he jumped to the floor, several meters below, like it was an everyday occurrence, by the time he was on the floor, landing without even a flinch, Ragnarok has already reached the ten feet height and his body was emanating flames all over his shoulders, arms, and head. But all his rage evaporated, when the voice of his recently adopted daughter called to him, between gasps and moans of pleasure.

"Ragnarok-samaaaaahhh!, yoouuoooh, areeeeaahhh, heerreeecckk, Toooohhhh!" it was a difficult to understand this "moaning speech", but from the tone and the words, Ragnarok could understand the essential and when he turned his face to Albedo, he saw her sat in Momongas lap as the Overlord fondled her breast with abandon as he had his other hand on his face and seems to be pondering something.

The thunderous face palm of Ragnarok, make the banners of the room and the clothes of the couple at the throne flutter from the sudden burst of wind that came to the impact between the palm of his hand and his...horns?, wait, he didn't have horns before, that was a trait that he erased with his [Ring of the Alpha Doppelganger], a Legacy class item; Ragnarok eyes widened under his palm and grunted in annoyance, when he followed a sudden epiphany, his horns came from the [Heir of Surtr] racial class, a unique class that was considered the peak of the [Eldjotnar], so he would need an equally strong item to hide or change those features. Wonderful.

"Honestly, Brodir?" walked to the pair on the Throne, the smiling Albedo and the frozen stiff Momonga, although being a skeleton he was not sure of how to read him now " I understand that my surrogate daughter is the most beautiful woman in the Nine Realms, but couldn't you wait until we have solved this situation Nazarick is in before going at it like bloody rabbits?"

For a long minute, none of the two said a single world, Albedo milking the sensation of the fondling hand of Momonga and his proximity for all that was worth and Momonga simply because his brain has screeched to an alt; even with his recently discovered emotion suppression skill or passive or whatever; finally, his undead nature took control and set things right.

"My apologies, my friend, I was testing something and I got lost in my own thoughts" the voice of Momonga was commanding, deep and resonating, fit like a glove for his appearance as an Overlord.

"No need for that Brodir" answered back Ragnarok in an equally powerful voice that spoke of untold violence and the soul-shaking eruption of a volcano "I am as shocked as you are for this new development".

"Momonga-sama, Ragnarok-sama," said Albedo, with a hand over Momongas, to prevent him to left her breast, the [Succubus] was two fondling movements before she would come like a fountain under her white dress "what situation are you speaking about?".

"We will tell you at the appropriate time," said Ragnarok "now, be a dear and after you and Momonga have ended your little rump, go reunite the Floor Guardians; except Gargantua and Victim; in the Sixth Floor Coliseum in an hour, we have things to announce and to discuss".

"Go now Albedo," said Momonga, slipping his trapped hand during one of the moans of Albedo that made her weaken her grip for the pleasure " this is most important than my personal curiosity".

"But, will you not take my first time here? Ragnarok-sama could be the witness for our union..." protested Albedo.

"This is more important Albedo, go, now" there was no space for discussion on the commanding voice of Momonga. His [Ruler of the Death] class was acting for him, very much like [Heir of Surtr] has done a minute before for Ragnarok; vital changes that could be a good or a bad thing, something that it was still to be seen.

Albedo sighed but blushed like a schoolgirl at the imposing voice of Momonga, that push all her buttons in the correct way, making her desiring him more and more; settings be damned; she bowed deeply and start to move out of the Throne Hall to fulfill the Supreme Beings orders. Guided by some kind of parental love and wanting to made some test to the magic system of this mess, Ragnarok called for a [Message] spell as he thought of Albedo as receiver of the message, much to his surprise, it worked like charm, when the [Succubus] answered quickly to the call.

"Yes, Ragnarok-sama?" she asked a little surprised for the sudden contact, after being issued orders so quickly.

"Fret not, my little girl" if Ragnarok has been stupid enough to make himself a father, he was going to be the best fucking father there is, as odd as it sounds considering, persons? involved. "I would not have interrupted your private time if the situation was not so unusual and worrying, however, let me give you an advice, next time you should take a slower, more sweet and tender, approach to your heart desires, my Brodir, despite being a prodigious mind without equal in the Nine Realms, has the bad habit of over thinking things, threading stunningly complex webs for even the smaller things, when something simpler would have worked the same"

"I see, now I understood a lot of things" Albedo sounded deeply shocked and deeply grateful at the same time "Thank you with all my heart...father" quickly cut the communication Albedo, making Ragnarok smile widely, who would have thought?, the sadistic and dangerous as a nuclear bomb [Succubus] of level 100 had a cute side. Hilarious, Tabula-smaragdina and his bloody Gap-moe fetish.

Turning his attention back to Momonga, the powerful [Overlord] was holding his face inside his skeleton face, sadness and other dark emotions rolling out of him in waves, until something erupted from inside of him and shut down those dark emotions; it was good thing that as [Primal Eldjotnar], his eyes were practically under a [See Through] high tier spell as a passive skill; so he can see the ungodly amount of MP that was Momonga and how something reacted from within him from time to time. Leaving him be, Ragnarok crossed his arms over his powerful torso and waited, making his own little test about his skills and spells, he could feel all of them, bubbling inside him like an unlimited well of primal power, however, the same impulses that made him erupt in flames, literally, previously, made them cunning as a beast, never letting anything go to his head.

"What have I done?, I have defiled Tabula-smaragdina-san NPC!" muttered Momonga on his Throne and the sound of the second facepalm of Ragnarok; two in less than five minutes, this must be worthy of an achievement of something; take him out of his flunk and force back to the new reality of both of them.

"Ragnarok-san!" even with this new voice of him, Ragnarok could practically ear relief rolling on waves from the very soul of Momonga, and Ragnarok echoed the sentiment wholeheartedly.

He would have lost his marbles if he had been left here alone; this situation was overwhelming enough as it was, there was no need to make it harder than it is; somehow he was sure that the rest of the world was going to make them rip their hair in more than one occasion, well, metaphorically speaking, none of them had hair anymore; Momonga was all bones and Ragnarok had a violent, red and orange, mane of flames for hair.

"The one and only" chuckled Ragnarok as relieved of being with a friend as Momonga was "I ended like this too, any ideas or theories that you would like to share?, I had my own crazy bullshit theories but I was never as clever as you; more cunning and complete bastard, maybe, but never as adaptive as you".

Momonga was a bit taken aback by the confidence and trust of Ragnarok, truth to be told, Momonga or Satoru Suzuki, as it was his real name; a Japanese salaryman; never considered himself precisely the epitome of the intelligence, maybe he was wise for his age and had a lot of business sense, but he always thought that Ragnarok-san was way more clever than he appeared to be. But this confidence must be rewarded, so Momonga put his head back in the game and started to analyze and extrapolating conclusions, much like he done when he was working in his company and had to analyze and dissect all kind of business propositions and investments.

"Bugs, Lags, any technical problems are out of the table" answered Momonga in cold and clear voice; now that was the voice of an [Overlord] speaking " remnants of the code?, pieces of the system that still worked, possible but at the moment they shut down the serves, we should have been logged out immediately, logically speaking I had nothing, now, we enter into conjectures".

"Right now, I am willing to believe in Santa Claus" snorted Ragnarok with a burst of flame escaping from his mouth "go ahead, Brodir, what do you think?".

"A very, very vivid dream, dimensional travel, fulfillment of a heartfelt wish?" said Momonga with the last part sounding like a question, without looking hesitant, is a harder to pull trick than one might believe "or, we are not still yet out of the system and the sudden log out cause brain damage and is some kind of last effort of our brain to cope up with the damage".

"Scratch the last one, I had one of those and is not like that" grumbled Ragnarok shaking his head, trying to get rid of very nasty memories "when I was Beta, an asshole of the lab pull the plug of the machine and force our log out of the Drive-in game, the feedback almost fried our brains and we got months of pills and phantom pains treatment as consequence, but none of the cases were like this, no coma cases either".

"Then your guess is as good as mine" shrugged Momonga, or at last tried, the cloak was the one that moved like that " I am out of ideas for the moment, but I know this world is real".

"Yes, I reached the same conclusion too" nodded Ragnarok thundering his neck like, it was like stones cracking under pressure " sensations, movements, smells, and of course your little X-rated move on Albedo, didn't think you had it on you, Brodir, I am between impressed and ashamed" mocked Ragnarok, who couldn't but feel like he had to joke around with Momonga; [Eldjotnar] respect and admire strength of any kind and Momonga was the stronger spell caster there is. This phrase is going to be a theme, he knew it.

"It was the most trustworthy test I can think of to see if this was real or not" defended himself Momonga but the tone of his voice betrayed his emotions for a second. His eyes, the light on them, and his jaw, Ragnarok was quickly getting the hang of reading Momonga absence of something akin to a body language.

"And I am sure that you did not enjoy every second of it" chuckled Ragnarok "however, undead do feel things like lust and the sort?, that's new for me" Momonga shook his hand in negation.

"The emotions are there" explained "but if something starts to get too high, something shut it down back to nothing, my libido is here and there, it does whatever the hell it wants, much like my anger; it is the hardest emotion to suppress".

"We share that, then" nodded Ragnarok "I am prideful, almost arrogant, but at the same time, it serves as measure point, if I am not acting as the Surtr´s heir should, it kicks me back into it, filling me with cold anger and ruthless cunning".

"Acting is tiresome" protested Momonga in thinking pose "but we should see what kind of persona should we put on, in front of them".

"Easy" answered Ragnarok "we are Supreme Beings, so we are Supreme".

"That's just a title and a little childish, don't you think Ragnarok-san?" raise his head Momonga.

"You really should read the settings and lore of the Great Tomb of Nazarick and your NPCs" sighed Ragnarok " this is not an empty boast or something like that; and by the way, [Message] works but you had to think of who wants you to be the receiver; but seeing the attitude of Albedo and how she reacted when I spoke to her via [Message], we are god-like beings for them".

"You are pulling my leg here" tried to deadpan Momonga, and a skeleton like him can really pull a deadpan look.

"No, I am not" deadpanned back Ragnarok, not at the same level, but impressive nonetheless.

"This has something to do with your messing with their settings?" asked Momonga.

He really was not one to make any accusation in that front, seeing what he did to Albedo, but he couldn't prevent to suspect something, after all, Ragnarok has the last one of writing something on them, perhaps something went wrong in the process?; Albedo could be in love with him due to his interference but the obsessive and lustful desire of the NPC was a little off the charts, [Succubus] race be damned.

"Nay, Brodir" negated immediately Ragnarok, uh, nay, nice word, not sure where comes it from but sounds fitting for the character, he was going to keep it "I did not brainwash them into some cult for the Guild members, I did tweak something here and there, mostly good things I assure you. Lore rich and polishing some nasty things, but nothing like worshiping us as if we were the best thing since sliced bread".

"I had the sensation that I should have a headache incoming, good thing of the undead resistance to all of that things" raise Momonga from the Throne, calling [The Staff of Ainz-Ooal-Gown] back to his hand, he has left it floating at his side when he fondled Albedos breast and now it was time to have it back.

"Blessing and curse" pointed out Ragnarok "you can not eat, drink or sleep; not to mention getting laid, I would lie if I said that I am not intrigued on the latter, you really should look out for a shape-shifting item".

"Uh, true" grow bigger for a second, the red light eyes of Momonga "I will miss all of that things".

"Did you hear me Brodir?" raise an eyebrow Ragnarok and his mane of fire twirled for a second "shape changing item, I had a [Ring of the Alpha Doppelganger] that is useless to me now, perhaps you could use it for something".

"Okay, you got me there, I didn't think about that, but as undead, shouldn't I resistant to that spells?" asked Momonga who was really interested in recovering a flesh body, mostly for sleeping again, otherwise, being 24/7 awake sounds tremendously boring.

"I do not remember anything of the sort on Yggdrasil" tapped his chin Ragnarok as they prepared to teleport to the Coliseum, they still need to run some tests; the last thing any of them needed right now was for some of his skills and spells to do not work; that would be disastrous.

Great Tomb of Nazarick Sixth Floor/ Coliseum.

"I say" raise an eyebrow Ragnarok at the image of the Coliseum and the nature surrounding the entire surface of the floor "I always congratulated Blue Planet for this amazing piece of work he put together, even if he was a bloody hippie, credit when is due, he really knew his stuff".

Momonga softly laughed at the bluntness of his friend, he may be as a maze sometimes, but never is without sense or without a reason; as he himself has said, he may not be the sharpest tool of the box, but he was cunning and a complete bastard, his transformation in his character should have only empowered those same traits, much like Momongas own [Ruler of Death] class did to him, turning him into a cold, wise and efficient ruler for his domain; or frankly, so he hoped, otherwise, he was bloody screwed.

The Coliseum was a humongous construction that could hold easily hundreds of persons at the same time; the majority of the public were golems, who patiently waited for the show and to cherish with their stomp and noises to the ones that battled on the dry and sandy floor of the battle arena; in all, it was an impressive display of power and intimidation that served to make the intruders in the floor nervous and suspicious of the hundreds of golems that will fall on them as soon as they abandon the arena, without killing the twin Guardians of the Floor.

Bukubuku Chagama created the twin siblings that protected the Sixth Floor, they were twins of the [Dark elf] race with a interesting and very synergistic combination of classes that helped them, not only to be dangerous as hell in the battlefield, but to maintain quite easily the nature surroundings of the Coliseum, keeping the earth, the trees and the natural lakes and other natural landscapes, green and beautiful. Compared with other, more harsh and hostile environments of the Tomb, the Sixth floor, was a relative friendly floor; that was usually the intruder thinks until they reach the monster-infested forest or the corridors of the Coliseum, who hide their own dangers.

As soon as they pass through the metallic fence of the Coliseum, Momonga and Ragnarok stepped into the arena, looking at the silent golems that filled the benches and the busy [Dragonkin]; bipedal, draconic monsters of level 40 to 50; that do their best to keep the place tidy and ready for any possible desire the Supreme Beings had. Both Momonga and Ragnarok had already lost count of the monsters that they had slain here, testing new spells, items of combinations of skills, all in order to keep being the top dogs of the server; it was something personal, Ainz-Ooal-Gown must be at the top, otherwise, the Tomb on where they had their hearts and souls would be conquered and possibly looted or destroyed by other ambitious Guilds.

In a quite impressive show of acrobatics, the female part of the Guardians, Aura Bello Fiore, jumped from the main balcony of the Coliseum, landing quite easily and posing smiling and victorious to the newcomers, just to widen her eyes and run quickly at their front, more than happy to see the Supreme Beings in her Coliseum.

"Momonga-sama, Ragnarok-sama" greeted the energetic girl to the two of them, smiling like a child that was receiving a candy "welcome to the Sixth Floor".

"Hello Aura, we will intrude a little," said Momonga in his regal voice.

"Nice to see you well and healthy, little one" ruffled her hair Ragnarok with a fanged smile.

Aura enjoyed the ministrations; despite being a girl, Aura was dressed like a young boy, with a nice white suit with the emblem of Ainz-Ooal-Gown on it, inner leather dragon red armor and leather gloves, with a golden acorn collar hanging from her chest, in all, his appearance was one of a fourteen, fifteen years old children; tomboyish and with the characteristic dark skin and pointed ears of her race, perhaps her most striking feature would be her blond hair and her heterochromia, left eye blue and right eye green.

"Thanks, Ragnarok-sama!" smiled the little [Dark elf] who really enjoyed the attention of the Supreme Beings "what do you mean Momonga-sama?, this is your Coliseum, we only guard him, how can you be an intruder in something that is yours?".

"Then you have lost the second part of that, we" pointed out Ragnarok with a chuckle and Aura noticed the absence of that crybaby of a little brother of her.

"Oh, come on" grumbled her turning around to the balcony from where she has jumped previously "Mare!" shouted with all her lungs "what the hell are you waiting for?, you are being rude to the Supreme Beings!".

A shy, weak voice erupted from behind the railing of the balcony, answering to the shouting of the female Guardian.

"It's too high, big sis, its impossible for me..." protested, mumbling to himself.

"Mare, hurry up and come here already!, Mare!" shouted strongly Aura, wildly gesticulating to the hiding figure behind the shadows of the balcony.

"Okay, Okay, I'm coming" a tentative figure climbed the rails and jump down, with a cute cheering shout, just before landing in an awkward manner and almost falling in the landing.

"Ach, this boy" grumbled Aura and both Supreme Beings chuckled internally, it was like a rehearsal of Peroronchino and Bukubuku-Chagama antics but in tinier bodies.

Quickly fixing his very short skirt; yes, a short skirt; Mare Bello Fiore, run in a very effeminate way to the presence of the Supreme Beings; Mare, contrary to his sister, was a shy, timid and effeminate [Dark elf] boy of the same age of Aura; roughly seventy years or so, if Ragnarok remembered their settings right; who carries around a druid staff and was the twin of Aura but with a short skirt, green shoulder cape with hood and the heterochromia of his eyes reversed, left green, right blue. He was practically boss around by his older sister who drag him anywhere and everywhere she wanted. Bukubuku Chagama made him an absolute travesty, even if he was conscious that he was a boy, he was the slave of his sister in all but name.

If Ragnarok had to bet, he would have put his money in the option that it was the particular way of Bukubuku Chagama of representing her relationship with her own little brother, Peroronchino, another of the Guild member and the creator of the Floor Guardian Shalltear Bloodfallen. Peroronchino and Bukubuku Chagama quarreled all day, but gods had mercy on your soul if you mess with any of them, they would hunt you down to the corners of the earth. However, the real shocker that how Peroronchino was a complete pervert and his sister was a voice actress that has specialized in Loli characters, eroges mostly; it was a great turn off for Peroronchino, to buy a game and listen to the voice of his own sister coming for the character that he was speaking with. But for Ragnarok, it was not a problem, and Bukubuku Chagama did have an amazing voice, acting or not, it was needed a lot of pandering until she finally relented and gave her real voice for several magic items that Ragnarok created and stored inside his personal quarters. In fact, he had a clock, back in the real world whose alarm was the voice of Bukubuku Chagama, it was absolutely worth it, even for all the things he had to do for her afterward.

"Sorry to make you wait, Supreme Beings" Mare timidly apologize and low his head, Ragnarok ruffle it until he had swirling eyes, laughing all the way, much to Auras amusement.

"We have come to made some test" raise Momonga his staff and the twins observed the item with practically stars in the eyes, for them, [The Staff of Ainz-Ooal-Gown] would be the equivalent of the freaking Saint Grail, the mythical piece that belonged to the Supreme Being among the Supreme Beings.

Unable to prevent it, Momonga started to boast about the absolute piece of wonder that was the staff, there was something in him that wanted him to boast about the absolute excellence of the weapon and how legendary it truly was; not that he had not all the rights in the world to truly boast about it. Each piece of the staff had quite the adventure behind it, from the golden handle; carefully crafted and enhanced with the best items they could steal, loot, buy or harvest; to each one of the seven jewels of different colors that holds not only powerful high tier spells, but the ability to summon adequate beasts, depending on the color of the jewel. This absolute piece of art was the symbol of the Guild, and despite all its powers, the mere idea of someone breaking it terrified the entire Guild, as once a Guild weapon is destroyed, the Guild must be disbanded. That's why, even if was practically custom made for Momonga, it has rarely, if ever, abandon the safest parts of Nazarick.

Aura and Mare were entranced by the tale of the creation of the staff and Ragnarok shook his head, it was like a father telling a tale to his children; however, they were a bit short of time right now, at some point the rest of the available Guardians will start to come and it will be a too late to run some discrete test about what they can or can not do in this situation they have landed themselves in.

"A worthy saga indeed, Brodir" interrupted Ragnarok the tale when Momonga was about to explain the twins how Ulbert Alain Odle managed to create the damned souls' aura of the weapon, it was creepy as hell but cool at the same time.

"Oh, yes, apologizes Ragnarok-san, sometimes I lost myself in good memories," said Momonga in all seriousness, they had to act like the Supreme Beings they are in front of their followers, after all.

"Is an amazing tale" laughed Aura and Mare enthusiastically nodded his agreement.

As Momonga was regaling the children; children in mind and soul even if their settings said that each one of the twins was easy twice the age of Momonga and Ragnarok; Ragnarok has ordered a couple of [Dragonkin] to set up some practice mannequins. It was nothing out of the ordinary, just straw dolls with some added resistances so they did not break with the breeze.

Momonga rose a skeleton hand and pointing with a finger to one of the mannequins, he announced his spell, a middle-level tier death spell that kills the enemy with swiftness, he was testing his own spells before he tried out the capabilities of the Guild weapon.

"[Obsidian Sword]" said Momonga and a sword of said material, appeared floating over his bone finger, before sailing like a bullet to the chest of one of the mannequins, practically cutting it in half.

Not giving a second to contemplate his successful casting, Momonga raise the Guild weapon and called forth one of its more useful abilities; the power to summon a [Primal Fire Elemental], one the highest level elemental spirits, of about level 90, without any need of MP or risking the interruption of the summoning by enemy attacks. In a twist of heated flames, the mannequins were rapidly consumed, as the flames' coalescence into a feral visage, a half humanoid of a partial dragon-like head, who was all flames from the waist down and irradiated power.

The [Dragonkin] had already covered the twins, astonished for the shock wave of the summoning, even Aura and Mare could suffer some damages from the heat and aura of flames of the mighty spirit, his mere presence had a passive Fire damage based skill, Momonga had already his own Damage nullification skill active, in the form of a purple shield that deflected the damage, and Ragnarok literally feed on the flames, it danced over him and entered in his body, empowering his already bulging with power, muscles.

"Powerful as always, Brodir" congratulated Ragnarok "do you mind, if I test myself against this little bonfire?"

He was happy to see that the basis of the system seems to work, his [Heir of Surtr] class allow him to feed on flames, transforming fire in healing both MP and HP and gain some bonus to his attacks, already more than overpowered thanks to his World class item [Laevateinn] that allow him to break through the one hundred stat limits in the Physical Attack attribute. Understanding the real intention behind the actuation, Momonga softly laughed nodded to his friend.

"You never resisted a challenge" Momonga put the staff down.

"What do you say, little ones?; will you join me in honorable battle?" asked Ragnarok to the twins.

"Really?, we can?" asked Aura with eagerness and happiness in the voice.

"Then, if you excuse me..." tried to slip Mare, but Aura soon grabbed him by the neck of his little cape and smiling with the promise of untold pain if he did not collaborate, urged her brother to join this unique opportunity.

"Come on, Mare, are you going to be rude to Ragnarok-sama? he is going to play with us!" edged the pants wearing part of the siblings, in the literal sense, to her younger counterpart.

"Then, let's balance the fight a little" in a show of light, Ragnarok unequipped practically all his items, left in a black salamander leather pant and boots with golden covered toes " otherwise this would end too soon, and where the diversion on that?" he asked to his companions.

Momonga walked to an elevated platform to see the battle, as the twins prepared their weapons; a long whip for Aura; the weapon of a [Beast tamer] like her, and a wood staff for Mare, a [Druid], meanwhile Ragnarok was going to only use his own fists, he needed to know the limits of his body and a level 90, [Primal Fire Elemental] would the perfect enemy, it could cause him harm by pure brute force but its very fire attacks would keep him safe and sound. In the time that the rest were preparing and Momonga walking to his spectator position, Ragnarok released some enhancing spells of his own, just to be on the cautious side of the things.

[Diamond skin], [Primal beast reflexes], [Supreme might] and [Unstoppable being] four unique spells of his jobs class, that essentially empowers his Physical Attack, Defense, Agility and prevents any kind of bind or slow effect over his character; Ragnarok was not sure if the [Primal Fire Elemental] had any debuff skill, he would have to check it out later in the Ashurbanipal, the Library of the Tenth Floor, Throne. Anyhow, this would suffice and if things get hairy, he would reequip back with some of his items and smash the elemental before the Guardians could suspect a shit.

"[Primal Fire Elemental], attack those in front of you" commanded Momonga and the battle raged on.

Ragnarok started by growing in size, so he could fight the elemental on equal footing, and then he punched the beast in the face, forcing it to bend a little for the brutal impact; the whip of Aura lashed like a living being, cutting through the flames, but for the surprise of the [Dark elf] the flames, regenerated in a second, and a claw of fire suddenly attacked her from her side; a green magical shield absorbed the damage, proof that Mare was supporting and covering his sister with all he had.

"Amazing as always" though Momonga observing the battle, even without Ragnarok-san at their side, it was clear that the twins would have won at the end, not without effort, but they would have won anyway "skills work, items work, passive skills work too, damage output seems to work but in a different manner, I can see a pool of energy being depleted instead of an energy bar".

Calmly analyzing the battle, Momonga soon realized the key differences between what he knew and what he was experimenting right now, however, as incredible odd as it sounds, all that his undead body was feeling, feel natural, like it should have always been; being an undead, means that you are practically a creature of mind, all flesh emotions and sensations disappeared so your thought processing and speed increases, simply because you don't have to worry about all that annoying process that were heart beating, blood flowing, breathing and the sort. In a sense, Momonga was discovering how a genius person thought, having thousands of ideas at the same time and cataloging them for later analyzes and contemplation.

As the battle raged on, the twins grow confident and paid that hubris when they dodged the fire breath of the elemental and moved into a disadvantaging position; the elemental saw his chance and ignoring Ragnarok, who was pummeling him relentlessly he turned his body to the twins and casting a massive fireball, he tossed it to the siblings. They saw the spell incoming and knew that even if that was not going to kill them by any means, it was going to hurt a lot. But then a shadow eclipse the light over them and they saw the giant figure of Ragnarok swatting the spell to the floor of the arena; creating a massive crystal crater for the sudden heat of the sand floor; and grappling the elemental by the neck and the chest, he brutally tore him in half, roaring to the clear and starry sky of the Coliseum.

"I am the strongest there is!" roared Ragnarok with the corpse of the elemental dissipating on his hands.

"I had the nagging sensation that I had eared that before, outside of Yggdrasil" pondered Momonga, at the end of the battle "but I see a theme here, well, no matter, he is one of the few players that had some serious reasons to claim that title".

"That's has been awesome Ragnarok-sama!" cheered Aura and Mare sighed in relief.

Mare really didn't like pain, but he was grateful for the intervention of Ragnarok-sama; although he felt guilty, they were supposed the one protecting not the ones protected, but having the massive Supreme Beings caring like this about them felt really good.

"But please, don't do that" asked Aura with worry in her different colored eyes "we are the Guardians, you shouldn't have to hurt you for us".

"Nay, little one" thundered Ragnarok, transforming back into a more comfortable eight feet tall figure, his complete regalia back over his body, still exuding power and violence like a cape "you really think something like that could even hurt me?, what kind of Supreme Being do you think I am, to cower from such lowly spell?" laughed Ragnarok in good humor.

Momonga feel the desire of sweat drop at the boastful words of his friend, lowly spell?, that was an Eight tier spell called [Comet], anything who had not the absurd resistances of Ragnarok or his own spectacular magic resistance would be vaporized in a second.

Walking in regal manners to rejoin the trio, Momonga felt happy, these were exactly the kind of things that he loved when he played Yggdrasil, the camaraderie, the boast, the fun; in a sense, it was like his wish has been fulfilled. Was he worried? undoubtedly so, but for the moment, he would concentrate in maintain his home safe from all menaces.

"Good work, you three" congratulated Momonga his companions and taking out from his inventory a pitcher with crystal clear water and two chalices, he offered them to the siblings "drink, you should be thirsty after all that work and the heat of the surroundings of such powerful fire creatures".

A little hesitant for the kindness, they did not expect something like that from the Supreme Beings, they were leagues above them, just for such a god like existences to show such care and kind to their servants spoke volumes about their character, and for the siblings it was way better than what they feared; they were NPCs and had seen the Supreme Beings battle gods and came on top, not to mention the few conversations they had in the presence of them were little more than incomprehensible for the siblings, they used terms and words that had little, to no sense for them. They took the glasses and drink from them, but with the nagging sensation that they should not do that.

"But this is from your rations, Momonga-sama" protested Aura "you should waste them on us".

"I am an undead, Aura" explained Momonga with strong and gentle voice "I don't need food, so I choose to give them to you".

"The Supreme Beings are kinder than we expect" muttered Mare under his breath, " we thought you will be scary".

"We can be like that if that's you want" chuckled Ragnarok, petting Aura, and Mare, much to their delight.

"No, no, we love you like you are, you are much better" enthusiastically said Aura, practically purring under the ministrations of Ragnarok, Mare was blushing a storm and nodding so fast that his head produced after images.

After they got back to the platform, a purple and crystal [Gate] appeared in the arena, from the inside of the transportation spell, Shalltear Bloodfallen walked into the arena, dressed in her usual purple and black Victorian dress and carrying a parasol. This concrete Floor Guardian was made by Peroronchino, a player that was part of the [Birdman] race and who specialized in long distance attacks with his Divine class item, [Hyoui Bow], both Momonga and Ragnarok were good friends with him; although, Momonga would have liked Peroronchino-san to be less vocal in his perverted mindset; Ragnarok, on the other hand, was even worse than the [Birdman] but he hides it, better.

Shalltear was a [True Vampire], an evolution of the base [Vampire] race, who had more powers and a horrid and terrific true form; in Shalltears case, a feral, lamprey-like mix between human and animal; her usual appearance was a fifteen years old beautiful girl of white marble colored skin, albino hair and deep red blood eyes. After Ragnarok read the settings of the [True Vampire] knew that the girl was a living, walking, encyclopedia or sexual fetishes, so he was not surprised when the girl toss the parasol; that dissolved in black butterflies; and jumped into the arms of Momonga, shouting her loyalty and love to the [Overlord] who received it with absolute stoicism.

In truth, Momonga was totally freaked out but the sudden action of Shalltear, but his emotion suppressor was working overdrive to compensate the brain screech that the [Ruler of Death] was experimenting; only the red glowing eyes were proof of the distress of the mind of Momonga.

Ragnarok, on the other hand, found it completely amusing, somehow, his [Eldjotnar] nature was all about having as many females as you could maintain, and if his Brodir was happy with a bloody harem, he was not one to protest. He was planning to have his own, by the way, what kind of Dark Lord, Supreme being, whatever, does not have a harem of badass women? it could be a dirty cliche, but not lesser true for it.

Anyhow, Shalltear crush on Momonga can be easily explained if you read the settings of the vampire girl, she had a Necrophilia fetish, and following that knowledge, there must be nothing more attractive for the [True Vampire] than Momonga, the living, skeletal, incarnation of Death. She also had a blood fetish, cosplay fetish, bondage fetish, S&M fetish, oral fetish, muscle fetish, submissive fetish, dominatrix fetish, domination fetish...and so goes the list on.

Ragnarok did run some damage control, erasing the most disturbing ones, but even then, it was longer than a bloody telephonic guide; Peroronchino went all out with this NPC. Even so, she was disturbingly sexual, her fighting capabilities were top-notch; possibly one of the strongest NPC of Nazarick both in magic and physical capabilities. Not soon after she rubbed herself against Momonga, she repaired in the presence of Ragnarok and proceed to jump at him with equal passion; rubbing herself against the divine muscles of Ragnarok; muscle fetish full activation for the [True Vampire]; that and a little piece of lore that Ragnarok put on her, but frankly he didn't expect it would end like this.

Perhaps jealous of the actions of Shalltear, and acting according to her personality, gifted to her by Bukubuku Chagama; she started to quarrel with the [True Vampire] accusing her of having fake boobs, much like a pair of squabbling siblings, they started to insult each other back and forth, jabs and accusations; it was like a rehearsal of the discussions that their creator had and both Momonga and Ragnarok felt a wave of nostalgia at the picture, being Ragnarok more visible in that regard as he was openly smiling at the image.

The cold and paused voice of Cocytus, the Fifth Floor Guardian, called the attention of the presents in the arena, the tall and broad mix between a mantis and an ant was past the eight feet height, his exoskeleton was of a white bluish substance that looks like diamond or metallic ice, always with a halberd and a sword in two of his multiple hands, the [Vermin Lord] was created by Warrior Takemikazuchi to be a warrior in heart, body, and soul.

"You are loud" erupted the jaws of Cocytus in freezing mist "how much longer do you pretend to play around in front of the Supreme Beings?".

"Greetings, Cocytus," said Ragnarok to the warrior insect.

"Thanks for coming" continued Momonga.

"I will always, follow the orders of the Supreme Beings as fast as I can" answered Cocytus with absolute determination.

"This tadpole is bad-mouthing me" protested Shalltear who already has her eyes surrounded by a halo of purple lights and two purple fireballs in her hands.

"It is the truth" defended herself Aura with her whip already ready to strike; Mare was hugging his staff, doubting between standing there and try to prevent the fight or run for cover behind his Masters.

Cocytus was going to freeze them both to cool their heads, but before he could stomp the silver halberd on his hand into the floor, the overwhelming, soul-crushing presence of the Supreme Beings fall upon them like the hammer of an angry god, they need all their force of will to do not fall to the ground and be squashed like the specks of dust that they were in front of the Supreme Beings.

"Enough!"

[Despair Aura V], [Presence of the Oldest being III], passive skills that smite the will of their enemies, in Yggdrasil they were already dangerous, in this new world, it was like feeling the weight of the world in your brain, pushing it down until you submit.

"Our deepest apologies!" stiffened like iron bars, Shalltear and Aura before they bow ninety degrees in absolute apology.

"Sorry for the delay" came the voice of Demiurge, the Ninth Floor Guardian, accompanied by Albedo.

The male NPC appeared to be a pointy eared [Elf] or [Human] male with glasses that hide his compound eyes, dressed in an impeccable red suit and with a metallic, spiked tail, waggling behind him; he was an [Arch devil], the creation of Ulbert Alain Odle; a player that had a fixation with absolute evil, creating Demiurge with that idea; the fiend was an absolute sadist and evil to the core, he was the one that took care of the defenses of Nazarick when the situation demanded and the Player was occupied by the enemy intruders; his true form was way more terrible, as he was a high tier [Arch devil] capable of unleashing terrible mind control spells and hordes of demonic minions.

Once they got together, they kneel in front of Momonga and Ragnarok, and proceed to declare their absolute loyalty and devotion to the Supreme Beings; it was a bit shocking, how the NPCs were so fanatically loyal to him, and once again, Ragnarok has nothing to do with that; he had not reprogrammed the NPCs to be his personal cult, that would be offensive to the creation of his friends, not to mention he would have need days for something like these; ergo, their loyalty came from something else.

Sebas appeared in the arena, he was patiently waiting for the orders of his masters, and proceed to inform all of them of the differences that he has spotted from the usual location of the Great Tomb of Nazarick; previously, Ragnarok has bullshited his way out of the questions of Albedo, by telling her that they were in an unusual and worrying situation, once Sebas ended his report, Ragnarok really wanted to bang his head against one of the columns for being right. Somehow, The Great Tomb of Nazarick was in the middle of a grassy plain; all green in all directions and no building, not fauna of any sort, living in the surroundings; Sebas, as a [Dragonoid], had an exceptional eyesight, and if he has seen nothing, that means that there was really nothing in miles around. Originally, the Great Tomb was located in a swamp, on an eternal night world, Hellheim, surrounded by the empty and hostile environment of the Realm of the death in Yggdrasil, This green plain was as opposite as one could expect from where they stood before.

"Yimirs bollocks" grumbled Ragnarok, without deactivating his aura skill, he must be like as a monster of an untold caliber to the NPCs and that was a good thing, even if Shalltears smelled like she was cumming a river under her ample skirt.

"I know, Ragnarok-san" nodded Momonga with his [Overlord] persona taking the stage "Demiurge, Albedo, increase the defenses of Nazarick to the maximum and develop a quick method of sharing information between floors" ordered Momonga.

"Understood" answered them back.

"Mare" called to the shy travesty "what can we do to hide Nazarick?".

"Hum..." the boy doubted a little "Illusions could work, but any high-level player would [See through] or will have items that protect him from that, perhaps covering the Tomb in the earth so it appears as another hill?".

"Do you want to dirt...?!" was about to protest Albedo for such a disrespect to Nazarick when the crackling of flames cut her short, Ragnarok has just twitched his tongue in his own, heteromorphic race style, but for Albedo, it was like a whip against her skin.

"I may have a better idea Brodir," said Ragnarok "I was thinking about the old trick of how do you hide a tree?".

Momonga laughed, surprising a little the Guardians who didn't understand.

"Certainly, It would be fitting, Yggdrasil was the tree of life after all" the humor on Momongas tone was palpable.

"Mare, your duty will create a forest surrounding the Great Tomb of Nazarick" explained Momonga to the [Dark Elf] druid " tall enough to be permanent semi-dark inside and with little space between trees, enough to be taller than the walls of Nazarick, expand it to several miles in all directions".

"Apologies, Supreme Ones," said Cocytus "but why a forest?".

"Cocytus, how do you hide a tree?" asked back Momonga " by hiding it in a forest".

The Guardians saw the cunning behind the move but still felt there was something they miss, to see the entire picture, except Demiurge who smiled widely.

"Brilliant!" simply said the [Arch devil] "absolutely brilliant, turning a disadvantage situation into a benefit for Nazarick, no doubt your cunning was legendary my Lords".

Seeing that the other guardians did not get it, Momonga and Ragnarok shared a glance, and a quick mental conversation and turn to their Guardians to reveal what they have thought, praying that it would appear as a clever enough plan.

"As expected of Demiurge, my Brodir Alain Ubert Odle did an excellent job with you" nodded Ragnarok "to unravel the five steps plan in a second..."

"You honored me Ragnarok-sama" sighed Demiurge, feeling disappointed in himself "but I thought it was a four-step plan, I am still unable to comprehend your greatness".

"Uh, and our was a two steps plan, lure enemies and loot their corpses, this is harder than we thought" shared a mental sigh Momonga and Ragnarok "we will have to bullshit our way out of these".

"Nay, don't sell yourself short Demiurge" exhaled flames Ragnarok " is simply that you are thinking as Ulbert made you think, my Brodir" pointed up to Momonga " was exalted even among us, the Supreme Beings, for being a prodigal mind; so it is not a surprise, but you impressed us with your intelligence, perhaps in time, you will be at the same level as us".

"I humbly thank you for your kind words" deeply thanked Demiurge the words of the Supreme Beings, not a surprise his Creator saw this two, fellow Supreme Beings as individuals worthy of respect and admiration.

"Once the forest is complete" continued Momonga expecting to sound and appear as an all-mighty Ruler whose foresight was beyond divine; acting was very hard "and the darkness has already established in it, we will use a combination of illusion spells and gradually stronger undead monsters".

"Nine concentric rings of defense" added Ragnarok "with low tier undead monsters on the first one and perhaps [Death knights] on the final one before they reach Nazarick, banded in what may look like as chaotic bands, but that will patrol the forest looking for intruders and will be guided by more powerful undead monsters, disguised as their lower versions"

"This sacrificial pawns will allow us some extraordinaire information about what we could expect outside" explained Momonga "until I am proven wrong, I will assume that there are stronger players than us out there, with this undead, we can test how strong and what their true intentions are, by putting some minor treasures in the bands of undead".

"If any intruder saws the treasure, picks it up and tries to walk away" snorted Ragnarok "then he was a low level filth that will soon be killed and used to replace the undead they could have destroyed, if they ignore the treasure and keep entering, then they know about Nazarick, this are the real treasure here".

"Information, resources, slaves, ingredients and items" continued Momonga with a softly but cruel laugh that send shivers through the spines of the guardians "five steps, five words, five objectives like the five fingers of my hand" he raised his own skeletal hand and clenched it like a fist, making all the Guardians shiver under the cold and soul-shattering sensation that emanated for their [Overlord] " that will crush any fool that tries to cause harm to my sacred home".

"That will be your orders," said Ragnarok " capture alive all intruders that are capable of defeating anything beyond the four ring of defense, then we could see what kind of world have we ended here".

"Before we leave, I still have a question for all of you, my Guardians," said Momonga "How do you see us?".

"Shalltear, you answer first" ordered Momonga the [True Vampire].

"The pinnacle of beauty and virility" answered the little [True Vampire] blushing and gasping under the emotions that run rampant in her core "The Supreme Beings that are the crystallization of beauty in this world".

"Fuuuuck, Peroronchino-san, I am going to strangle you" mentally freaked out Momonga and Ragnarok laughed his ass off, but on the outside, he kept his proud and superior smirk.

"Cocytus" called Momonga next.

"Stronger than all the Guardians, the Strongest spellcaster, and the Strongest warrior" exhaled frost the frozen Guardian "The Supreme Beings that are, without doubt, the absolute Rulers of Nazarick".

"Aura" continued Momonga

"Merciful and caring kings that always knew what to do" smiled the tomboyish [Dark Elf].

"Mare"

"A very kind Supreme Beings that worries and cares about us" blushed a little the travesty boy.

"Demiurge"

"Wise and efficient; overwhelming and cunning" described separately the [Arch devil] "The Supreme Beings that embodies the worlds inscrutable and unstoppable".

"We may have overdone a little or acting..." started to regret their boasting, both players.

"Sebas" turn his face Momonga to the butler, knelt at his right.

"Merciful rulers that stood with us until the very end, the Supreme Beings I have the glorious honor of service to the best of my capabilities".

"Lastly, Albedo" at this point, Momonga was torn between a sigh and slam his face against a wall, repeatedly.

"Our Supreme masters, those who stood at the top of the Supreme Beings" lust and adoration mixed in her glassy expression " a father to me in all but blood, and the [Overlord] I love".

"I walked right into that one" the red eyes of Momonga glow like red stars at the confession.

"Follow my lead, Brodir, now that we are screwed" laughed Ragnarok in Momongas mind, this [Message] conversations were a god sent to keep their appearance and do not step into each other toes "its time to do it with style".

"Magnificent, our Guardians"

Spoke Momonga and Ragnarok at the same time.

"We have witnessed your devotion and loyalty, and found it wonderful!, continue honoring Nazarick and us with such good work"

"Yes, our lords" echoed all the Guardians at the same time.

Before anything else can be said, the two Supreme Beings disappeared in the ray of light, a mark of the [Ring of Ainz-Ooal-Gown] teleportation spell.

For a while, no one dared to utter a single world, shaken by the presence of the two divine beings that have granted them the honor of their presence; Albedo was the first one to step up, as the Leader of the Guardians she should give example, but the glassing expression that she was sporting on her face, would have many any sane man run for his life; a mix between adoration, blush and unbearable lust that spoke volumes of the craziness that holds her pretty head.

"I am still terrified, big sis..." Mare has to hug his staff to do not clack his teeth, Momonga-sama alone was scary, together, he almost crapped his pants there.

"You can say, I thought we are going to die under that pressure" agreed Aura with the sentiments of her brother.

"Supreme Beings, indeed" exhaled his freezing mist Cocytus, even him was astonished for the power that the Supreme Beings has shown them.

"That's their true essence when they unleash their true selves, the presence of the Supreme Beings" get her hands in praying position Albedo, stunned and delighted at the same time.

"Agreed" raise his glasses Demiurge, no doubt they were feared, just their mere presence and even high-level NPC like them felt like they are going to be crushed into dust.

"Our loyalty seems to have reached them" commented Cocytus, proud of serving under such distinguished masters.

"They were totally different with us" commented Aura "Ragnarok-sama played with us, protected us from attacks and petted us after the battle" smiled Aura who had really enjoyed the petting, her master has given her and her brother.

"Yes, and Momonga-sama was kind to us" added Mare, who was more or less in the same wagon than his sister "he even gave us his water when we were thirsty".

A soft moan from Shalltear called the attention of Demiurge, as Sebas retreated to be at Momonga-sama quarters; even if there was two Supreme Beings now in Nazarick, Sebas was the butler of the Guild Master, and that was Momonga-sama; when the [Arch fiend] asked Shalltear If something was wrong, all hell broke loose between her and Albedo. Of course, as any sane male out there, the rest of the male Guardians moved far from the incoming catfight, leaving the damage control to Aura, who was another woman and the Guardian of this Floor.

It was no secret that Albedo has fallen head over heels for Momonga-sama and that Ragnarok-sama was kind of surrogate father for her; the proof was the World class item [Ginnungap] that she used in battle and that for a while, was the personal weapon of Ragnarok-sama. Unfortunately, Shalltear was a very sexually active [True Vampire] and by the actions of her creator, Peroronchino-sama, she was desiring to do unspeakable, lustful things with the two Supreme Beings. She even had all kind of ero-cosplays; or something along those lines; that Peroronchino-sama gifted her with, and that she was eager to try; repeatedly and at the same time; with the two Supreme Beings and with all the [Vampire brides] she could get in her massive bed in the longest orgy she could schedule.

Something that did not fit well with Albedo, neither with Aura nor Mare, but the latter were less vocal about it; anyhow, the [Succubus] would not, never, ever, allow Shalltear to stole her Momonga-sama from her, neither will she allow her surrogate father to sully his bed with this avaricious lamprey. Albedo would have no problems if she found her father in bed with all the Pleiades, at the same time, but Shalltear? not in a million years. Surrounded by powerful auras, as both were Level 100 NPCs after all, they continued insulting each other and quarreling about the topic of the Supreme Beings and their sexual life.

A bit far from them; AoE spells are a dangerous thing after all; Demiurge and the rest of the Guardians, sans Sebas, observed the incoming catfight and the efforts of Aura to keep it as controlled as she could, with little success for the moment.

"Truth to be told, I am curious about the result" commented Demiurge.

"Uh?" cleverly spoke Mare.

"Think about it, at some point, it is possible that either Momonga-sama or Ragnarok-sama would have an heir or heiress" explained Demiurge "it would safeguard the succession and would be a magnificent addition to the forces of Nazarick".

"That's blasphemy, what you are talking about!" quickly objected Cocytus.

"Think about it Cocytus" ignored Demiurge the objection "would it not be wonderful if the Supreme Beings left their descendants to us?".

"Err..." the [Vermin Lord] doubted, as his mind imagine himself teaching the ways of the warriors to the children of the Supreme Beings "yes, it would be good, no, It would be wonderful!" moved the tall warrior back and forth screaming his dreams to the sky.

Sometimes, Demiurge thinks what on earth had the Supreme Beings in their heads when they created the Guardians, in all, the antics of his fellow Guardians were funny or directly weird, however, he had to admit that he was not in the same League than the Supreme Beings and just trying to imagine how far did they see in their machinations and schemes was a futile effort. Proof being how they had turned the mysterious transportation of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, into a profitable venture that will strengthen Nazarick in the future.

Still, he was curious about why Mare and Aura had such clothing choices, it seems that Bukubuku Chagama-sama wanted Mare to be something called Otoko no ko; whatever that could mean, and despite being a boy, his personality was akin to a shy elven maiden; well, once again, the foresight of the Supreme Beings was something that eluded him, he should have to work harder to even begun to understand a sliver of their plans.

Somehow Aura managed to convince the two squabbling Guardians to stop fighting for the moment; something among the lines that it would be rare for the Supreme Beings to be monogamous, but the little piece of who was going to be the official wife and how Albedo was going to gut Shalltear if she even dared to flirt with Ragnarok-sama was still to be debated on a later date; for the moment they had a lot of work to do if they did not want to disappoint the Supreme Beings they sworn loyalty to, and who was an existence akin to the gods of them.

Great Tomb of Nazarick/ Hall of Momonga Private Quarters.

Said Supreme Beings were trying to made heads or tails for what they have learned about the NPCs and how did they saw them.

Momonga was resting his head against the wall, and Ragnarok was sitting on the stairs, already nursing his fourth tankard of the strongest mead he could remember to have in the inventory; unfortunately, in Yggdrasil, being drunk was equal to being poisoned and thanks to his racial class, Ragnarok can not be poisoned except with the poison called, [Blood of Jordmungand], that was considered a World class item itself, as it can poison anything, even jobs, and classes with absolute poison immunity.

"I am tired" muttered Momonga and Ragnarok chuckled, taking a sip from the tankard, he may not even be buzzed but the act of sitting and thinking things in a calmly and logical manner has done wonders to his mood.

"What's up with them and those glorious answers?" the red eyed of Momonga glow like little red stars " they were serious!".

"Aye, I see that too" aye, nice word, said Ragnarok taking another sip, even if he can not get drunk, the taste was still amazing "point is, I think I can understand them".

"What do you mean?" asked Momonga.

"Think about it, Brodir" shrugged Ragnarok "you are an NPC, everything you know is going to disappear, those that created you, that spoke with you, that took care of you, disappearing overnight, you vanish, alone and abandoned".

Momonga shut up, even if he was an undead, the emotions of protectiveness over the NPCs of his friends and the Great Tomb burn brightly within him.

"Suddenly, you found yourself back, with one of the creatures that created you, that did not abandon you and instead accompany you to the very end" rolling the tankard, Ragnarok felt surprisingly cold and in tune with the desired and adoration of the NPCs " a new opportunity, was it your fault?, why did all the Supreme Beings disappeared?, why are we going to die?, is I fall the last Supreme Beings, will I disappear too?, was that the reason why everything almost die?".

"Is not like that" negated Momonga who would have never caused harm to the NPCs of his dearest friends.

"I don't know, I am not an NPC" shrugged Ragnarok "but I was a player, and if the sadness and loneliness that I felt during the second that precede the Shut down of the servers of Yggdrasil are half of what they feel, Brodir, I do not wish that even for my worst enemy".

"Then we are some kind of saviors?, of gods?, that would be a little preposterous, don't you think?" asked Momonga.

"Nothing farther from the truth" darkly laughed Ragnarok "we are monster, Brodir, our very essences are death and violence, only the humans of our soul gifted us with emotions and desires outside of what our races should be".

"True that we are humans, trapped in this powerful bodies" nodded Momonga "but we are not monsters".

"Brodir, our races were the bad guys" deadpanned Ragnarok " remember the lore of our Hetermorphic races?, we aren't precisely made of sunshine and sugar, but negative energy and primal fire, the only reason we are not laughing maniacally with thunder behind our backs is because the "Human" inside of us is the one dictating the acts and thoughts, instead our race gives us instincts and emotions ".

"You may have found something there" admitted Momonga that saw the reason and logic behind the words of Ragnarok, he may have found the source of their altered mental state "but, if it was the case, should we be more attuned with the views and expectations of the NPCs?".

Ragnarok raise an eyebrow at the question, it has some logic, they should be like they saw them, but they were not, instead, they were the humans that acted as evil overlords, and that was the point.

"Nay, we are like they saw us but we are not like that," say Ragnarok having an epiphany and pointing his finger to Momonga, if the glowing of his red eyes, was an indication, he has caught his drift too.

"I see" nodded Momonga "that complicated things, doesn't it?".

"Honestly, Brodir?" raise an eyebrow Ragnarok "nay, it doesn't" emptied the forth mead tankard, he was felling in love with the beverage, both his character and him liked the taste of the drink "thing is, despite all the madness and craziness, I am happy to be here, I love this place, and if this is some kind of delusional dream, fuck it, I pretend to enjoy it to its fullest".

The jaw of Momonga opened with a loud clack and his eyes glow until they were like red torches in the empty socket of his skull. For a moment, both Momonga and Satoru Suzuki agreed on something, something that his friend has pointed out to them.

Why the heck did not enjoy this wonderful gift, this unspoken wish for all that's worth?.

Great Tomb of Nazarick/ Royal Suite/Ragnarok Private Quarters

Despite being one of the biggest players in the Guild; meaning that he could take a humongous form of hundred feet and more; the private rooms of Ragnarok were not customized for that size, instead it was customized for ten to eleven feet tall character. There was a reason for all this, and it was money, the only way on where Ragnarok could have customized his entire sections of the Ninth Floor, the Royal Suite, would have cost him a bloody fortune, and if there was something that Ragnarok despises was wasting anything, so, instead he customized it at the tallest setting that he could, without paying extra.

On itself, Ragnarok has crafted his quarters to be like the old Mead Halls and Viking houses that he has seen in all kind of documents and fictional settings, after all, if he was going to roleplay as an [Eldjotnar], he was going to do it in style. For that, he had to investigate about what would be proper and what could he use in the game to fit that role. In the end, Ragnarok was pretty content with the results. His quarters were impressive and cozy, with all the necessities that he could need as player and a lot of space for all kind of decorations; that right now, was real and useful for him; with personal twists to the emplacement so it could diverge from the "historical" setting and make it lore friendly for Yggdrasil. For a roleplayer character like him, if something was not Lore friendly; meaning it has no sense in the Lore of the game; then he will not use it.

From this perspective, he crafted his quarters to be a mix between a viking Hall, permanent residence with all kind of luxuries, his Rune forge and his Trophy room/Armory/Museum; despite making it quite impressive to the eyes, Ragnarok believed in functionality and each single thing on his quarters had some kind of utility, even if it was presented as nothing more than decorations. Call it a mania, but even in his "real life"; when he was Rick Riggs, the Roadie of that band of assholes that were hitting the rock stage like monkeys on crack; he was always a tidy and organized person, it was a must for his job, that depended on finding the correct tool, for the correct problem as fast as one can.

Following that thought, he always kept some nice goodies in his room, even if he has practically all his money in the Treasury Floor, along with a good part of his oldest items, things that he did not use anymore or had copies. Ragnarok has his own little Treasury, all of it enhanced with his [Runecraft I-X] skill, so if he falls in battle, or someone without a [Ring of Ainz-Ooal-Gown] or without a proper identification entered into it, the entire content of his personal treasure room would be teleported into the Treasury and the expositors that were in Ragnaroks Quarters, become deadly rune traps.

[Runecraft I-X] was his own personal skill, a unique job outside of the usual Racial and Job classes, that he could pick as an extra for being an [Eldjotnar], however, any [Dvergar], [Dwarfs], level enough [Enchanters] with the adequate skills and requirements, along [Blacksmiths] and a bunch of other professions could pick up this job too. It allows them to create Runes, anything can be enhanced with extra runes that provided them with a spell like abilities. As soon as Ragnarok knew of this job, he immediately picked it up and raised the ten levels that it had, forging his own personal weapons, instead of depending on lucky looting or cashing items

Useful as it is, it was not without weaknesses; the principal was how its versatility depended on the spell abilities of the [Runesmith]; technically, a player can only know about three hundred spells once he reached level 100; of course there were exceptions like Momonga, who know nearly eight hundred thanks to his unique character, but Ragnarok didn't need to know every single spell of the game to apply it as runes, even with a scroll or a sealing crystal with the spell on it, would suffice to achieve the desired effect; but he had to be of the appropriate job level to apply it.

For example, if Ragnarok wanted to add a rune that would add a fireball launching spell like ability to a weapon, he needed a scroll, sealing crystal or any source of the spell and had the [Runecraft IV] skill, to match the Fourth tier spell that was the Fireball. In Yggdrasil there were about six thousand spells available, so the [Runecraft I-X] skill could be the most versatile thing ever, if one had access to a good magic library, like for example, Ashurbanipal in the Tenth Floor, where the Guild has stored all kind of spell books or scrolls, or teleport to the Treasury and pick up some sealing crystals, some of them with even Over rank magics sealed.

Ragnarok was not a living encyclopedia of spells or skills, he had about two hundred to two hundred and fifty spells and skills under his belt, nothing compared with the eight hundred that Momonga has mastered but he was not a spell caster like Momonga, he was more akin to a war caster. He had enhancing spells, summoning spells and a few, offensive and debuff spells that reduce their enemy stats and allow him to pummel it to the ground; especially with the skills that his [Wold Destroyer] and [Heir of Surtr] classed gave to him. If he wanted to [Runecraft] something he always went to his friends for their magical abilities, specially Ulbert, Peroronchino, Bukubuku, and Momonga, that were among the strongest spellcasters of the Guild, with Momonga on top. In a duel of pure magical skills, Ragnarok was screwed, unless it comes to summoning or enhancing spells, then he had a lot of nice tricks under his sleeve.

Ragnarok was enjoying a little grub and booze in his room; sitting on a comfortable chair of stone and hellhounds furs that could withstand his body temperature; once he finished a little experiment with his [Runecraft] skill, he has pick up a simple Steel sword that he had in his Inventory his first levels and tried to add as many runes as he could into the humble piece of metal, however, he was shocked when he put a second rune and the piece melted in his hands, disappearing in a burst of magic. Annoyed he tried with another weapon, this time of superior quality and found that the quality of the base material was the key to determine how many runes can it withstand.

Using the item classification, and considering you can only put four runes as maximum on anything; only items of Divine and Legendary class could withstand four runes on them at the same time; Relic and Legendary three, Legacy and Top two and from Low to High only one, single rune; but the good news was that he can put anything he wanted on the runes, so he could pick up a Copper dagger and put a rune on it that contains a Tenth tier spell; as soon as he discovered that info, he laughed loudly. He soon imagined preposterous things like the [Black Hole Spoon of Doom] or [The Explosive mine Stick], now that would be something to laugh about, if there were other players around and Ragnarok beat the shit out of them with said items; they would never dare to show their faces against in public.

A soft knock in the door called his attention and he stopped munching the sides of a fried cow that his Homunculus-maids brought for him when he asked for some lunch, somehow; and please don't ask him how; the girls knew that he had an appetite that left theirs; a race that has increased food consumption as a penalty; like a frugal hermit. The trio of maids that were on duty for his quarter today, are Increment, Foss, and Foire for the afternoon, later in the night will be Cixous, Lumiere, and Fifth. To be honest, when he created the Homunculus maids along Whitebrim and Herohero, he didn't expect them to be this useful and bloody cute. Night service would be included?, was the question that Ragnarok has asked himself more than once, as he saw the girls work all over the place; contrary to Momonga, his libido was there and insistently knocking at his head doors, perhaps as a consequence of his [Eldjotnar] nature, that was predatory and burning in all the aspect of his life.

"Come in," said Ragnarok, increasing his jaw size and devouring the rest of the supper in two rapid bites, taking a massive tankard of beer to gulp down the tasteful meat. Even if his [Ring of the Alpha Doppelganger] was useless to transform his horns, it was still more than enough to perform this little tricks.

Albedo opened the door and bowed before entering in the room, as usual the Leader of the Guardians was dress with the white dress that Tabula designed for her, and in all honesty it really fit her like a glove, exacerbating her already inhumane charm, in a real world, she would leave supermodels as little more than ugly ducks. Perhaps it was too a little of parental proud, but one has to admit that the aspect of Albedo was more than enough to charm any hot blooded male and some females.

"Greetings, Albedo" saluted Ragnarok, pondering what could his surrogate daughter want; she should be very busy with the settings of the luring forest surrounding the Great Tomb of Nazarick, not to mention her interminable crusade to gain the love of Momonga.

"Ragnarok-sama" smiled the [Succubus] "I was thinking if you could assessor me a little more about how to get closer to Momonga-sama" fidgeted her a little, even if her insides were the pure devil and would skin babies with a smile, she was still a girl in love.

"When we are just the two of us, drop the honorifics" ordered Ragnarok, taking another long gulp from the tankard "if fact, keep it a secret from the rest of the Guardians but call me father or dad, when we are alone like this".

Albedo stiffened and blushed, fidgeting a little more and muttering a lot for herself before she found her voice back and cutely tried to protest.

"I would never dare to...but if that what's Ragnarok-sama whish".

"Father wishes" snorted Ragnarok, letting a short burst of flames go out of his mouth, correcting the Guardian, who smiled widely and nodded vehemently.

"Now, about your heart crusade" Ragnarok tapped his chin like he was pondering something, when in reality he had no bleeping idea about what to say, he really wanted to be nominated to Father of the year with Albedo, but his paternal experience was zero.

"I knew my Brodir for a long time" it was not a lie, they knew each other for about a decade thanks to Yggdrasil "like Demiurge says, he is truly inscrutable, his mind is a wonder that few can even begin to understand, however, in his brilliance, it lays his only weakness, if it can even be called like that".

"Father" Albedo looks like she tasted the word, her palms on her face cheeks, blushing, eyes a little glossy; if Ragnarok was still human, he would be running for the hills now, but for Ragnarok, the [Eldjotnar] she was just an adorable little girl "I think all the NPCs of Nazarick wanted to ask but, why did you call some Supreme Beings, Brodir? what does it mean?".

"Aye, Brodir" smiled Ragnarok with a fanged smile "keep this little secret, between you and me for now, at some point in the future, when I considered it appropriate, I will reveal it to all the Guardians, Sebas, the Pleiades and some other loyal servants of Nazarick" asked Ragnarok to Albedo, and she nodded, she would keep it with her life if it was needed. "Long before I became the [Heir of Surtr], I was a powerful [Eldjotnar], my blood was the noblest blood than one of my kin could have, but alas, my father, Surtr, wanted to be sure that his heir or heiress, was someone worthy of the burden that the [Eldjotnar] carried".

"Buuuullllshit…." singsonged Ragnarok in his mind "sure, I started to call them that in order to enrich roleplay experience, after we conquered the Muspellheim event and conquered the dungeon of Logevellir, where I get the [Heir of Surtr] class and [Laevateinn], a superb loot, but that game terms would not be precisely adequate for a pair of Supreme Beings, isn't it?".

Albedo was entranced by the story her surrogate father was telling her, any information over the origins and lives of the Supreme Beings were sketchy at best, and hearing it from one of them, was a tremendous honor.

"Surtr, called all of those that had the balls to defied him" snorted Ragnarok with humor, in truth, it was an event for all the players of the server but Ragnarok was making it as Lore friendly as he could, right now, this NPC would eat it in spoons " summoned them to Muspellheim and made them cross the blazing bridges of Surtvey and try to defeat him in the heart of his fortress, Logevellir".

"Nine of the Supreme Beings accepted that challenge" stated with pride Ragnarok, his body glowing with the emotions he carried " and at the end, I personally dealt the finishing blow at my father, killing him and claiming both my birthright and my weapon [Laevateiin], the sword that I will only unsheathe to fight the worthiest of the enemies; once everything was over" Ragnarok rest his back against the volcanic stone chair, hearing the fur ruffle and crackle a little for the pressure and the heat of his powerful body "I swore and oath of brotherhood with all the nine that helped me achieved the greatness that was mine since birth".

"Brodir, in the old language of the first [Eldjotnar], means, brother" revealed Ragnarok and Albedos eyes widened at the revelation "and that's why I called him that, I swore an oath of brotherhood, also Bukubuku-Chagama was my Systir, sister, as she was female, however, Momonga is the last of them alive, or undead at last", ended with a joke Ragnarok, at the end.

"I am grateful for the trust and the truth, father" bowed deeply Albedo "I didn't know that Momonga-sama and you had such a deep bond but you stood until the end at his side, like a real brother would do, I can not be more honored for being your daughter".

"Nay, lass, don't sell yourself sort" laughed Ragnarok ending his tankard and observing the bottom of the recipient, he touched a rune on the side of the table, it was a simple [Message] to the nearest maid that their services were required "you are still young and inexperienced, and the Nine Realms are a big and scary place; give yourself time".

"I am the king of Bullshiiiit, I bullshit my way out of anything, I am the Bullshitting fucking emperor" sang in his mind Ragnarok, who couldn't believe the trail of things that he has spouted and somehow make it credible, there was truth in all those lies, and perhaps that's why it worked.

The door of the room opened and the maid called Foire entered; the blonde haired, green-eyed homunculus, was a short but adorable girl with all the appropriate curves in all the appropriate places; as soon as she steps entirely in, she bowed deeply at the two presents.

"Yes, Ragnarok-sama?" asked the maid.

"Be a dear lass, and bring me a barrel of mead," asked Ragnarok.

"Understood, Ragnarok-sama" she bowed once more and walked out, rushing to carry on the command of the Supreme Being.

"Cute little thing that one" commented Ragnarok and soon noticed the frown of Albedo "something on your mind, Albedo?".

Noticing that her mask has slipped, something that only happened with Momonga-sama and him, she sighed, blushed and clenched her teeth in disgust and anger.

"That leech of Shalltear" she huffed "she is not only trying to seduce Momonga-sama but has stated her desires for you too!" Albedo almost screeched and then, seeing the raised eyebrow of her surrogate father, stopped her rant and tried to explain "not that I had anything to say on whom are going to be the blessed females that will have the honor of sharing your bed, father".

"Albedo" there was something in the tone of Ragnarok-sama that she did not like at all "I understood your worries, and believe me" the massive but gentle hand of Ragnarok, caressed the cheeks of Albedo, she smiled and leaned on his hand, enjoying the attention.

"As your surrogate father I like how protective you are, but I am the [Heir of Surtr], that means that I will take any female I could bloody want; maybe as slave, maybe as concubine or maybe as lunch; it depends on the day and my mood" now, that was his [Eldjotnar] side speaking, never in his bloody life will he force anyone, that's the lowest of the lows and that something that he will never do."If at some point in the future, I carry Shalltear to my bed and ravish her until she exploded from being filled with my seed, I expect you to respect my decision, as I did when you fell in love with my Brodir, have I not being anything but helpful to you on that regard?".

Albedo sighed and leaned in the hand of her surrogate father, may she not been happy, but even if she, still, was going to gut Shalltear like cattle if she ever caught her doing anything to Ragnarok-sama; her more rational part, had to agree with her surrogate father. She was a Guardian too, she was not a Supreme Being, how dared she to pretend to be loved by such an exalted existence as Momonga-sama?, or how she dared to impose anything on the one that was only a Supreme Being, but a loving father that has done nothing but being good for her.

"I am scared of myself," thought Ragnarok as she kept caressing Albedos face, at the end of the conversation, how has he spoken, what has he said and how he felt nothing about half of the horrors that he has said. This world was making him a monster of the biggest caliber and at the same time, the man hiding under the monstrous appearance felt nothing about it.

Soon they started to talk about other questions, from ideas to the forest to how she liked to sew and has already sewn clothes for the children of her and Momonga until they were five years old. In all, despite being monsters, they really do appear to be a father and daughter conversation. Something that did not escape the attention of Foire, who soon came back with the barrel of mead and proceed to serve Ragnarok-sama and Albedo-sama as it was her duty and joy.

When she got back to the maid quarters, she lost no time in telling the tale of the event, and even if Foire was known for being a lousy liar; this time she was not lying, it ringed too true to be one of her horrible lies. As the tale run among the maid quarters, all the maids gain a new respect and little crush on the Supreme Being, for being, Lupus Regina Beta-sans words, a total DILF, whatever that means but somehow, all of them know it was perfect for the Supreme Being.

Meanwhile, Ragnarok suffered a shiver running down his spine, and considering his race, he felt it was odd, but shrugging it like it was nothing, he paid attention to the experiment he had on the hands at the moment; the creation of a magic ring that could affect his horns and, if it was successful, give his Brodir a flesh body. This world deserved to experiment to its fullest.

Great Tomb of Nazarick/ Airspace over the Tomb

As members of the human race, as part of the industrial, modern, civilization that inhabits the planet called earth, neither Momonga, not Ragnarok, has ever seen a sky like the one they were contemplating right now. In the year 2138, the level of pollution in the major cities of the world has skyrocketed, practically all city worthy of being considered one had a permanent cloud of smog over it. Being a member of a band that toured worldwide, Ragnarok has been able to witness some spectacular natural views, but even those, paled in comparison to what he was seeing right now. For the first time in their entire lives, they were seeing a truly clear sky.

It has been a while since they were transported or incarnated or whatever in this new world, and during that time, they have been busy, testing exactly what they can do and what they can not; not to mention checking that everything in Nazarick was incorrect and functional order. A lot of the utilities and implements that they made in Nazarick were decorative if anything else; nailing paint shop for example; or the baths, there was no need of baths in Yggdrasil other than feeling roleplaying a bath; now they are fully functional, and used for most of the NPC of Nazarick that had a deep sense of cleaning and decorum. Ragnarok didn't know who put that piece of code into their programming, but he was happy for it nonetheless.

As Ragnarok was testing his Forge and the rest of the commodities of his quarters; especially the Spiral of Triumphs, as he has baptized a special wing on his quarters that contain images and items that commemorated the victories that Ainz-Ooal-Gown has achieved since he was part of the Guild. He lost himself a little in that memory lane, walking down the room, shaped as a descending Spiral that had the walls covered in paintings and showcases that show and explains, in a very lore like manner, the different raids and achievements that Ainz-Ooal-Gown made, since it was formed as Ainz-Ooal-Gown, from the original Touch-me´s Nine-Goal-Down.

The pictures were pics made during play gameplay by all the members of the Guild and them mixed together with an image editor to fit into the "paintings" that any player could order from the different artisans that the game provided; in all it was a very rewarding experience, having an NPC guiding you trough all the process of editing the image, to finally create something that could easily hang in a museum at the side of classic paintings, however, they are only as good as the graphics of the Game allow them to be; a problem that does not seem to be the case in Yggdrasil, and even if Ragnarok was far from understanding anything about the complexities of art; he had to admit that his Spiral look fucking amazing now, some pictures even moved!; something possible, courtesy of his [Runecraft] skill that embedded in the frame of the picture a rune imitating a low tier spell that created a moving illusion.

Good memories all of those, from their first victory together in a rookie raid, to the moment when Touch-me put them all under their wings and start harvesting triumph after triumph; from Event bosses that entire armies of player could beat, to conquering and raiding other Guilds bases and HQ; making lots of players, regret the day they fucked with Ainz-Ooal-Gown. Still, they may have gone a little overdrive with all the evil overlord theme that seems to be the base of their roleplay; not that Ragnarok cares, considering his race, there would be no other possibility for a character like him.

Lazily walking down the Spiral, Ragnarok realized that he still had a lot of space for more paintings and showcases, but without the console to manipulate the place, he pondered about how to make it happen. Perhaps at the core of the dungeon, where the exchange machine was, there could be options to create more pictures; anyhow, all of how these entire new world system works was still a mystery for them, and for the moment, Ragnarok and Momonga has pass the time, acclimating to his new bodies, mostly Ragnarok, who was the fleshy one of the two and had to deal with a lot more urges than the Undead, who simply calmed as soon as something tries to get the best out of him.

In a more pragmatical sense about their new capabilities; Inventory was still there, allowing them to keep all the items they could need; if the number of slots available in the Inventory was still the same than Yggdrasil, then they could carry around millions of items of all kind of functions; from magic weapons, to miscellanea items like crafting items and ingredients. The same went for their racial and passive skills, between the battle with the [Primal Fire elemental] and today, they had already tested how the benefits from their character races applies in full to this new world, the same with the spells and skills they could call, instead of bars, they feel their MP/HP as wells of power, from where they draw with they need and transform into the spells/Skills they need.

What surprised both was the knowledge they now had about how things work; even if you are a spellcaster, in a game you do not have a degree in metaphysical physics, nothing of the sort; you just use magic and that's it, but right now, Ragnarok and Momonga could tell the difference, in theoretical terms, between a [Fireball] and a [Firebolt], how different summons works and materialized. It was mind-blowing, it was like suddenly having dozens of university careers shoved down your throats, however, all of them was useless if their knowledge was not applicable to these new worlds and how their inhabitants manipulate magic if they ever had something akin to magic. Considering there was nothing but green grass in miles around, he had nothing solid to make a theory about what they could found out here, for what he knew, he could have ended in the middle of a hyper advanced society full superheroes and nanomachines.

Walking out of the Spiral, seeing with a nod that the maids of the Morning shift were working hard to left the place spotless, he moved out of their way, hard work must be rewarded with appreciation and respect; his quarters were big enough to keep the trio of ladies working non-stop to left it clean. Especially at the botched up attempts, he has made when he was testing his [Runecraft], some sludge and puddles of melted items were all that was left from his most spectacular failures. Fortunately, there was nobody close, that could see the "Supreme Being" acting like a hamster on caffeine at the visage of the melting items and foul smelly sludge explosions around, yeah, not precisely Ragnarok most brilliant actuation.

Ragnarok unequipped his armor and clothes, and dived head-on into the Olympic size lava pool that he had in his bathroom; his naked form pierced the hot magma like a fish cut through the water and he just floated inside the lava, indifferent to the heat and the pressure, not to mention he didn't need to breathe inside it. He started to think about what they could do from now on. Exploration was high on the list of things to do; however, he was tempted to summon some dozens of [Fire Draco] and put collars on their necks with runes acting as [Clairvoyance] and [Crystal monitor] and a receiving full body mirror with [Fake coat] and [Counter Magic detection]; thanks to his [Create Greater Item], he could easily create the necessary items for the task, and call it a day; but for the moment he was simply enjoying some R&R in this new world.

Being a roadie, especially one of the staff of the idiotic band he worked for, was a very stressful position, they believed you are a mix between a miracle worker and a slave; running like headless chicken to him with all kind of problems and expecting to him to miraculous solute everything in time for the next concert; bunch of wankers all three of them, they wouldn't find their own asses even with a map with neon signals. But he was free now.

Swimming back to the surface, Ragnarok cut the surface of the lava like a whale, tossing lava to the sides, fortunately, there were runes that prevent any lava to fall out of the pool and cause harm to the surrounding furniture; he was not an idiot and thought about that, even if he just made the pool as a fun extra to have in his bathroom, instead of the usual bathtub, there was no real need for any bathroom utilities in Yggdrasil, but right now, he was utterly happy for having to be so thoroughly with the decorations and furniture of his quarters. Standing on the lava, covered only from the waist down, Ragnarok stretched his arms and listened to the pops of some joints, this new body of his was an absolute wonder, he felt amazing, younger and stronger than he has felt in decades.

A trio of female figures swam around him, the crystalline giggles of the girls could be eared in all the pool, as they playfully swan around the figure of Ragnarok, who smiled at them and opened his arms; these beauties were an extra nice perk that he didn't expect, when he discovered that bathing in the lava pool, not only cleaned and refreshed him but that he had an extra trio of devoted maidens on it.

They were [Lava maidens], a middle tier monster, fire based, that Ragnarok captured as part of an event. However, he captured three more than was needed, and brought them to Nazarick, setting them into the Lava pool; considering it like an aquarium, but with lava instead of water. When he was a player, he sometimes came and saw them moving and swimming in the lava pool and the HUD always told him that they were loyal and happy "pets", even if he had not a tamer job to spoke of. He had to admit, much for his shame, that he has forgotten about them, but when he took a swim in the Lava pool, to test its usefulness; the trio of girls appeared before him and took good care of him, bathing him and "servicing" him with devotion and pleasure.

The [Lava Maidens] were essentially human females made of bright orange and red lava, whose hair was a burning flame, always upwards and who lacked eyes; just like a mannequin but with only that trait out of their features, having noses, puffy, Vermillion, lips, orange teeth and some rotund curves on their bodies. They lacked a language but they were able to communicate with Ragnarok; emotions, thoughts, something akin to telepathy more than spoken language. Through the connection that he had with all fire based creatures, in part from his [Heir of Surtr] racial class and in part for his [Ring of the Muspellheim Tyrant]; together they made him practically the lord of any Fire Type creature, no matter the level, except, of course, players and Bosses. Even if they were made of Lava, for Ragnarok, they were like made of fleshy silk, and when they offered their services, his [Eldjotnar] libido smashed him with a baseball bat and made him took all the three of them in an hour-long foursome.

Two interesting pieces of information came from that little rump; one, he can get laid but he had to be extra careful, if the objective of his affections is not resistant enough to endure his ministrations; the [Lava maidens] did suffer some bruising damage from the savage pounding, but standing inside a lava pool, granted them instant regeneration, so the damages only enhanced the pleasurable experience for them, even if Ragnarok feel like a complete asshole for hurting them. Second, he had all the body functions that one could think belonged to the reproductive system; and it was surprising as he has not sensed the desire of using the W.C in all this time, despising the feast that he has been eaten as soon as he felt hunger. He could spread his seed but could not take a pee, shocking and useful at the same time. And no, the [Lava Maidens] were not pregnant, even if he could bed them no problem, he would have to transform himself into a [Lava Lord] to have any chance of offspring with the [Lava maidens].

The trio of maidens, lost no time in circling his master and cleaning him with careful and tender applications of lava waves and streams, rubbing her hands onto the superb muscles of their lord, delighted in the heat and power he emanated. From their perspective, even if they were bathing assistants, it sure beats being lazing around in some forgotten dungeon, only to be beaten around by players and waiting to be reborn again to rinse and repeat. Here, they could abandon the pool, mix and mingle with other NPCs and in general having something akin to a family or at last, a group where they all belong. That and the sex was awesome; Ragnarok-sama libido was off the charts, they were surprised that in all the time they had been at his service, he never imposed on them like that, only when they offered themselves to him in mind and body, did he took them and made them felt like they had never felt.

Ragnarok, for his part, was happy to have the girls around, he felt that he should have given them names, but as they can not speak and practically communicate with him in a gestalt-like manner, Lava maidens seem to be an appropriate definition when verbal communication was needed with anyone that was not him. So far, they are happy with their home and their jobs, so Ragnarok has done nothing but keep them where they are and visit them daily, he had to bathe like any other jack out there, and having such a lovely trio of ladies at his service was only a plus in his book. However, he had the nagging sensation in the back of his head that all this acceptance of the situation was to blame on his [Eldjotnar] nature, that takes anything it wants, by violent means if it is necessary. It was terrifying to say the last.

Once the ladies helped him to bathe, he climbed out of the pool, and equipped a simple set of clothes, a waist long sleeveless tunic with his personal symbol on his chest, salamandra black leather pants and bots with golden toes; over his shoulder he wrapped his [Cape of the Frozen Wrym]; and Legendary class item that he carried around, mostly because it was cool and fit with his viking image a lot; a jewel with the symbol of Ainz-Ooal-Gown buckled up the cape with the rest of the clothes. Ragnarok was about to teleport himself to the bar, looking for a cold drink, when a [Message] reached him.

"Ragnarok-san, you should come outside and see this, I am flying over the Tomb," said Momonga, in a tone of admiration and surprise.

A little surprised for the words of Momonga, and pondering why has he got out of Nazarick before the forest and the security measures are set up, Ragnarok answered the message, with curiosity filling his thoughts.

"In on my way, Brodir" answered Ragnarok, teleporting with his guild ring to the first floor, surprising a little the three demons that were on the entrance looking at the sky in a mix of devotion and confusion.

A simply [Fly] spell later and the black and burning visage of Ragnarok took a flight to the skies too, following the direction where the demons were looking, before he appeared and they kneel immediately, recognizing him even in the middle of the night of the outside. His mane being a scorching orange and red flame did help to recognize him, he was a living torch, something that has brought a lot of jokes when they attacked Dungeons with visibility penalty, that was negated by the constant fire effect on Ragnaroks skin and hair. It didn't take long to Ragnarok to pierce through the clouds and erupt from them near the position where Momonga and Demiurge were observing the most glorious full moon and night sky that he has seen in all his life.

"Breathtaking," said Ragnarok floating near Momonga, with a bow of the head to respond to the deep bow of Demiurge; partially transformed into his more monstrous [Arch devil] visage, right now, the Overseer of the Ninth Floor was some kind of winged toad with steel-spiked tail in a red suit.

"So many stars, burning and glowing in the sky, their fires reflecting a thousand colors under that silver beacon" open his arms Ragnarok trying to embrace the massive full moon that glows over them.

"Astonishing, is it not?" chuckled Momonga, covered in a black full plate with a red cape; as wizard he should not have been able to equip something like that, so Ragnarok supposed it was some kind of magic item, any class can equip any magic item they put their hands on, that has been the salvation of more than one player at some point.

Smiling like a predator, Ragnarok rose a hand and suddenly, the shadow of his hand started to cover the moon, slowly but surely, diminishing his glow, dark and violent shadow flames danced on the surface of the moon, promise of the pain and violence that will come, and as the moon was covered like that light effect, the surface of the world, reflected that image; all beings that were touched by the shadow of the moon that night had nightmares that night, promises, whispered of a fire being that brings damnation to their world.

"[Presence of the oldest being], be hax, yo" sweat dropped Ragnarok at the picture, he didn't expect this to happen, but it was one of those occasions to sink or swim.

"Ours!"

Cruelly laughed Ragnarok, grabbing half the moon in his fist, the deep and resonating laugh of Momonga joined his laughs as the [Ruler of Death] rose his own skeletal hand and joined in the nightmares of all the beings that sleep that night, under the moonlight.

"Conquering everything?" laughed Momonga with glowing red eyes, glowing in fierce manner "that could be an interesting idea".

Demiurge almost fall to the floor, shocked to the core, are this Supreme Beings saying what he thought they were saying?, is that their true will; even an [Arch devil] like him was terrified of the enveloping and monstrous presence of the Supreme Beings, his Lords were as amazing as he ever thought they were and only Demiurges force of will, prevented him from begging for mercy, at the image of two gods, laughing as they crushed the moon.

Unfortunately for him, his masters were laughing their asses off, not even thinking for a second in the world conquest; nothing of the sort, just commenting how they are becoming natural at this Supreme Beings act; it was truly exhausting, but they have to do it; last thing anything of them wanted was to be caught with the hand in the cookie jar and revealing that they were nothing but a pair of lost humans, in a place way too much over their heads.

A grumbling noise called their attention, as a sudden forest started to erupt in the floor under them, soon they saw the figure of Mare, doing his best to create the forest they had tasked him with.

"[Druid], plus spell enhancing items, plus race with affinity to nature magic; not really a surprise he is doing well," thought Momonga at the spectacle of a thick and tall forest spreading itself at a good speed all around the Tomb of Nazarick.

"I should reward Mare for his hard work" commented Momonga "what do you think it will be appropriate?" turn his now helmet covered face to Ragnarok.

"Just talk to him" shrugged Ragnarok "he is a child at heart yet, even if he is seventy years old, and as any little child, like to being cuddled".

"Thanks for the advice" nodded Momonga, as he and Demiurge fly down to salute Mare in his job.

Meanwhile, Ragnarok keep flying in the cold, starry night, really, Blue-planet would have had an orgasm if he could see something like this, the bloody hippie was an all for the nature lover who would have turned Nazarick into a flowerpot if he could. Remembering old discussions and friendly quarrels with other guildmates, Ragnarok would have loved to have some of them with him; they would have found this new world as amazing as he has. Allowing himself some time to be melancholic, he floated around, feeling the cold winds and the smells of the sky as he enjoyed an old dream of humanity.

"AAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRIIIIIIGGGGGTTTTTTTTTTT" boomed the happy voice of Albedo, making Ragnarok almost buckle in mid-air for the sudden noise.

"What the flying fuck?" thought Ragnarok, eying the [Succubus] who was pacing back and forth and doing a silly victory dance over the walls of Nazarick.

Carne Village/ Re-estize Kingdom

"Truth to be told, I was expecting a lot more courage from supposedly professional soldiers" commented Momonga over the corpses of the two knights that he has dispatched like it was nothing, even with a Fifth tier spell they fell like domino pieces; it was truly disappointing. Looking at the two corpses, he realized that he felt nothing. That he has just slain two humans with no other reason than to see if his spells were adequate for this world, and now, he was eying the taller of the corpses, thinking about if they could serve as undead guards.

"[Create Mid-tier Undead: Death Knight]" commanded Momonga and felt a gack forming in the back of his mind, when a disgusting black ooze covered the corpse and as if it has been covered in petroleum, it transformed the human corpse, into the blackish form of a [Death Knight], tower shield and flamberge sword included.

"Exterminate all warriors with that armor in the village" ordered Momonga to the undead, pointing to the armor that the other corpse was wearing. With a loud roar, the undead knight turned his body to the direction of the village and start running with thunderous stomps, searching for the objectives that his lord has given to him.

"Defensive monster, my ass" grumbled inwardly Momonga, who would have loved to blink a pair of times when the bloody [Death Knight] left him behind; he sure has ordered him to kill all the knights, but he should be always at the side of his master; otherwise what the heck did he need a defensive monster like him for?.

Turning his attention to the shivering and wounded girls behind him, Momonga turned his body to them, unknowing that they were terrified of his imposing appearance, for the two girls, one barely a child, it was like the Grim Reaper has come for them, however, the skeleton has killed the two knights with a couple of simple gestures

A purple crystal portal opened, and the black armored form of Albedo came out of the [Gate], she was carrying his [Ginnungaggap] and her [Trismegistus] armor; as Momonga has ordered her, she had come in full battle regalia. Momonga was fearing that these new world inhabitants would be a challenge, and among all the NPCs of Nazarick, Albedo was the one with the highest Defense ratings; Ragnarok-sans not included in those calculations, but he was a frontline damage dealer, not a defensive character; however, after seeing the weak these knights has resulted to be, he was suspecting that even with a low tier summon would have been more than enough., well, live and learn.

"I came at your command" greet Albedo to her lord and beloved, she was a bit confused about what was doing Momonga-sama helping these inferior life forms, but his orders were absolute and would be followed to the letter.

"Thank you Albedo" nodded Momonga, turning his face to the wounded girl that was hugging the little one, protecting her with all her might "now, drink this" presented the girl with a healing potion.

Enri Armot was your everyday hard working farm girl, loyal to her parents, a good big sister to her little sister, she even knew an important person in town. Nfi always has been good to her; however, right now, the pain of her back and the cold sensation of the blood spilling into the floor was making it difficult for the girl to concentrate; it didn't help that when she thought that everything was lost, Death has come, appearing out of a purple tear in the air, carrying the night on his shoulders and power on his voice; it this was not what people feel when they meet a god, then Enri didn't know how it could be.

"Blood?" blinked the young girl "is he trying to tell me to die for my sister? well, it has sense, gods would not move a finger for a lowly farm girl like me without a price".

"I will drink" Enri force her voice to be as straight as she could, the pain of the wound of her back did not help, but she took strength for the idea of protecting her little sister "but please, spare my little sister".

"Big sis, no!" the little girl grab the arm of her big sister, protesting and trying that she would not take the blood vial that the Death was ordering her to drink.

"Nemu, stop" wrestled Enri with the little girl, who was hanging from her arm like her life depended on it.

"No, no" there was desperation in the little girl's voice, she has lost her parents already, no way in hell was she going to lose her sister.

"Nemu, stop, be quiet!" the wounds on Enris back were making this more difficult than it already was.

"Uh, yeah, of course, why trust into the massive skeleton that has killed two armored soldiers like nothing?"chuckled Momonga mentally, realizing that he must not be precisely a calming image "but I am offering them a healing potion no? or is this new world devoid of magic?".

"You pathetic life forms!" screeched Albedo raising her devastating bardiche, ready to cut them in half.

"A-Al-Albedo, wait" intervened Momonga before things went out of control "low your weapon, you are rushing things".

"Understood" returned Albedo to her more soothing tone of voice, lowering the black weapon.

The girls were already terrified and the menace of Albedo was not precisely helped the matter; mentally sighing, Momonga offered the potion to the oldest sister, trying to sound reasonable and helpful, its harder than it looks when you are from an undead race and practically covered in your Divine class regalia, he really should take a page from Ragnarok-san books and start changing clothes or better, see if he has managed to create the shape shifting ring he was so determined to create; it would be nice to eat and drink again, not to mention sleep; three days of constant mental effort was exhausting, even for an undead like him.

"This would heal you, drink it," said Momonga in neuter tone.

Enri still had her doubts, but when Death ask something for you, you obey without reservations; taking the vial, she uncorked it and drank the contents; as soon as the red liquid pass through her lips, a green light and cold sensation washed on her back, closing the flesh and even the clothes, like the wound has never been there. She ended the vial and turn her head to her back, not really believing what she was seeing.

"Impossible" she muttered.

"The pain has gone, no?" asked Momonga and she nodded in affirmation.

Momonga raised his hand to his jaw and do seem to be pondering something, then he turned his attention back to the sisters and observed them with his red glowing eyes. Both Enri and Nemu were scared shitless of Death, but Death has healed Enri and protected them from the knights that had killed their family.

"Do you know about magic?" inquired Momonga, really hoping that magic would be a common theme in this world otherwise, all his skills would be a lot harder to hide.

"Yes" answered Enri "a very good friend of mine, from the city, was a wizard, he cast spells for us from time to time".

"Excellent, then know that I am a spell caster" explained Momonga, raising his hand with his palm opened to them "I am going to cast some protective spells on both of you".

"[Anti-Life Cocoon], [Wall of protection from arrows]" the spells glow as the magic circles grew in size with green lights and created a protective shell for the girls.

"That would be enough, but just in case there are undead or golems around..." thought to himself Momonga after casting a very simple yet effective combination of protective spells that was the bread and butter of spellcasters like him.

"I give you this too" said Momonga picking up a couple of old items from his inventory and tossing it inside the shell, as it was not arrows, they pass through the green light easily, the [Horn of the General Goblin] a cheap, and Low class item that Momoga had, dusting around in his equipment, judging from the strength of the two knights that he has just killed, it would be more than enough "blow the horn and an army of [Goblins] will come to your rescue".

Turning his body around, Momonga was ready to fly into the village, to see if the [Death Knight] has already finished his task, it shouldn't take long for a Mid-tier undead like him, but before he could walk away from the scene, the girls called for it.

"Thank you very much for saving our lives," said the girls on their knees, deeply grateful for being alive.

"Can we know your name?" innocently asked Enri.

Momonga stopped in his tracks, his red eyes glowing.

"My name?" he thought, clenching the staff in his right hand with a stronger grip, he thought about that.

What was his name, Momonga?, Satou?, what was his name?, the one that he was proud off, the one that has brought him nothing but happiness, his true name, his real, unique name that will be forever engraved in this new world, the name than perhaps would bring his dearest friends to him once more. Will he do it? can he do it? should he do it? so many questions, so little answers and one single, burning desire raging rampant in his heart.

With a heartfelt laugh, Momonga turned around and proudly announced to the girls on their knees.

"Do remember my name, I am Ainz-Ooal-Gown".

Hill over Carne-Village/Re-estize kingdom.

"So...having fun playing the hero?" the unmistakable amusement in the voice of Ragnarok-san made Momonga, chuckle mentally as well "I knew Touch-me was a bad influence on you, look at you, a silver cape and you will be around saving damsels and killing dragons, just for Albedo to kill the damsels and jump at your bones".

"Do not even joke about it, Ragnarok-san" muffled protest came from Momonga thoughts "It's only my way of repaying Touch-me-san kindness in my own way".

"Well, they are a mine of information" admitted Ragnarok "and we have confirmed the validity of our theory that this world in another medieval setting, good thing, although I don't know if things like CZ Delta, after they uploaded her race [Automaton] in the Fall of the Valkyrie patch, will be around, I'm not sure what kind of things can we found".

"So far, this seems to be very familiar with Yggdrasil, but the NPCs are alive, although the knights were kind of disappointing, I expected more, the die too easily, a mere Fifth tier spell" Momonga knew that there was something wrong with him, that he should be not so cold, back when he was human, the mere idea of assassination freeze him, and now, he has killed two personally and possible a dozen or so with his [Death Knight] "and the [Death Knight] butchered them, at the time I finally reached the village, he has already decimated the knight force".

"Well, that's a good thing" shrugged Ragnarok mentally "I mean, I would love a challenge, but if this world is so weak, then spreading the name of Ainz-Ooal-Gown would be easy".

"About that," said Momonga, awkwardness, and embarrassment in his thoughts " I may have done something, that you are not going to like".

" And would be it exactly?" raise an eyebrow Ragnarok.

"I stated proudly, that my name was Ainz-Ooal-Gown," said Momonga with a mental sigh, feeling bad for stealing the name of his guild like that, without even asking.

"Uh, well, that was unexpected" replied Ragnarok a little surprised, he didn't thing Momonga would be so daring, but perhaps it was for good "however, it can be good, if your name grows, perhaps another of our Guildmates may ear of it and come back to Nazarick".

"I thought you will be offended by this" confessed Momonga.

"Brodir, I am not the Guild master, you are, if you want to take it to the next level and even name yourself after the Guild, then go ahead" chuckled Ragnarok "Glory to Ainz-Ooal-Gown, uh? quite the bath of masses; are you sure you were looking out for your own cult?".

"Please, Ragnarok-san" whined Momonga "don't even think about it, if it wasn't for my emotion suppression skill as undead I would be digging myself and hole and dying of embarrassment there".

"Nay, you have brought this to yourself" laughed Ragnarok "now, on a more serious matter, what really annoys me is how you didn't invite me to your little party!" protested Ragnarok "I wanted some action too, things are getting bored in Nazarick, and I completely domain [Runecraft] by now", I even had the [Thousand faces Rings] done and everything".

"You work fast" admired Momonga the dedication of his friend "what class are they? did they work?".

"Divine class, if my [All appraisal magic item] works as well as I hope it works" proudly stated Ragnarok of this masterpiece he has cooked in the little time they have been in this new world "it stores one appearance, from any race you want, and transform you into that appearance, without losing any benefits, think of it as a suit that you dress, over your real appearance".

"That is going to be useful" nodded Momonga to himself, he has already planned to appear among the adventure community as soon as he discovered their existence, however, he would have been obliged to take drastic measure to hide his undead appearance and nature, with the ring, it was way easier.

"Already planning a trip?, not that I blame you, I am planning my own little exploration too" confessed Ragnarok that wanted to see the world outside the Tomb, but as Momonga was cautious in his approach and wanted a more, regular appearance, to mix with the common populace instead of being received with swords and spells.

"Ainz-sama" the voice of Albedo calling for him took Ainz out of his thoughts, he has to accustom now to be called by the name of his guild "there is a bunch of riders coming for the village, they are armed" informed Albedo of the same thing that the lesser life forms have informed her of.

"Interesting," said Ainz, trying to sound mysterious and all-knowing when he had little idea about what to do next.

"Should we kill them all?" asked Albedo, really hoping to kill some of this low insects that dared to do not grovel at the feet of Ainz-sama; however, father has asked her to reign back a little, and gave Ainz-sama space and acting a bit more low tempered and sedated, in order to gain his love.

"No for the moment" negated Ainz "lets see what they want and then we will react accordingly" ordered Ainz, walking to reunite with the newcomers, perhaps they could light some information about what all that was about.

Plains outiside Carne Village/Re-estize Kingdom

"Goodnight, gentleman" presented Ainz before the bunch of assassins that had tried to kill, Gazeff whatever, the captain of this kingdom military; the man has put on a very brave resistance, but against dozens of [Flame Archangels], he was way over his head.

"Who the hell are you?" snorted Nigun Grin Luid, Captain of the Sunlight Scripture of the Slane Theocracy and right now a very annoyed man, they had their prey on the sights and ready to receive the cup the grace and now this man and his armored slave came from nowhere and made him disappear like he was not even there.

Nigrun was not having a great week, first that bitches of Blue Rose; the Adamantite-rank adventurer group of this backwater kingdom; meddled into a raid on a village made of those abominations called Demi-humans, that pests should die, as the [Elves], [Dwarves] and all other inferior races, all of them were nothing but stain in the face of the Six Great Gods and as a member of the Sunlight Scripture, Nigun was in charge of eliminating all non-humans races and monsters.

Truth to be told, Nigun was not entirely convinced of what the hell was he doing here; he was the Captain of the Sunlight Scripture, he specialized in hunting and killing Demihumans, so, killing Gazeff Strongnoff was not among the orders that he was expecting to receive; after the fiasco with the Blue Rose and the scar that he now had as consequence of that bitchs Lakyus powerful magic sword, he was expecting him to be sent to the front lines against the [Beastmen], who has started to grow relentless lately, raiding deeper than they had done in several decades.

But orders are orders and Nigun listened to the orders of his Commander, Raymund Zarg Laurassan and obeyed, preparing the cage for the best warrior of the Re-estize kingdom, a man called Gazeff and was considered one of the most powerful humans alive, outside of the adventurer guilds and the other organizations that each kingdom had in their governments.

"My name is Ainz-Ooal-Gown" humorously said Ainz, that was looking at the [Flames Archangel] and the [Principality of Observation] with a mix of nostalgia and curiosity, those are Yggdrasil summons, their appearances are exactly like he remembered, " please, call me Ainz".

"My dear Slane Teocracy members, I do have some relation with that little village" Ainz would be lying if he was not enjoying this moment, frankly, if the Mid Level angel that they have here is the top of their powers, this was going to be a bloody walk on the park.

"So, you are going to beg for their lives?, it is a bit too late, all of them are going to die, along Gazeff" said Nigun confident in their superior numbers, not only in spell caster, but in summons as well, even if this newcomer was something else, the lines of a Heroic level spell caster, they are simply too many.

"Then allow me to offer you a proposition" sighed Ainz, knowing that this was the kind of man that grow cocky and arrogant when everything was in his favor and cried and begged for mercy when things went south; Neuronist Painkill is going to have a field day with him.

"Everyone of you that surrender peacefully will be granted a swift and painless death" cold as winter, Ainz open his gauntlet; he needed to hide his undead features for the moment "however, any fool that resists, will be tortured in ways that would make gods cry".

Nigun swallowed loudly, there was something in this spell caster and the black armored slave that came with him that give him the creeps; after all, pulling a magic trick like he has done, teleporting Gazeff and all the soldiers that they had killed and wounded, was not an easy feat; that means that he was probably a Fifth tier spell caster, something at the same level than Gazeff or Blue Rose. But Nigun was not a pushover either, his special talent, a skill that allows him to gave impressive extra strength to all his summons and others near him; it was enough to make the angels surrounding him capable of taking down an adult [Beast man] in one to one battle.

That was one of the reasons why he became captain of the Sunlight Scripture, between his summoning empowering ability and the large usage of spell caster of the Sunlight Scripture, they were among the most capable units to deal with those filthy beasts and their kin, as despicable and abominable as them.

Quickly doing some calculations in his head, Nigun determined that even if Ainz was a spellcaster of the Fifth tier, they could overwhelm him and his bitch with enough empowered summons to kill him; after all, no one knew of his little empowering trick and Ainz must be thinking that this was usual [Flame Archangel] creatures than even a Mythril rank adventurer could takedown, but not without effort.

"Angels, eviscerate him" simply ordered Nigun extending his hand; a couple of the flying, armored, white figures, rammed their swords into Ainzs chest with all their might.

"Well, so much for the barking dog" chuckled Nigun "spell casters today, they master a couple of spells or a talent, and they believe they are the next God of magic".

But the fun of Nigun was cut short when the angels that have rammed their light swords into Ainz chest, continue struggling, gasping in surprise, he focused his eyes on the scene; his eyes widened like saucer when he realized that Ainz was not only undamaged but grabbing the heads of the angels in his gauntlets and keeping the angel trapped like children in the grip of an adult.

"Gentlemen," said Ainz, increasing the pressure over the helmets of the angels, cracking their helmets, and making them struggle harder but in the end, in vain "you really should listen to the advice that is freely given to you".

"[Nullify Physical Damage]" explained Ainz to the astonished audience as he continued increasing the strength of his clinch "a skill that nullifies the attacks of low level weapons and monsters" as he ended the phrase, he squashed the heads of the angels, crushing their skulls like eggs, in a shower of yellow lights.

"But I am more interested in who taught you this summoning, who taught you this Yggdrasil magic" clapped his hands together Ainz "however, I will let it pass this time, as you ignore my polite advice, now is the time where I butcher all of you".

"All angels attack!" raged Nigun that was freaking out by moments, this was not possible, there was not a talent like that, not even in the Black Scripture.

"Pitiful" sighed Ainz that saw the horde of light angels coming and raising a hand called in for a negative energy spell, it would be specially effective against creatures of light like the [Flame Archangels] and he didn't really want to cast and area spell, just in case he hits Albedo with it even if she could take an Over rank magic and shrug it off with all the items she carried at the moment.

"[Negative rain]" called for his spell Ainz and a veritable rain of black drops fall upon the angels destroying all of them, their very essences corrupted and consumed by the negative energy that Ainz has called and made it rain over them, like an acid rain over a scorched earth.

Not a single angel managed to scape form the sudden rain, their armors and wings destroyed and blackened, one by one they vanish in a burst of light, once they energy depleted under the attack of the black rain of death that Ainz as summoned with a single hand gesture. Surrounded by a wall of dispersing lights and black drops, Ainz lowered his hand and the rain stopped, leaving only a silent plain, where the Slane Theocracy spell caster observed him in terrified awe. Terror and confusion started to spread among them, what they have contemplated was an impossible feat that no human should have been able to achieve.

"Wha-what?" asked one of the spell casters, not believing what he has seen.

"That´s, bloody impossible" Nigun jaw hanged open his mouth, eyes bulging and brain screeching to an alt.

Suddenly, they founded they second wind and started to toss a veritable rain of spells, from the basic [Fire] to the most complex [Curse impact], unfortunately for them, they were all basic First to Third tier spells, that would be like blowing air at Ainz, whose magic resistance would even notice the impacts; on the other hand, Ainz was interested in the variety of spells toss at him, all of them were Yggdrasil spells, low level, but Yggdrasil spells; that means that a player must have taught them to the Slane Theocracy.

"All of those are Yggdrasil spells" commented Ainz, under a shower of brilliant lights that didn't even breeze his clothes. "Who taught you that?, who taught you such magic?!" roared Ainz giving a step ahead and ignoring the spells like they were not even there.

Seeing the futility of their actions, one of them tried to use weapons instead; a slingshot that carried a solid steel ball; in other circumstances, it might have been an intelligent strategy, but against Ainz, would be as useless as the spell they have been tossing at him desperately. Unfortunately for the poor sod, Albedo had other ideas and moving at amazing speed, he chopped him in tiny little pieces with [Ginnungagap], the weapon created a wide arc of cutting power that cleaved the slingshot user and the one behind me who was charging a [Poison] spell.

The sudden appearance of the armored woman and the brutal and gore death of two of their companions made everyone pause, trying to comprehend what has happened, the bodies fall to the ground, spilling blood in deep pools over the cold ground of the plain. They have blinked, they have just focus in his spells for a bloody second, and suddenly two of them were dead, in a gruesome manner, butchered by the dark armored warrior woman that Ainz had with him; she has moved at a speed that only Adamantite-Rank adventurer manages and has killed two men, why?, why now and not before?.

Now, Nigun begun to understand the last laugh of Gazeff, how he has said that there was something stronger than him in the village, but that was preposterous, how?, and even if his brain was suffering a serious reboot, Nigun could not deny the reality, this spell caster, and his woman, were monsters in human flesh, something that they were seriously unprepared for.

"Albedo" called Ainz for the woman, who was still ready to swing her black bardiche and cleave anything that comes in her master way "I admire your dedication to my well being, but you should know that such an attack would be useless against me".

"Yes, I know Ainz-sama" nodded Albedo, turning her helmet covered face to him "but there is a limit to everything, for this miserable waste of space to dare to fight with a Supreme Being like you it is already offense enough, however, they dare to add salt to the insult by throwing you a pebble!".

Ainz laughed in good humor, a cold and merciless laugh that carried the echo of the death with it.

"Then following that reasoning, all of these bugs are lamely unworthy" Ainz turned his masked face to Nigun "are you not?".

Nigun give a step back but focus his will again, he still had a couple of aces under his sleeves, even if he can kill [Flame Archangels] by the dozen, an enhanced [Principality of Observation] was another thing entirely, it was powerful enough now to even kill a Hero level fighter, even these monsters will have difficulties to battle the powerful angel.

"[Principality of Observation] attack, attack!" roared Nigun.

The maze wielding angel lost not time in following the commands of his caster, floating at Ainz and with a powerful up to down strike, tried to crush Ainz, overwhelming the spell caster with a brutal physical attack. In a sense, it was not a bad idea, one of the weaknesses of the spell caster was how they have to be careful before powerful warrior before they get into their guard and kill them. Of course, Ainz was not a common spell caster and he simply rose his gauntlet and stop the swing of the mace like it was the punch of a kid.

"Such a pity" without any emotion in his voice, Ainz pointed a finger at the angel and call forth another, lethal, negative spell "[Death Maw]". A black maw appeared behind the angel and before it could do anything, the maw crushed him between his teeth, crushing and biting the angel in glowing pieces of light in one single devastating bite.

"This is impossible!" howled Nigun "how, how can you kill an angel with a single spell, in one single fucking strike?!, that's not possible, that can not be happening!" at this point Nigun was starting to lost any semblance of rationality, seeing how everything that he thought was being smashed piece by piece.

"Captain" muttered a voice, all his subordinates were losing morale, not that he blamed them, this monster was in nobodies plans, how they could now such a monster was here?.

"Do not despair, we will summon the most powerful angel!" announced Nigun, who pick a crystal from his robes and show it to everybody; it was a blue, ice like, a crystal that shined with barely contained power inside.

"Oh, that is a sealing Crystal of Yggdrasil" mentally blinked Momonga "well, judging by the glowing it can hold something really dangerous".

"Albedo, be on guard, use your skills to protect us" ordered Ainz and Albedo nodded, twirling her bardiche and positioning herself in front of Ainz, so she could use all her defensive skills; she was the NPC with the strongest defense after all.

Nigun continued gloating, sure of his victory now that he was going to liberate a powerful monster, a being that once killed a Demon god in one single strike, added his own talent to empower summonings and this specific angel would be something out of the myths. Now he understood why he has been selected for this mission; his talent was capable of making this sealed angel, a force to be reckoned.

"Observe the most powerful angel!" laughed Nigun "[Dominion of Authority]!".

In an explosion of white light, a massive angel of six wings manifested himself, illuminating the scene in a radiant white light; a halo made of light and magic circles connected with the forehead of the completely white creature; except from golden and red details over its frame; the figure was armed with a two handed, gold looking, mace. Lowering his head, a red glow could be seen inside the red mark on its chest along the green emanations from the halo over his pointy head.

"Seriously?, this is their supreme ace?, are you kidding me?" stiffened Ainz but soon took control of his emotions and did not face fault, in a very inelegant manner; he had to maintain an appearance of royalty and power after all.

"This is your last resort?" asked Ainz with fake surprise.

"Yes, this supreme angel" laughed Nigun "I have determined that you are indeed worthy of fall at his power and..."

"Child play" sighed Ainz, raising his gauntlet to his masked face, cutting Nigun short of his big speech "to think this joke is their ace".

"Could it be…?" realization started to dawn on Nigun like a bucket of cold water, but the common sense of the world soon imposed and made him realize that Ainz was bluffing, that he can be not more powerful that a creature that could slay demons in one single strike.

"Bullshit, lies, you are lying!" shouted Nigun, now at the last straws of his sanity " this is an existence superior to humanity, [Dominion of Authority], destroy him with [Holy Smite]!" ordered Nigun.

The golden mace of the angel broke itself in hundreds of little pieces that fly on the air, condensing into a powerful beam of holy light that slowly started to focus and point to Ainz; the energy emanating from the spell was astonishing, and sure it was something that the inhabitants of this world would watch in awe and no little fear; however, Ainz was debating with himself if he should yawn, could and undead like him yawn?. Anyhow, even with his racial weakness to Holy magic, this attack was nothing.

"Observe!" keep ranting Nigun " a Seven Tier spell that could slay demon gods, the very same Judgment of God!".

A torrent of the light clash over the form of Ainz that took the attack head-on, being showered in divine light was something that he has suffered before several times; especially when he was Pked several times by other players in Yggdrasil trying to take advantage of his racial weaknesses. But now? this was something that barely annoyed him, however, he did sense something, a tingling sensation, something that he had not felt in a long time; there were pieces of his essence; like a scale of skin; that was being destroyed by the attack.

The cruel and amused laugh of Ainz echoed in all the cold night, colder than the chilling winds that made the grass move under their feet; at this point and seeing the reaction of the spell caster, the member of the Sunlight Scripture were two steps before shitting themselves, and with good reasons.

"Pain, old friend, I welcome you" laughed Ainz in pure amusement, now this was interesting, the damage that he has suffered, as inconsequential as it was; was a valid learning lesson about his own capabilities. But before he analyzed this, he had a lot of nuisances to took care about.

"[Black Hole]" ended the battle Ainz, crushing the angel into a black hole and emptying the sky again, making the darkness fall again over all of them.

The Slane Theocracy now were shitting themselves, praying like broken men to their gods for a miraculous salvation, and some tried to run, the horror of what they have witness weighted horribly in their minds. Still, they would never have the chance, even if the attacks have done nothing to Ainz, like tickling him, they have done it in front of Albedo, who has been too long containing herself, containing her ire and wrath about the inferior life forms; and now this?. Albedo snapped, snapped badly and with a terrific shriek, she jumped at them with her bardiche ready to strike.

The carnage that took place would have made nightmares cry themselves into sleep.

Great Tomb of Nazarcik/ Ainz room.

"If I weren't an undead, I will have nightmares" sighed Ainz sitting in a comfortable chair inside his personal suite back at Nazarick.

"Aye, it was impressive, I see all the scene through a [Crystal Monitor] in my room" chuckled Ragnarok drinking from a tankard, amused by the exasperation his friend carried; it does seem that all the little fun they had in Carne Village, came with the picture of Albedo bathing in the blood of several spellcasters, shrieking like a howling banshee about how they dared to hurt the man she loved.

"This obsession of Albedo with me is starting to worry me" confessed Ainz as he posed his bone hand over his face like he would be trying to pinch his nose "I admit that I am the only responsible for this situation, but this is nuts".

"Aye, and do not forget about Shalltear" added salt to the injury Ragnarok, greatly enjoying the distress of his friend, he had it coming for going outside without him and changing himself his name like that, frankly, not that Ragnarok cared about the name thing, but going out adventuring and do not call him was just rude.

"What?" deadpanned Ainz, he was starting to get the hang of doing that with an inexpressive skeletal face.

"Necrophilia fetish" deadpanned back Ragnarok "along with blood fetish, cosplay fetish, bondage fetish, S&M fetish, oral fetish, muscle fetish, submissive fetish, dominatrix fetish, domination fetish and I am sure that I am forgetting a lot more" shrugged Ragnarok "blame Peroronchino, the bastard went overboard with the little lady and do not make me start on what he gave her in terms of fighting capabilities, she is a nightmare".

"Good grief" sighed Ainz "I don't even know how are going to survive the next week at this rate".

"Bullshitting our way like pros" laughed Ragnarok, making Ainz laugh too.

"Now, seriously Brodir" Ragnarok took a sip from his tankard "leaving apart our more humane mind sets, didn't you realize that we are growing more and more accustom to our roles at the time passes?, how things that would have frozen us in the past, now we don't even blink at it?".

"Yes, when I killed those two men I didn't feel anything, it was like steeping and ant, I would have even noticed If I wasn't casting a spell" nodded Ainz.

"That reminds me" clicked his tongue Ragnarok, making a burst of flame fall from his mouth "what happened to Gazeff?, did you kill him or enslave him?, and notice that I had said that completely serious and without even give two fucks about it; goddammit" cursed Ragnarok, who was trying to run control of some changes that his [Eldjotnar] nature was pulling on him, and so far with little to none success.

Ainz shook his head in negative, he really liked the Captain, he was a strong, honorable man that really cared about the people of his country, leaving apart the Strongest warrior of the kingdom, he was a good man with a bad job that was trying to make the best of it. Ainz has met dozens of them in his old life, working as a salary man, with people that had to swallow a lot of shit to see a paycheck at the end of the week.

"No, I did not," said Ainz "seeing that he was one of the most influential persons in the kingdom, I let him go, without knowing what kind of resources this kingdom has, antagonizing them since the beginning looked a fool move".

"Instead you parted with him in very friendly terms" nodded Ragnarok " granting yourself a powerful contract in the Capital of this Kingdom, you are a clever boy" smiled Ragnarok.

"I am to please" joked Ainz "I am even let him battle the [Death Knight] I created".

"To see how really powerful was the so called, the strongest warrior of the Kingdom, I suppose" smiled widely Ragnarok "how did he fare against a middle tier undead?".

"Remarkably well" nodded Ainz, tapping his jaw with his bone finger "I would say that Gazeff would be a level fifty warrior class, with some unique skills that were not in Yggdrasil" seriously pointed out Ainz " they were somehow matched, but Gazeff pull out some skills that are called, [Martial Arts] and finally defeated the [Death Knight], although he truly had to go all out against him and for what I can tell, he carried practically no magic items at that moment".

"[Martial arts]" repeated Ragnarok raising an eyebrow "do you think that we could learn those?".

"Is possible" admitted Ainz, who was interested in them too "along with something called [Talents], unique perks that some have, like using a unique skill or use whatever item they want".

"Fascinating" pulled Ragnarok out of his inventory another bottle of mead and uncorked it with his fangs, refilling the tankard "and their spells and summoning are from Yggsrasil?".

"Isn't it a bit too early for so much mead?" Ainz mentally raised an eyebrow "and yes, all the spells they used were exactly like the ones we knew from Yggdrasil to the last detail".

"Immunity to poison" shrugged Ragnarok that could drink an ocean of mead and do not even be tipsy, something that he hated "so, someone taught them spells, and for the words of the white pasty of the Slane Theocracy, they do work on the same Tier spells systems that we do".

"Judging from what Neuronist dig out of the mind of that Nigun fellow" said Ainz remembering the initial report of Neuronist Painkiller, the torturer master and Interrogator of Nazarick "at some point in the past, about six hundreds years ago, Rank Tier magic substituted Wild magic, whatever it was, as common magic system in the world".

"We need more information about all of this" simply nodded Ragnarok " and I bet that you are feeling a bit of wanderlust and the desire of getting out of the Tomb".

"You know me too well" chuckled Ainz "I was thinking about the lines of infiltrating myself into the adventure guild, grow contacts and money; as Yggdrasil gold is for the Nazarick but nothing more; acting as a warrior, to see if I can learn this [Martial arts]".

"Sound like a lot of fun" laughed Ragnarok "but you are not thinking about abandoning your old pal here, right?" eyed Ragnarok Ainz, who shifted a little in his chair; yes, he did thing about it, if Ragnarok stays in Nazarick all the NPC will be more relaxed, instead of worrying their asses about the loss of the Supreme beings, but caging Ragnarok was a foolish endeavor.

"I confess that I though about it" nodded Ainz "with your presence here, in Nazarick, all the NPCs will see that there will be at last one Supreme Being left, even if something happens to me" explained Ainz, who shudder to imagine what would happen if the NPCs are left to their own devices, specially Demiurge and Shalltear, the settings of those NPCs are pure nightmare material.

"But, I admit that it will be a foolish errand" sighed Ainz "you would never be caged like that, you are a warrior, so you need to do warrior things".

"So we change roles?" snorted Ragnarok "I became the adventurer and you trap yourself into Nazarick".

"Nothing of the sort" shook his head Ainz " I will become an adventurer in E-rantel, the closest city to us and you will accompany Shalltear in her hunt of human who could do [Martial arts], meanwhile, Sebas and Sollution will go to the Capital to establish a base there and Demiurge will go to the borders of the Empire, trying to see what they made thick, once we had a solid base, we will go for this Slane Theocracy and then for the rest of the nations".

Ragnarok said nothing for a while, instead he nursed his tankard and raise an eyebrow, eying Ainz, who thanked his body lack of reactions, that gaze of Ragnarok could make a slime shiver, he did that one with Herohero if he was not mistaken.

"Boredom is a powerful motivator, eh?" snorted Ragnarok "understood Brodir, however, we should polish that plan a little more".

"What do you have in mind?" asked Ainz, wanting to know what kind of craziness has the man in mind, Ragnarok has never been one on subtleties, in fact he was the pure definition of overkill, for him there was nothing like that, just Open Fire and if the objective is not death yet, increase the output.

"You go to E-Rantel and blow their minds, as you already have planned" took a long gulp from his tankard Ragnarok "I will go hunting with Shalltear, that girl needs someone to get her leash short" sighed Ragnarok, making reference to the penalty of Shalltears race, [True Vampire] that made her feel intense bloodlust as soon she had a taste of it "but then I will join Sebas and Solution in the Capital, I will dress myself as an enchanter with unique talents of Runes".

"Sebas will be my butler and Solution my daughter; I will appear as I am weaseling my way into the nobility" frowned Ragnarok "although your idea of being an adventurer was more interesting, still, with my runes I can easily enchant items with [Runecraft I-X] and cast a permanent [Charm] or a more drastic [Dominate Will] inside the item, making them bend to our will".

Ainz tapped his lower jaw, he was really pondering the benefits of the plan of Ragnarok, having someone controlling Shalltear was always a good thing, even if she was traveling with Sebas, the butler would need to take his more powerful appearance to have a chance against a Shalltear when she is in her Valkyrie mode; on another note, neither Solution, nor Sebas would be comfortable with the plan of sending them to the Capital with their usual roles reversed; perhaps a Supreme Being along them would make them happy and work harder for the benefit of Nazarick. Demiurge is the only one that bothers not Ainz, the [Arch Devil] was a cunning bastard, that will fulfill his duties to the letter and beyond trying to serve his idolized idea of Ainz and Ragnarok in his head.

"I understood" nodded Ainz "and I really liked the idea of someone reigning in Shalltear, just in case her blood lust gets too damn high and kills anyone in her path before he could get anything from them; the other part of the plan sounds good, but I think Solution is not that well prepared for the mission as she will more probably, just melt anyone that tries to get close to her" grumbled Ainz, that knew full well, how ninety percent of the NPCs of Nazarick seem to hate humans by principle.

"Aye, her settings" sighed Ragnarok "she is quite the charming lady when she wants, even if she is a sadist that could give a run for her money to Demiurge in that department, seriously, sometimes I am convinced that we went way overboard with them".

"You took part in their creation" pointed out Ainz.

"I only helped" rebuffed Ragnarok " a skill here, a job or racial class here, some extra meat for the settings, you know me, anything worth done, must be overdone".

"A credo you live for" nodded Ainz, knowing his friend.

"Point is, I am a roleplayer" took a deep sip from his tankard Ragnarok "but considering my nature and skills, I am not sure what kind of cover could I pull".

"I am in the same wagon, more or less" said Momonga with a sigh, tapping the side of his head with a bone finger "even with your recently created ring, have you named it yet?, I am not keen on entering into the guild under my real identity, the test with Gazeff has not been conclusive enough for me, one thing was the Army leader and other adventurers, like us, players, they could be enormously powerful".

"So, if we treat Gazeff as the strongest NPC of a kingdom and put it at level 50" resumed Ragnarok seeing where Ainz was going, "you think, powerful adventurers will be several levels higher than him".

"If this world has anything in common with Yggdrasil, its more than probable" nodded Ainz "that's why I wanted to test it myself and in the process, get some very needed extra cash for Nazarick, thanks to the loot we got from the Slane Theocracy goons, we know that the Cash system works with this New world money".

"Never did I thought, grinding money like madmen would be so useful" sighed in relief Ragnarok, that knew that Nazarick could stand by itself for about two years with their own money, before they had to transform items in cash "speaking of which, is the forest already done?".

"Yes, Mare ended in a week" nodded Ainz "after I gifted the ring to him, he worked to the bone to get the forest done".

"Bad move" chuckled Ragnarok "please, Brodir, be cautious with those displays, you have already two, very enthusiastic maidens after your heart, you don't need to start a civil war inside Nazarick".

"But I thought it was common sense" protested Ainz, who now that he was an undead, saw everything under the cold prism of logic "Mare needed to move around quickly, so the ring was the correct item for him".

"Aye, it is" nodded Ragnarok " and it is, at the same time, something that is only gifted to the woman you loved, I bet you a Divine class item that both of them are wearing it in the ring finger, and in Albedos case rubbing it unconsciously several times".

"I am not going to take that suckers bet" grumbled Ainz, seeing the pit that he has dug for himself, he really should be more cautious about this thing, but alas, his last girlfriend was almost a decade ago, and he was rusty as hell.

"Back to the main topic" railed the conversation Ragnarok "so, now we started to infiltrate in Re-estize and E-rantel, at the same time, Demiurge would be doing some experiments in the borders of the Empire and we would send some scouts, to the [Beastmen] country and Dragon country to have a look at it".

"Yes, more or less, that would be the next steps".

Ragnarok eyed a clock on the wall, it was a piece of furniture that Ainz crafted by himself, a very beautiful piece of clockwork that ringed at each hour with a mechanical bird; it was a way to never lost track of time and remember himself that he had limited time inside the game, that there was a real life outside, Now, it was a very beauty carillon that fitted with the luxurious quarters of Ainz, even if he didn't precisely need them.

"Its time for your great announcement," said Ragnarok introducing the tankard back to his inventory "the NPC would already be ready for us, in the Throne hall".

"Once again, I am sorry for such an inappropriate action," said Ainz, really feeling bad for what he has done.

"Not really a problem" shrugged Ragnarok, who was happy for his friend to had such an initiative "now, if you had called yourself Ragnarok or Surtur, then we would have a problem, but this? nay, nothing to feels offense for".

"Thank you," said Ainz, from the deep of his skeletal body.

"No worries, Brodir, what are friends for?" smiled Ragnarok, before the two of them teleported to the Throne Hall.

Nazarick Throne Hall

"From now on, my name is Ainz-Ooal-Gown, you can call me Ainz"

Like the Godspell of a god, the words of Ainz shocked Nazarick to the core, as all the NPCs sworn loyalty to the two Supreme Beings that stood in front of them, there were different cheering shouts, but all of them carry the infinite loyalty that the NPCs has shown so far to the two lost players.

"For the strongest Kings" the accent of Aura and Mare was difficult to lose.

"For the Supreme Beings" more sedated but not less determined Sebas.

Different words, different emotions, yet absolute devotion; now, Ragnarok thought that he could get accustomed to this.