Aliment

by Oigresz

tml-The main character is caught in Momonga's body. The main idea is to reveal a number of moments that were missed in the original history, and at the same time show something like "Overlord of a healthy person", because the Japanese are still very peculiar people, we would even say "with a moron". That is why their heroes are appropriate. -

4. Chapter 4

The evening of the next day. "According to Aura's reports on the surrounding area, there was no contact with other YGGDRASIL players. She is now trying to expand her surveillance area to the great forests west of Nazarick. Also, our prisoner named Nigun, apparently, was the commander of the special unit of the Sunlight Scripture of the Slane Theocracy. "Albedo laid a sheet of paper in front of me. - Is that all? - today she was especially quiet and docile, neither word nor gesture reminded of yesterday's meeting and behaving so impeccably perfect that it involuntarily made me feel a trick. "Yes, Momonga-sama," the girl bowed with a meek smile and modestly folded her hands in front of her. - Albedo, is this a joke? - having run through the contents of the sheet with a glance, I did not find anything new there, apart from what was already said by the demoness. - What do you have in mind, lord? - with a completely sincere misunderstanding, the beauty slapped her yellow eyes. - The fact that he was the head of one of the Six Scriptures of the Slane Theocracy, Shalltear and I learned in the village - as a small child, I begin to explain common truths to the girl. - When I ordered to interrogate him, I was interested in everything else that he can tell. Political alignments within the Theocracy, the composition and capabilities of other squads from the Six Scriptures, how many items from YGGDRASIL do they have, similar to that crystal, and is there anything more? The names of the rulers of their country and what they are as individuals, their ambitions, goals, dirty secrets, political and economic relations with other countries of the region and everything that he knows about these countries and already their rulers. This Nigun simply by virtue of his position had to know the sea of top secret and closed from the public information, and you pulled out of him only what we already know in a whole day? "I beg your pardon, Lord." Albedo both stood and fell to one knee, dropping her head almost to the level of the floor. - I did not look and made a gross mistake. I am ready to accept any punishment from the Master and immediately correct the situation! - Albedo ... - the scene of the first night in Karne appeared in colors before my eyes, - how did your conversation with Shalltear end up yesterday? - the girl's fingers, squeezing the edge of the dress, twitched. - Once again, I ask you to forgive your unworthy servant ... - she broke off. "No, I mean, my shameful delusions cannot be forgiven, but I beg you, Momonga-sama, let me continue to serve you. In any quality you want! Just don't leave us! Give me a chance to prove my loyalty to you! - Hmm ... - here's the second act of the Marlezon Ballet. "Albedo, you don't need to harass yourself like that, I'm not going to leave you, let alone throw you out," leaving the chair at the table, I go up to the girl and put my hands on her shoulders. - Come on, get up, - I raise the listlessly resisting warden. - Let's get back to business - you need to distract yourself from heavy thoughts. And dry your beautiful eyes, I don't want to see you cry, - I run my finger along the cheek of this miracle, erasing the accumulated moisture. Fortunately, the soft black leather gloves were still on me, otherwise the sharp bones are not a thing that is convenient for washing something. "Momonga-sama, you are so kind," the demoness's eyes only moistened even more, "I am not worthy of these words. - Enough, - I again erase transparent streams. - Tell me who did the interrogation? Did Demiurge put someone incompetent on this case? - N-no, - the flushed demoness tried to pull herself together and wiped her tears with the backs of her hands with quick movements, - the prisoners were sent for interrogation to the Ice Prison, to the best specialist in Nazarick torture, the special intelligence officer Neuronist Paykill. "Which is ... Worst job?" - from trying to delve into Momonga's memories, the back wall of my skull was combed from the inside. And the more I remembered that chthonic crap that these yellow-faced psychopaths portrayed for the entourage of decorative torture chambers, the more my bones itched. Oh, here comes the breeze! How I waited for you, my dear! Give it three more times! "Quite right," Albedo said meanwhile. - The neuronist belongs to the "Five Worst" group. Oh my God! Shove me into the dry-cleaner and fill me with the most vigorous chemical ... How now to wash all this nasty stuff out of my memory? Parasites, cockroaches, effeminate illithids with obesity and body positivity character, ahhh! Now I know what a body positive is! How can I live with this now ?! Why can't I even close my eyes ?! These freaks seemed to be competing for the right to create the most disgusting embodiment of the word "nauseous"! Yes, I'm talking about Momonga's guilds, how does the land carry them with such imagination and knowledge of the subject ?! - Master? Albedo tilted her head in bewilderment, peering into my face. I'm not sure that she understood something from the motionless skull, but rather just a pause for a long time, but thanks to her for bringing me out of my stupor. - Yes, let's go, - another wave of wind, almost unnoticed, swept over the skull - you need to check what is happening there - urgently needed! And then these monsters will now bring all the prisoners to the state of a vegetable, solely for the love of art, and without asking them a single useful question ... Neuronist's "possessions" could impress even the most hardcore BDSM players, just sadists and completely gone. All sorts of hooks, knives, chisels, incomprehensible crap with a clearly very bad purpose ... but all this was just a simple entourage. The worst lay ahead. The mistress of the torture chamber greeted us in high spirits and smiled happily if Neuronist's "possessions" could impress even the most hardcore BDSM people, just sadists and just gone. All sorts of hooks, knives, chisels, incomprehensible crap with a clearly very bad purpose ... but all this was just a simple entourage. The worst lay ahead. The mistress of the torture chamber greeted us in high spirits and smiled happily if Neuronist's "possessions" could impress even the most hardcore BDSM people, just sadists and just gone. All sorts of hooks, knives, chisels, incomprehensible crap with a clearly very bad purpose ... but all this was just a simple entourage. The worst lay ahead. The mistress of the torture chamber greeted us in high spirits and smiled happily ifthis iscould be called a smile. Its head was a twisted octopus with two slanting, protruding, "fishy" eyes. The mouth was hidden between the two front tentacles, releasing a long tongue like a thin rubber tube. The swollen and twisted body resembled a human, but with cadaveric-white skin, like a drowned man's, and clothes ... If before I had nothing against women in latex, now, seeing these tight-fitting leather straps, barely covering the fatty flesh and creating associations with mesh , in which some types of sausages are packed, I realized that now I will no longer be able to see either that sausage or even Albedo in latex. And all this fluttered with any movement, in time with six wriggling tentacles descending from head to hips, so disgusting and repulsive,

"Lord… kh… Momonga… wlzp…" this something gurgled, "for me… kha… it's a great honor to see you," Albedo accompanying me winced a little, if she got through too… n-yeah. - Neuronist, - the wind was still blowing over my skull, so I found the strength to nod to this twisted creature, - where is the commander of the Scriptures that was brought to you? - He ... already ... ended, - the voice of the monster sounded sad, - his screams were so beautiful! A symphony of torn flesh! Contralto of groans and screams! - Complete lack of information, - the wind, dear ... Thank you! How I want to incinerate this abomination and filth on the spot! Or shouldn't you hold back? - How? I ... khp ... gave you all the data! - gurgled ... it. - Insignificant crumbs! - Albedo stepped forward, that literally a dozen minutes ago she herself considered the "reference" to be exhaustive. - We need to know a lot more! "Mrgl… but he won't say anything else. Bring me more ... and I'll talk them ... khhh, - and the idea of incinerating this abomination seems to me more and more intriguing. If I were sure of the rest of the inhabitants of Nazarick, I would have already tested the "Firestorm", for the creature of the twenty-third level, which is the Neuronist, this will be enough for the eyes. - I need his body, - I will have to spend one charge of the Rod of Resurrection, I hope the churchman is not very crazy and it will be possible to get answers. "I wanted to… phk… give it to Kufuko… hlh… He said that his children had little food…" "How dare you? Albedo hissed in a grave voice, covered in a light purple haze of unleashed power. - You understand, what are you saying? To say something like that after a direct order from Lord Momonga ... - the demon began to shake. - Your thoughtless behavior has already displeased the Greatest! You completely failed the assigned task and managed to lose a valuable prisoner, to capture whom the Lord went personally! And after that, you dare to object ?! "Of course not, I didn't mean to offend the Master! - forgetting even about the gurgling, the tormentor staggered back. - There can be no excuse for this! - the beauty continued to wind herself up. - I'll finish you right now! Only this will wash away the shame with which you covered the entire population of Nazarick in the eyes of the Greatest of all Supreme Beings! "Albedo, that's enough." The demoness's rage hit the wall. - Neuronist, do you understand the reason for the expressed discontent? - I ... I made a slip. Sure, the body of that person must go to the Sovereign, if he so desires. The corpse you need, it's in the freezer, I'll bring it right now! - Stop, - slightly raising my voice, I stop the ugly creature that was rushing somewhere. - I asked about something else: do you understand what responsibilities lie with the chief investigator of Nazarick? What exactly should you do in this position, in your opinion? - I ... mrgl ... is responsible for the torture and punishment for the prisoners who dared ... oh ... to tarnish the holy place where such an exalted being as you lives. To inflict pain, suffering on them and ... hrr ... extract information from their sweet screams - the bloated body of "this" again began to sway, suggesting that "it" is literally excited by its words. - When they scream and cry, feeling ... hlh ... as I eat their brain through the ears, they are ready to tell everything. To tell about the most intimate, without thinking about lies. This moment is ... pfft ... the sweetest. Their brains, trembling in anticipation of death, are indescribably tasty, and their cries of pain, this is a magnificent song dedicated to Lord Momonga and sounded in honor of the glory of Nazarick! - That is, as soon as they are ready to tell everything, you devour their brain? - I specified, with the last bit of strength refraining from harsh actions. - N ... Not quite ... haze ... I listen to their cries and collect information, and when they cease to contain something useful, then I proceed to the meal, praising the greatness of the Supreme Beings. - I see ... Firestorm! - a shaft of fire covered the skewed figure, a couple of seconds of a thin squeal and the sound of gurgling fat. Well, the burning spot after the killer heat disappeared. That's all that remains of the chief executioner of Nazarick. Excellent, now you need to give the correct settings to consolidate loyalty. Wind ... thanks. "Albedo…" "Yes, Momonga-sama? - Albedo looked at frying, albeit a very distant, but still "relative in a communal apartment" with confusion, slowly turning into gloomy triumph. "This is not your fault or anyone else's… the denizens of Nazarick. It was created this way solely by our mistake. I'm sorry ... - No! You shouldn't say that! - the girl leaned closer, and her wings fluttered. - Neuronist deserved her punishment! She was vicious and cocky! She let you down and could not understand her mistake even after you kindly explained everything to her. You gave her a chance, Momonga-sama! Don't regret it! It is the destiny of all of us to serve you and die for you! If someone turns out to be unworthy, I beg you, destroy him without any pity, just don't be sorry or blame yourself! And even ... even if you consider me unworthy, just tell me - I will kill myself right away! Just ask ... - the demoness's legs gave way, and she collapsed to her knees, clasping her hands in front of her in a prayer gesture and looking at me with eyes sparkling again from tears. "Please, Momonga-sama, do not sound like you are going to leave us ... I beg you ... I beg you ... Only you alone stayed with us. Our benevolent Lord Momonga. Please stay with us and rule over us. I beg of you! Please… please… "Well," I thought, silently sinking to the girl and embracing her like a small child in need of comfort, "I clearly didn't manage to be distracted by work. Marlezon ballet, huh? Third act? " What's the trouble with these NPCs? That one is a child, a child and tears at midnight, but there, even though the build and height are suitable, the other falls on her knees on every sneeze and there is so much heartache in the eyes that at least hang yourself out of shame. And you can't blame the settings. Shalltear was created as a tangle of teenage fetishes, and Albedo was originally made as a bright and pure angel, and then demonicities and all the obsessive tendencies associated with this were screwed on her, but nowhere in them it is precisely written that they should be killed to the point of insanity from thought, that somehow disappointed the head of the guild.

How to understand all this at all? What are they? Living and intelligent beings with will and desires? Then where do all these play conventions and patterns come from, when they are not able to grasp even the most obvious things without a kick from all the foolishness right into the brain? Take the same Neuronist - there was no torture in YGGDRASIL, as well as any content of level 18+ in general, it was simply created for the entourage and a script was prescribed within the framework of their understanding of this case. They were enough to describe the methods of torture and the abominable addictions of the executioners, after all, the Asians know a lot about this matter where the Spanish Inquisition is, but Momonga's friends did not have enough brains to add something other than the stereotypical image of the torture chambers of the terrible citadel of Evil. The external attributes were respected, and okay, but the fact that all this wrapper is just a husk for the real essence of the torture of the master, do not care. Either they sincerely did not catch up, due to adolescent ignorance, or they were too lazy to paint, but the result - there he is, lying on the floor in soot. A perverted, insane creature, who not only has no idea about the essence of her position, she just has it, "extraction of information" - she herself admitted, but no, she, knowing this, cannot even think to go beyond the prescribed algorithms. And I don't care that the task is not being fulfilled, I don't care that they scold her and have actually explained what to do - there the very thought of the wrong approach does not arise. What then? Are they just animated dummies with a limited set of behavioral patterns? But then where does IT come from in the behavior of two completely different NPCs, created by different people, performing different roles and belonging to different races? Where did they get their fear of being alone? Where does the memory of your existence in Yggdrasil come from, when did they only routinely walk along a given route or stood motionless at their posts? How can these pleas and emotions be born, if we take it as an axiom that they only create the appearance of will and reason? No answer. There is only a beautiful girl, with a desperate entreaty looking at me through tears in inhuman yellow-green eyes with a vertical pupil. - Albedo, I will not leave you, I promise, - it's probably mean of me to play on her feelings, using the knowledge gained from her homeworld, but now it will calm her down the best. - I know how scared and painful you are, but don't cry, because you are my favorite dark angel, and angels should not appear in public with tear-stained eyes. Come on, stop, better give me your charming smile, - I wipe the moisture from under her eyes, internally regretting, that the bones of the skull cannot convey a warm smile. - Liu, beloved ... - the demoness singled out the most important thing, leaving the black maelstrom of despair before her eyes, - charming ... - Yes, - a note for memory: another important bonus of the reroll is the ability to smile! - And one more thing, - lifting the girl from my knees, I climb into the inventory. - Here, I wanted to give you for a long time, - Ainz Ooal Gown's guild ring flashed on my hand, allowing you to freely teleport between floors and having a number of useful functions. "A ring worthy to be worn only by the Supreme Beings ..." Albedo in "sacred trepidation" reached for the outstretched relic, but suddenly stopped, and the fingers in the white glove clenched into a trembling fist. - ... No, - with a clearly written anguish on her face, the girl pulled away, hiding her eyes. - Not? - to admit, I was very surprised. It seems that in the canon she jumped to heaven for joy, having received this ring, in fact, I was counting on this effect. "Lord Momonga is infinitely kind to us and now, in order to console his stupid servant, he offers her the greatest of the Relics, a sign of belonging to the Supreme Beings ..." The demoness dabbed her eyes with her fists, smearing tears on her cheeks. "But… I know that I am not worthy of either this gift or your faith, I… cannot accept it. - Where did you get it? "I know that Vladyka does not trust us," she turned to me and bowed her head in a deep bow, "after all, we did nothing to justify his trust. No, "she shook her head," we didn't do anything to justify our existence. You have no reason to trust us. You even postpone your Rebirth because of this, even though your current state oppresses you. - Shopping center, Shalltear talks too much. So is Sebas. - Please do not punish them! It's only my fault! As head of the Guardians, I totally failed. If Momonga-san doesn't trust us… hum, "Albedo cried quietly, silently, without anguish, just imperceptibly and… completely doomed, but what can I say and do in this situation? On the one hand, I have a Higher Demon, almost driven to hysteria and despair, on the other, what normal person would trust even the slightest degree to all that freak show that has gathered under these gloomy arches? Except ... it would be wrong to call me a "normal person", not after what I have already experienced. Let it be a drop in the ocean, but it was enough. "I had no intention of punishing them. I just stated the fact that, having received crumbs of information, you managed to interpret it in the most ridiculous way. And spread further. - Master? Albedo looked up to my face. "I am Momonga, Ainz-Lord Ooal Gown, King of the Lich, Supreme Being," it was not difficult to "crush with authority" a small girl in comparison with me. - If I considered you unworthy of my trust, you would have shared the fate of the Neuronist, that's all. "Th-then why?" - despair gradually disappeared from these beautiful eyes with a vertical pupil. - Why haven't I gone through Rebirth yet? - Yes ... - There are several reasons for this. The first is that now, when we find ourselves in another world, I do not have time for this. The second - being undead, despite the disadvantages, carries a lot of advantages, such as the complete absence of the need for sleep. Well, and most importantly, I have not yet calculated the Ritual of Rebirth and have not decided on the form which I wish to accept upon completion. "Forgive me, Master, we thought that you…" the head of the Guard bowed her head in repentance. - I understand. With all your strength, you are sorely lacking in experience. Even a banal life. It will pass over time - I really hope so. - Learn, develop, and most importantly - if you have doubts or uncertainty, contact me for advice, - I hope this will be enough so that after Demiurge has a "brilliant" idea to dissect a hundred or two ... thousand people, he first came to discuss it with me, and did not present it with a fact. Well, such a justification will allow me to "save face", otherwise it's not so far from thinking "he does not trust us" to "he is afraid of us". And what the bloodthirsty dark creatures, who sensed someone's fear, will do, I personally have no desire to find out. Especially from the point of view of the one whose fear they sensed. So it's not me ... ahem, I'm afraid of rerolling, but I'm just not up to it now, and in general I haven't decided yet, yes. By the way, this is not entirely a lie - with the final scattering of skills, I really have a lot of questions.

- We will make every effort to justify the hopes placed on us! - the girl cried out, reviving before her eyes. - Perfectly. And if so, I insist that my beloved dark angel accept this gift from me! - I again handed her the ring ... - Darling ... the ring ... - that's what I was waiting for this reaction! This is how the correct Albedo should react to Momonga's ring! The subscriber does not answer or has temporarily gone into nirvana. Oh, I took it, well done. And put it on ... on the ring finger of her left hand ... ahem ... y-yes. Okay, let's leave. "Well… ahem," I really wanted to clear my throat, but alas. - Let's go to. We still need to interrogate the chapter of the Scriptures, - the legs themselves went to the side of the freezer, where the corpses were kept. "Yes, Vladyka," the girl responded in a ringing voice like bells, hurrying after her with a happy pug. However, judging by the expression on her face, at that moment she did not give a damn about the unfortunate Nigun, like the whole world in general. In the refrigerator, in addition to the Slane nobleman, there were five of his subordinates - the sadist clearly got a taste, sucking all the poor souls' skulls - an eerie sight ... Well, at least she didn't let everyone go to lunch - I really didn't want to spend the Resurrection charges on consumables. In addition, Nigun's body was severely damaged. Let it not matter in the game, but here we have no game, maybe we should use the True Resurrection? Although no, spending a ninth rank spell ... will cost, besides, according to the game mechanics, it simply resales without losing part of the experience, unlike the usual Resurrection. In general, we pick it up as it is, but we keep the healing potion at hand. Nodding to my thoughts I pointed the wand at the body and activated the spell. Golden light enveloped the corpse, closing the wounds before our eyes and even growing missing fingers, moreover, the old scar on the man's face, which was present on the man before our "acquaintance", also disappeared, which means that the spell returns the body to the reference state, regardless of the duration of the injuries. Let's remember. Meanwhile, the light went out, and Nigun opened his eyes ... - Oh ... k-coffe ... it was a profto c-coffe ... - for a fraction of a moment I even felt sorry for him. A little bit. And it's also interesting - are problems with the speech apparatus due to incomplete brain recovery, or should it be so? And if so, why? If magic is capable of restoring a whole eaten brain, then why are there problems with a much simpler system? It would be curious to study this ... I cut off the thought, realizing that I was already calculating, how to better organize the collection of statistics. How did this lich essence get to me ... - Well, the warm-up is over, - throwing unnecessary thoughts out of my head, I draw the attention of the prisoner, - we will repeat it a couple more times, and it will be possible to start asking questions. I think that after the Neuronist, the rest of the Five Worst members will also wish to show their hospitality to our esteemed guest, - the man shuddered and turned slowly to my voice. - A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a! - a screaming naked man ... not the most aesthetically pleasing sight. Although, after everything that he went through, and having met his captor again, and even with the mask removed, behind which, it turns out, the skull of a skeleton ... it is strange that he didn't do it. Or is there simply nothing else? - Albedo, please call Demiurge, - I gesture to open the portal to the seventh floor in the Burning Temple - the residence of the chief strategist of Nazarick. Of course, the girl could now teleport herself, but Demiurge could not - the rings acted only on the owner. - As you wish, Vladyka! - the demon bowed and stepped into the dark haze of the passage. "No, no, please, no more," whimpered the absolutely broken man, "I… I'll say whatever you want, Vladyka… please, it's a pitiful sight… And again I gritted my teeth. After all, I perfectly understand with my mind that after what he went through, anyone would have whined and crawled at his feet, if he had remained in his right mind at all, but all the same, it is this contemptuous and arrogant judgment that comes to mind, as if I had not been myself yet. a week ago, an ordinary person, even weaker than this one. Nigun was babbling something else, tried to crawl to his feet and kiss the robe, prayed and swore allegiance ... I put him to sleep. What a pity that you can't impose this on yourself - forgetting yourself for a dozen hours would be very helpful. "I have arrived at your call, Lord Momonga! - by the time Demiurge left the portal and bowed gracefully, I revived the rest of the Theocracy's magicians, also sending them to the land of dreams and, I'm afraid, nightmares. Albedo appeared behind the demon, pleased and radiant. - Well. I want you to take on the interrogation of our guest and his people. Ask him in detail about his homeland. I am interested in everything: the system, politics, economics, dirty laundry ... - so, he can take it literally, - that is, compromising evidence on the organization of Theocracy and their members. Find out which of the cardinals is what, what other Scriptures are, whether they have separate bases, vaults or something like monastery lands. All the rumors about powerful artifacts, relics and spells, where they came from, who made them, what they can. What is the situation at the borders and within the country, how does the Slane Theocracy live and with whom it is at enmity. Military potential, the amount of resources, in general, everything that a nobleman, magician and the head of one of the most important power units of the country can know. Besides that, I am especially interested in their magical tradition. I need everything from the most primitive tricks and childish exercises to the pinnacle of their witchcraft. I want to understand why they are so weak, what is the difference between our schools of magic in their external identity. In YGGDRASIL, humans were quite capable of ascending to the tenth circle of magic, but this is clearly not the case here. Compile the knowledge gained in reports with their terms and short explanations. If possible, combine everything into working methods. The best thing would be to get copies of the textbooks by which they mastered the skill, but I doubt that they will be able to remember everything in such detail, so do not be too zealous in this direction - pieces of meat that have gone crazy, like corpses that could not withstand torture, I cannot are needed. To speed up the recruitment of your subordinates and other captives. "As expected of the Lord of the Great Tomb of Nazarick! The demon exclaimed solemnly, adjusting his glasses with a smile from ear to ear. - You have taken into account all the nuances and found the possible root of the problem! You can rest assured that we will make them remember everything, sir! - Yes, Demiurgus, do not forget to put them on, transfer them somewhere to a warmer place and feed them. I have no desire to resurrect the captives again. by which they mastered the skill, but I doubt that they will be able to remember everything in such details, so do not be too zealous in this direction - I do not need pieces of meat that have gone crazy, like corpses that have not withstood torture. To speed up the recruitment of your subordinates and other captives. "As expected of the Lord of the Great Tomb of Nazarick! The demon exclaimed solemnly, adjusting his glasses with a smile from ear to ear. - You have taken into account all the nuances and found the possible root of the problem! You can rest assured that we will make them remember everything, sir! - Yes, Demiurgus, do not forget to put them on, transfer them somewhere to a warmer place and feed them. I have no desire to resurrect the captives again. by which they mastered the skill, but I doubt that they will be able to remember everything in such details, so do not be too zealous in this direction - I do not need pieces of meat that have gone crazy, like corpses that have not withstood torture. To speed up the recruitment of your subordinates and other captives. "As expected of the Lord of the Great Tomb of Nazarick! The demon exclaimed solemnly, adjusting his glasses with a smile from ear to ear. - You have taken into account all the nuances and found the possible root of the problem! You can rest assured that we will make them remember everything, sir! - Yes, Demiurgus, do not forget to put them on, transfer them somewhere to a warmer place and feed them. I have no desire to resurrect the captives again. as well as corpses that could not withstand torture, I do not need. To speed up the recruitment of your subordinates and other captives. "As expected of the Lord of the Great Tomb of Nazarick! The demon exclaimed solemnly, adjusting his glasses with a smile from ear to ear. - You have taken into account all the nuances and found the possible root of the problem! You can rest assured that we will make them remember everything, sir! - Yes, Demiurgus, do not forget to put them on, transfer them somewhere to a warmer place and feed them. I have no desire to resurrect the captives again. as well as corpses that could not withstand torture, I do not need. To speed up the recruitment of your subordinates and other captives. "As expected of the Lord of the Great Tomb of Nazarick! The demon exclaimed solemnly, adjusting his glasses with a smile from ear to ear. - You have taken into account all the nuances and found the possible root of the problem! You can rest assured that we will make them remember everything, sir! - Yes, Demiurgus, do not forget to put them on, transfer them somewhere to a warmer place and feed them. I have no desire to resurrect the captives again. we will make them remember everything, sir! - Yes, Demiurgus, do not forget to put them on, transfer them somewhere to a warmer place and feed them. I have no desire to resurrect the captives again. we will make them remember everything, sir! - Yes, Demiurgus, do not forget to put them on, transfer them somewhere to a warmer place and feed them. I have no desire to resurrect the captives again.

- It will be fulfilled, Vladyka! The demon bowed again. On this we left the "hospitable" basement, and I once again caught myself thinking that ... I was absolutely not agitated, that I indifferently took the torture of a man, a living being, even if not the best, but still, moreover, he himself was a continuation torture threatened to finally break his will. Eh ... I was glad in this situation only that in this way I would get the coveted textbooks on the basics, even if they really differ in some way from the YGGDRASIL system, having already "professional" literature on the "correct" methodology, I, with a high chances are, I will be able to identify the difference and level the flaws. Especially if I connect the main custodian of the library with subordinates to the process. Nevertheless, even according to the most optimistic forecasts, it will take a lot of time. but the events in the world will not stand still, and the same detachment, who managed to brainwash Shalltear's brains in the canon, has probably already made a move ... Letting go, surprisingly, did not mind Albedo at all (the girl fluttered out of the office with a mysteriously dreamy smile on her lips) I collapsed wearily into a chair. The body did not feel the slightest discomfort - the bone, what will it do? But it was rotten inside. Not by emotions - by reason. The destruction of Neuronist Painkill was right - I didn't need such a filthy and repulsed personality. The problem was that I came to this conclusion by simply assessing its effectiveness and possible "decomposing influence", I simply did not care about everything else, I understood with my mind how disgusting it was, emotions were born inside, and they influenced the assessment , but then they were blown away by the lich's passive, and I can barely remember them, considering exclusively rational motives. Why, after killing the creature for simply torturing half a dozen people, I seriously thought to initially resurrect only the leader of the Scriptures - the value of the rest was very doubtful and certainly less than the cost of restoring the charge in the Rod of Resurrection. It was much more reasonable to let them be tested as bodies for raising undead. Perhaps, if Demiurgus and Albedo had appeared a little earlier, I would never have resurrected them. Or was I still moved by Nigun's plea? I don't feel anything anymore ... So - the perception of events from memory depends on the emotional state at the moment of analysis and does not in any way depend on the past tense, because nothing has passed it. Only the established judgments from my past life are stable, but how long will it take for them to distort? The result of that event is a cold understanding, that contempt for the insignificance of the captive is a feigned one from the body, and not mine. Following the understanding, there is a logical conclusion: one must fight the glamor and act contrary to his advice. Result: the resurrection of all tortured people. But not out of the kindness of soul, not even obeying a momentary desire and pity, but only thanks to naked stubbornness and the presence of time when there was nothing else to do, and the Rod of Resurrection was in hand. And even though I was not a humanist or, God forbid, Cthulhu, a common man, I was never an indifferent vivisector ... Yes, I was not. A little more, and you could really speak in the past tense. No, the impulses of the lich essence need to be squeezed and always do exactly the opposite ... the problem is that the further, the more correct and logical they seem to me. I think before becoming a soulless maniac, I have two or three months ... if the speed of the fall does not increase. And during this time, the issue with the reroll needs to be resolved. Not just that, to put it mildly. All yesterday, after my "heroic" escape from women's squabbles, I spent studying Gazef's ring and ... let's call it accompanying research. This is also a problem - the "level up", how it works is not clear. What potential - too. Although it is hardly more than two or three levels, even though this thing was created according to "non-play" mechanisms, I doubt that it has any kind of omnipotence. Otherwise, there would be packs of people wandering around, in no way inferior to the players of YGGDRASIL. But even two or three levels on the cap is just a hell of a lot, and how useful it would be in a reroll. That's just, but will this very reroll work, if I go beyond the maximum possible scope of the system? Wouldn't that fail? From Momonga's memory, as luck would have it, nothing useful on this topic could be extracted, but I myself, for example, perfectly remembered such a thing in World of Warcraft, when a certain artifact with a gorgeous effect after the release of a new global addon received the signature "does not work for players older of such and such a level. " Yes, and on the very ring I have a lot of questions, mainly - how to repeat this, but there are enough others, not so acute. For example, does it have a permanent effect? In the sense that you put it on, got a level, took it off ... What will happen? Will the taken level be preserved? Will it burn? Or is there another effect altogether that just throws a couple of these same levels on the wearer? The concept of "allows you to overcome the limit" is rather vague, no matter how you look. However, according to the context known to me, The force level did not roll back after the ring was removed. But okay, let's say, what about experience? In Yggdrasil, after reaching the maximum level, experience continued to accumulate, but the next levels did not appear, score at least a couple of trillion points. This existed mainly for the possibility, in principle, to play high-level content, since any death (as well as the use of a number of skills and spells) takes a certain amount of exp, and if you do not want after each death, be it PVP between players or wipe on the world boss, start again farming the last level for yourself, or even two - if you please fill yourself with a "safety cushion" in advance, since it's not difficult. And here the next question arose: did I still have that "pillow" that Momonych filled over the years of persistent daily grind? And if so, that means I should put on the ring and I immediately wake up, doing nothing at all? Questions-questions-questions - the brain can be racked with guesses endlessly. It was no easier to plan the layout of "skills" for the reroll. Satoru optimized his bony alter-ego like a god, but did not play with other races and classes, as a result he knew about them at the level of "Rabinovich sang for me." That is, he, of course, fumbled about how to fight them, what they could, what to expect from them - and the psycho friends told a lot, and he spent a lot of time in the Nazarick constructor, but it was all wrong. I had to go over in the library all the manuals on spec-building, dragged there by the guild from the Internet, and read-read-read, constantly wondering whether another "expert" was writing really valuable things or was driving an outright blizzard? The latter was very possible for Yggdrasil, since in the strange world of Momonga, there were no honest online encyclopedias describing the secrets of the game world, but there was some kind of ubiquitous spy mania, and everyone held on to their secrets, like a mouse to a rump. Wild Asians, their mother ...

During the time spent in this world, I found several more options for changing the race - many items for this were kept in the library, but at the moment the most "tasty" looked all the same that I found on the first day. Leading the way was becoming a Supreme Demon with a specialization in Death Magic. The slightly reduced power of the school of death and the raising of the undead will be more than compensated for by a general increase in enchantment power and purely demonic tokens. Plus all the advantages of a living being and physical data, quite comparable to the parameters of Cocytus. All in all, the Mythic Race was delicious. If not for one "but". Here the skill "demonic rage" can turn out to be my curse much worse than the rationality of the lich. Why, I'm almost sure that the desire to arrange a massacre will roll on me many times more often than the intention to dissect someone now! On the other side of the scale was the Fallen Angel. Firstly, here it is not an OBCHR, which is already good. Secondly, it opens up the ability to cast Light magic and, best of all, Resurrection. But the pros ended there. The light was not very useful for the inhabitants of Nazarick, but at the same time it was not so insurmountable as to hope for it, if it came to "showdowns" with the same Albedo. Cocytus didn't care about all these troubles and vulnerabilities from the height of the cryomancer insect. And I will cut the advantages of combat like an angel to myself, even if I change Death to Darkness in the "profession" - completely different racial buns and the quality of improvement. Not to mention the fact that I still have gear for a lich, and although I have other equipment, it will take a long time to adjust it with a calculator, calculating stats and caps. However ... an angel should not leak a roof. And this outweighed a lot. The ideal option would be to mix races, since the Yggdrasil system allowed this, otherwise there would not have been so many mutants running around the world, the most "outstanding" of which settled in Nazarick. But how can you implement such a system here? Apply both items at the same time? Or consistently? Or are there any other special conditions required? There is no console for decomposing effects! In a word, it is advisable to experiment on who you do not mind. But I don't have that many Feathers of the Fallen Angel and Blood of the High Demon. No, I understand that in Nazarick, any epic, legendary and even mythical thing that some other guilds have been farming for months with a high degree of probability lies in the amount of "we filled a couple of closets with them", and in especially neglected cases - "a wholesale warehouse to the eyeballs ", but nonetheless. And damn it in addition to all this, there were other problems: the detachment that controlled Shalltear, diplomatic relations with the kingdom of Re-Estize, the legalization of Nazarick, and of how to send all these charming monsters in a positive direction. The most important thing is the squad. I don't remember the dates at all, but they appeared in the surrounding forests soon enough, relative to the transfer of Nazarick. That is, I am about to face a meeting with the guys who can turn me and any of the Guardians into their slave. Momonga's memories, and the information from the canon, unanimously insist that this can only be done by a World-class item and, supposedly, the very fact of owning another item of the same level from this can protect ... And-and-and ... I don't know. This is somehow not convincing. Yes, World Items did not allow the effect of another World Item to work on its owner, but it was so in the game, and even then it was somehow not very unambiguous. Guys with World Items in outfit usually do not wave at each other, these noble dons, as a rule, have a lot of other options for resolving issues, in addition to the vulgar massacre. In other words, there seems to be no special statistics. This time. And secondly, you never know how it will work in the real world? Let's say my World Item knocks down the work of an enemy item and does not allow to fully use its capabilities, but what good is it to me if I turn into the same uncontrolled NPC as Shalltear in the canon, who will stupidly and thoughtlessly stand still while someone- Will it not enter the agro-zone, and even after activating the combat mode, it will not be able to fully think and analyze its actions? No, you probably need to distribute World Items to the Guardians, as Momonych did, what if it really works? But letting the Guardians contact that squad is naughty! Only trash and the most useless junior commanders, the benefit of this stuff in bulk and for the locals should be enough, even they shibai control their mind every second. It remains to decide how to find this detachment in time and drive it into a trap ... The forests around are huge - no long-range mirrors will help to cover everything, but to send the army out blindly ... Bad idea. It will be necessary to puzzle Aura - there must be someone in her menagerie for such matters. This kid even has golden dragons, so there are all sorts of squirrel dogs with a good scent ... I hope. As a last resort, Marais is a druid, he will tame the locals! Well, or we'll come up with something else ... With the kingdom it is more difficult and simpler at the same time. The king will surely send me an invitation, and there is nothing to worry about, but there is one caveat. Somewhere in the vicinity of E-Rantel, a malevolent necromancer of rural spill now sits, and soon a bad girl with stilettos, whose brains and philanthropy are more acidic than most of Nazarick, will come to him. And then these two will organize an uprising of the dead at the local cemetery, planning no less than slaughter the entire city in the name of some murky goals. And now the question: what will they think in the capital, when the captain of the guard first comes to them and tells about a dumb magician who can raise cool undead, and then in the immediate vicinity of the place where this magician was last seen, suddenly an epic breakthrough of the undead happens and is the whole city cut out? I would think of a magician. So, in an amicable way, this business must be stopped, either in the bud, or at the very beginning of the active phase. The second is simpler. It's trite because that to arrange observation of the city and detect the beginning of a zombie apocalypse does not require any efforts and special skills from the performer - just plant any Pleiade in front of the Mirror of distant vision and let them report. However ... it will be very much like a staging on my part. Competent people willy-nilly think about a suspiciously quick reaction, and even if I can convincingly deceive myself about exploring the city and accidentally discovering a problem, the sediment will still remain. This seems to be a completely insignificant detail, since "lower beings with their problems" and all that, but if the lich in me says that I need to spit and rub on someone's feelings and emotions, this is a bell. As you know, "listen to the holy father and do everything from the other end," so we will adhere to this wisdom. In short, the first option. And the first option will have to be implemented personally. Now I have no one who could play a field agent for such an operation. All children are completely unreasonable, even Sebas, the wisest and most adult, is in fact very limitedly sociable. Not to mention the fact that most of my, forgive Gos ... hmm ... Orlangur, even the simplest and most peaceful mission can turn the wards into a bloodbath full of random destruction and unmotivated violence. Chaotic-ive characters in all their glory. even the simplest and most peaceful mission can be turned into a bloodbath full of accidental destruction and unmotivated violence. Chaotic-ive characters in all their glory. even the simplest and most peaceful mission can be turned into a bloodbath full of accidental destruction and unmotivated violence. Chaotic-ive characters in all their glory.

So, let's go ourselves. True, Sebas won't let me go alone. I don't know if he's going to breastfeed at the exit, set Albedo on, or just itch and drag along, but here it's easier to agree to take an eye than to persuade this hen. Whom to take? As practice has shown, Shalltear is not the best choice. Yes, if necessary, she can very well portray an innocent child. But if in a small village I had to almost constantly drag her by the handle, fearing that she would rip off someone's head because "the miserable worm breathed in the wrong direction in the direction of the beloved Vladyka," then in a big city, where all sorts of noblemen they can meet with excessive arrogance, and there are simply orders of magnitude more people, this "sweet girl" will need to be kept on a strict leash and in a muzzle. But there are two problems: the locals are unlikely to appreciate it - once. Most likely, Shalltear will love it - two. Take Albedo instead? Hmmm ... No, in fact, it will be the same as with Shalltear, if not worse. This is in addition to the fact that its wings and horns cannot be hidden in any way. In addition, my overseer is really one of the few who can look after Nazarick's freak show in my absence, and even, after my little admonition, I hope, will be able to keep the inhabitants from completely carbon monoxide. So, perhaps, the canon version with Narberal is more than reasonable. She, of course, also does not perceive people other than "garbage" and "insects", but at least she is disciplined enough not to have to lead her by the handle. And still not strong enough that its failure led to a blood bath for half the city. I mean, I have no doubt about its potential, but it will still carry E-Rantel longer than any of the Floor Guardians, and, accordingly, I will have more time to restrain her. Well, we have decided on the composition, now, in fact, an action plan. Our city is medieval and is considered large only by local standards, which means that there is most likely one cemetery there. Well, two maximum. It is not difficult to comb through all the crypts, so it will be a matter of one day to eliminate the main source of problems, but in addition to the magician, whom, for the sake of experiment, you can try to turn into an ordinary Lich, perhaps even the Elder Lich will come out ... ahem, yes, it will be an interesting experiment ... your mother! A bony hand with all its dope fell on the table of enchanted bog oak. The table cracked pitifully, but passed the test with flying colors. But what I seriously began to figure out how to turn such an interesting into undead we have decided on the composition, now, in fact, an action plan. Our city is medieval and is considered large only by local standards, which means that there is most likely one cemetery there. Well, two maximum. It is not difficult to comb through all the crypts, so it will be a matter of one day to eliminate the main source of problems, but in addition to the magician, whom, for the sake of experiment, you can try to turn into an ordinary Lich, perhaps even the Elder Lich will come out ... ahem, yes, it will be an interesting experiment ... your mother! A bony hand with all its foolishness fell on the table of enchanted bog oak. The table cracked pitifully, but passed the test with flying colors. But what I seriously began to figure out how to turn such an interesting into undead we have decided on the composition, now, in fact, an action plan. Our city is medieval and is considered large only by local standards, which means that there is most likely one cemetery there. Well, two maximum. It is not difficult to comb through all the crypts, so it will be a matter of one day to eliminate the main source of problems, but in addition to the magician, whom, for the sake of experiment, you can try to turn into an ordinary Lich, perhaps even the Elder Lich will come out ... ahem, yes, it will be an interesting experiment ... your mother! A bony hand with all its foolishness fell on the table of enchanted bog oak. The table cracked pitifully, but passed the test with flying colors. But what I seriously began to figure out how to turn such an interesting into undead Well, two maximum. It is not difficult to comb through all the crypts, so it will be a matter of one day to eliminate the main source of problems, but in addition to the magician, whom, for the sake of experiment, you can try to turn into an ordinary Lich, perhaps even the Elder Lich will come out ... ahem, yes, it will be an interesting experiment ... your mother! A bony hand with all its dope fell on the table of enchanted bog oak. The table cracked pitifully, but passed the test with flying colors. But what I seriously began to figure out how to turn such an interesting into undead Well, two maximum. It is not difficult to comb through all the crypts, so it will be a matter of one day to eliminate the main source of problems, but in addition to the magician, whom, for the sake of experiment, you can try to turn into an ordinary Lich, perhaps even the Elder Lich will come out ... ahem, yes, it will be an interesting experiment ... your mother! A bony hand with all its foolishness fell on the table of enchanted bog oak. The table cracked pitifully, but passed the test with flying colors. But what I seriously began to figure out how to turn such an interesting into undead A bony hand with all its foolishness fell on the table of enchanted bog oak. The table cracked pitifully, but passed the test with flying colors. But what I seriously began to figure out how to turn such an interesting into undead A bony hand with all its foolishness fell on the table of enchanted bog oak. The table cracked pitifully, but passed the test with flying colors. But what I seriously began to figure out how to turn such an interesting into undeadmateriallike a level 20-25 necromancer sorcerer ... it was annoying. True, not much anymore ... which strained even more, no matter how strange such a design sounded. Okay, back to the plan for visiting the city. The necromancer is only half the trouble. There was also a half-naked maniac with an armored bra made from tokens of the local guild of adventurers, who simply might not have been in the magician's lair at the time of my visit to him. Since the thought of her immediately arose in my head a persistent feeling from the series: "What do I care about this psychopath, let him cut anyone he wants, as long as it doesn't affect my interests," I decided to stop her at all costs. Y-yes, now I perfectly understand the words of one respected comrade, called Mephistopheles, that he declared himself as "I am a part of the power that always thirsts for evil and always does good", maybe he was also one of ours, but fell into a demon? An interesting theory, but it doesn't free you from the question of what to do with the killer. Searching for an assassin in a densely populated city, where he is at home, and you are a guest, is a disastrous idea from the very beginning. The ambush remains in the place where it will definitely appear. The first is a crypt with a necromancer base, but this is a muddy option. That crypt still needs to be found, and if you plan an ambush, then find it imperceptibly and imperceptibly to hide literally in the very den of the enemy. Too many non-core conditions for my class. Invisibility is a gorgeous thing, I do not argue, like the spell of finding traps, but you can screw up the whole thing with a banal careless movement. The second option is much simpler - the alchemical store of the guy Enfiria Barel, whom these figures will kidnap. Just slip him an artifact of reverse teleportation or even immediately cast this spell, and as soon as he is kidnapped - to turn in his place. Fast, graceful, not burdensome. And by the way, it also has a number of side features. In the city, you can certainly buy a lot of useful things, like maps of the world, codes of laws, some kind of historical treatises, textbooks of magic, in the end. Serious things are unlikely to be on sale, but at least some manuals should be passed around? Somewhere the same magicians from the detachments of adventurers of the same guild take their knowledge. The problem is that I do not know where and who to ask, but one of the best alchemists in the city is a completely different conversation, he is definitely in the subject, and I have a letter of recommendation from his sweetheart with me. Hmm ... And since the question of a partial repetition of Momonga's exploits has already come up, it is worth remembering for the rest of the points. What do I even remember about his adventures at the beginning of the story? Saved the village of Karn and Gazef, but that's okay. Enrolled in an adventurer's guild and traveled with a team of romantic guys, one of whom turned out to be a girl in disguise. He saved the city, recruited the alchemist's family, caught the mutant forest hamster, defeated the controlled Shalltear, and ... it seemed like there was something else with sending Sebas and Solution somewhere to the kingdom to get information. Not much. Oh yes, Shalltear also hunted bandits and morally destroyed one of the local top swordsmen, who was hanging around with these bandits instead of sitting in a warm position somewhere in the royal guard. Of all this, an unambiguous plus can be put to the recruitment of an alchemist. There are potions in the bins of Nazarick for a couple of school pools, but their volume is still finite, and not only there is no one to craft them, but not from anything. In general, the business is necessary and useful, there is no doubt about it. To repeat? Perhaps. Even if I manage to establish contact with Re-Estize, and I get access to the state alchemists, it is still more useful to have mine at hand than not to have one, and the guy seems to be talented, plus an easy opportunity to control through his beloved girl ... - Shhh ... - thought control, control! The knife at the throat isnot the only method of interacting with people. NOT the only one! Remember. Commit. Write a memo and stick it on your forehead! .. By the way, a good idea. Well, except for the forehead. But to get a notebook for common truths really should. After spending a minute sorting through the inventory, I did not find anything suitable. There were writing utensils, even quite modern pens, but there were no notebooks or sheets. As in the table. And in the office as a whole. Game location, so that her ... - Lupus, - I find with my eyes the battle maid, who quietly "took over the post" of my "nanny" some time ago and in invisibility bored near the door. One of my rings just made it possible to see the invisible, so her presence was not a secret to me.

"Yes, Lord Momonga! What do you want-su? - the red werewolf jumped in place, emerging from invisibility. - I need a notebook for notes, be kind, bring something suitable. - ABOUT? BUT! I'll be right back, su! Everything will be at its best, su! Don't hesitate Momonga-sama! - and the Pleiades jumped out the door, tossing up with tight pigtails. So where did I stop? Joining an Adventurer's Guild - definitely not. In theory, of course, one can imagine a situation in which such a status may be useful, but not now and I do not think that in the near future. That adventurer party called something about black swords? Not interesting at all. I remember that I felt sorry for them, but this is exactly the case when all the problems of good people from meeting with the inhabitants of Nazarick. In the canon, they ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time precisely because that they contacted Momonga, and if so, it makes no sense to look for them. Well, by and large, there remains that swordsman who ran into my sweet vampiress. And here it is difficult ... Benefits from him - zero, harm - zero, you can only focus on the memories of the emotional response that he caused me before getting into this body, but even then I get lost. It seems like he was a pleasant character who wanted to empathize, especially when he overcame his breakdown, which arose after realizing the abyss that lies between the people and monsters of Nazarick (for example, his fight with Shalltear), but what follows from this? Send Shalltear to scare him and let him go? Um ... This is not even the essence of a lich, here I myself do not see a rational grain, even from a moral point of view. Yes, it kind of helped him grow as a person, surpass himself, find a new meaning in life, but ... Damn this body! It is impossible to think about such matters when any of your emotions a little higher than the baseboard are immediately kicked out by hardware! We need an advisor ... Preferably a six-year-old child who, despite the authorities, will point out to me how the world of a normal person looks like, and not a ghoul bruised all over his head. Yes, everything is according to the precepts of the Hundred Rules of the Dark Lord ... By the way, they should be remembered and written down, there are very wise thoughts. Especially about the search for artifacts and behavior in society ... It has been decided - I will write out everything I remember, and I will oblige all the Guardians to memorize, even if it does not help from their jumps, it will take at least a while. - I'm back, su! - happily flew into the office Lupusregina, clutching a black book in her hand. - Well done, come here, - I stretch out my hand and immediately get the much-needed notebook in it ... in a bound with golden metal binding and with the Ainz Ooal Gown emblem on the cover. I didn't even want to think about where she got it. Well, let's start ... The knife at the throat isnot the only method of interacting with people. Three exclamation marks, underline twice. Great, now the Rules ... And then I will have to go and puzzle Aura by organizing patrols and searches for our dear mind controllers, but first the Rules of the Dark Lord ...