We need to build a Ziggurat! From the beginner's guide to the Dark Lord.
I lounged blissfully in my chair in front of the monitor. Friday, how much in this word ... Another plague week is over. Heh, end of the year, everyone's freaking out. They get nervous, finish off orders. After all, how is it going in our country? First, they will promise each other "a tank of oil for a suitcase of bucks," and then one starts to think about where to get a tank of oil, and the other, accordingly, - a suitcase of bucks. And the worst thing is that the bucks are usually found, but the "oil tank" still needs to be collected. It is then that it turns out that they ordered the wrong and the wrong ones, and even in the wrong quantity, the money, of course, has already been received, and the "goods" must be returned before the New Year, that is, in a week, maximum two. And then it begins - the customer is playing the brain of the sales department, the sales department tortures the designers, and they, in turn, press the technical support, they say, "make us, so that everything was hurt and even yesterday. " And how to do this, if I have only "shit, sticks" and three individuals of the class "Mikhalych for half a liter" at my disposal? No, I don't argue, a lot can be done with such a detachment, and it will even work, but the customer does not need to "go", he needs "checkers" - the promised German solenoids and Italian switches ... hmmm. But all this was left behind and will loom back in consciousness only two days later - and now the weekend is beginning, you can lie back in an armchair, make yourself some gorgeous tea, by the way - a new, not yet tested recipe, obtained by our "shaman" - a recognized connoisseur of various herbs (in the good sense of the word) since the institute times. Well, in addition to tea, you still get to the next creation of the gloomy Japanese genius, "Overlord" called, more precisely, to the anime with this name, I've already read the manga. So let's get started. The beginning turned out to be very ... minor. To be honest, I didn't expect it. In the manga, it somehow looked more gloomy, however ... the thoughts and feelings of the hero saying goodbye to ... hmm, in fact, from childhood, still conveyed well. I'm not the biggest fan of networked computer games, I sat in Warcraft at one time, but the rest of the segment somehow did not go, and the further, the more these games turn into stupid grinds with the function of a money pump through microtransactions, but the feeling of decaying and sprawling I know the team very well, I had a chance to collide, and these are definitely not the things that I want to experience again. Everything changed when the Player sat on the throne and began to count down the last seconds ... 00-03 ... 00-02 ... 00-01 ... 00-00. Suddenly the lights went out in the apartment. The first thought was: "B * I, priest-a-al!", and inside, almost the stomach to the priest did not grow with fright, then logic turned on, and with a wave of relief flashed already "Damn plugs again!" I reached out to get up from the table, but ... froze in the middle of the movement, feeling that "B * I-I-I-I ..." There was anything around, but not my apartment for sure! I don't remember a hefty throne room with a bunch of banners and a crowd of beauties for every taste with a butler kneeling a couple of meters away from me, plus a gorgeous brunette with black wings growing from somewhere in the tailbone area at my feet. I sink back into the armchair and briefly shift my gaze to my hands (the fifth point zamkal at the speed of a puncher!), Already suspecting what I would see there. Instead of the usual limbs of flesh and blood, I saw the white bones of the skeleton, crowned with a bunch of rings. And everything in appearance and color is ... well ... anime. For a moment, I wildly wanted to scream at the top of my lungs something obscenely panicky, but ... almost immediately everything returned to normal. No, I have not lost my emotions. But they became kind of ... hmmm ... outside of me. Quite a strange feeling. "Damn it, Shaman, what kind of herb did you stuff into your swill this time?" - and what else could I think if after a couple of sips of this miracle broth (I have not yet decided whether it is wonderful or monstrous) I woke up in the place of a damn lich in a dungeon, like two drops of water similar to the last frames of the anime, yes also next to a bunch of characters from this anime? Narcotic delirium looked at least logical and salutary! - Master? - the same brunette with wings turned to me. Yes ... an old friend did a pretty good job creating it, okay, that I managed to slightly tweak the settings - a little later this would not have been possible. Uh-uh? .. What friend? What are the settings? What the hell am I talking about? How what ?! Tabula, of course! I shook my head. What the hell is going on here? I can write off the entourage and even that beauty as glitches due to the wrong tea, but I would hardly be able to come up with and inspire in my memory hundreds of hours of adventures of a certain Momonga and Co., tables of settings and other game interface even under "stimulants". This, damn it, became more and more ... I don't know such words to describe what a black abyss of hopeless horror opened up in my stomach. - Are you all right, Master? - Albedo, alarmed, came closer and bent over the sitting me, looking worriedly with a loving look. - Hmm ... - I was simultaneously frantically trying to figure out what to do next, to convince myself that this was just a glitch due to some rubbish in the tea or general fatigue of the body, and wondering how not to sleep in front of this sweet girl that (how I again knew from my own memory and from the manga read) was somewhere the second most powerful monster in this dungeon. "Something is wrong, Albedo. I will have a request for you - or should she be ordered? Like ... no ... I don't know. "I'm ready for anything, Momonga-sama," the demon bent down, bulging out her chest and tight, attractive ass at the same time. And ... nothing moved in my soul at all. I will not say that I was a womanizer, but do not pay attention to such a girl who is clearly "For" with all her limbs ... So, stop, I found the time, and even being a naked skeleton, somehow you will not disperse ... hmm. Momonga-sama? - damn, it hung again! Suddenly, stone calmness swept over again. - Look outside Nazarick. I feel ... wrong in the world around me. Sebas, - I turn my face to the butler, - take the battle maids and help her - what nonsense I'm talking about!
"This very second, Lord," the demoness answered with both enthusiasm and a little disappointment, and literally jumped off the spot, the man simply nodded and followed the girls along. Great, while they are busy, you need to look around, and if it's a glitch - get out of it. What is it recommended to do in such a situation, pinch yourself? I glanced sideways at the bones of my wrists ...
After a while.
- H-yes, it will be more difficult than I thought, - the gloomy lich kicked the innocent throne again. I could feel the texture of objects, their temperature and fluctuations, but there was no pain, as before ... which did not mean absolutely anything - the undead with pain from physical damage was somehow not very good at all, not about a staff that hung in the air near the throne, pounding? But somehow this is all too cool for a glitch. Did you really hit it? Alien memories, emerging as their own, said yes, but new sensations and reflexes spoke even more about this. I did not need to turn my head to know exactly what was behind me, I felt ... the mana resting inside me, perceived the magic objects put on me, knew - literally felt like a kind of phantom habit - how to use them, I saw their functionality at the level of sensations, felt ... so many things that I had to catch a sensory shock. But instead of a shock, I was blown over by a kind of breeze of indifference and extinction of emotions for any outburst of thoughts like: "But how is that ?!" And the worst thing is that there was nothing new in this! In the sense that from a detailed dream, where you dream that you have some superpowers and know how to use them, it did not differ at all! There was neither shock, nor a sharp expansion of consciousness, nor any other "wow-effects", but I frankly did not notice anything of this, or rather, I did not perceive it as something new and unusual until I came to the question with my own mind: "a how can I see if I have no eyes in my sockets? ", and only consciously starting to understand, I began to perceive the differences between the new being and the previous one. And gods, how I wanted so that it was glitches ... an ordinary colorful dream, inspired by watching an anime, but ... But I could not find evidence of this! I could not wake up, could not find inconsistencies and clumsy in the world around me, could see even the smallest details of the texture on the surface of the stone throne, and they did not jump before my eyes, did not change and did not flow into one another, which usually happens in a dream. Everything said that, damn it, I really got ... My gloomy reflections were interrupted by the return of a demoness with big ... eyes ... and wings, yes. Hmm, even though I have become undead and nothing of the sort "does not move," but the aesthetic pleasure of contemplating a harmoniously built girl has not gone anywhere. And that is bread. "Momonga-san, you were right. Nazarick is transported to unknown lands, "Albedo reported bowing. - Hmm, - thoughts were convulsively rushing in my head. What should I do with this whole thing? The degree of loyalty of the inhabitants of the dungeon is unknown to me, for their Momonga in the manga they were ready to tear everyone up, but the problem is that this is clearly not a manga - one, and I am not Momonga - two. Although vague doubts are already beginning to plague the second point - from somewhere I know how the teams work in the tomb, what the Staff hanging next to it is capable of, as well as the NPCs, and what is in the dungeon in general. Very strange. The icy calm was still with me, so, leaving the thoughts of hysteria, horror and insanity, I asked one of the key questions of any Russian person. Since "who is to blame?" it was now all the same not to know, back to "what to do?" To begin with, it is clearly worth determining the degree of loyalty of the people of Nazarick. Judging by the uncomplaining execution of my commands by Albedo, the butlers and the maids, the overwhelming part of the fighting power is on my side, but I still need to find out this question - what if that loli-vampire has an opinion on this? According to the numbers, Albedo and Sebas have to break it, but will I survive this showdown? Although with "I will survive" - I have had enough, rather "I will remain to exist." Okay, okay. The next point of the program is to briefly understand the environment. There is someone smart-ass in this world who controlled the same vampire, and I have no idea what is going on in his head. But something tells me that the appearance of a necropolis with a crowd of demons and undead on board, this someone will not be happy. I would definitely not be happy if I were in his place. And the third thing - to become alive, or at least to have a normal body - I somehow got used to the little joys of life, and the prospect of spending the rest of eternity without being able to taste food, let alone more, ahem, intimate things, was depressing. Once again, an elusive stream of something incomprehensible went through my thoughts, leaving crystal clarity and fencing off unnecessary emotions. - Master, should I continue? - as soon as I made only a sound, and the girl broke off, waiting for a new command and devouring me with her eyes ... brrr. - I thought. Yes, continue. "Instead of the usual Cursed Swamp, we ended up in the meadows. There are unknown mountains nearby. No roads or other signs of intelligent life have yet been found, but we have not moved far from the tomb. - How is it? Well, so much the better. Gather all the Guardians of Nazarick capable of leaving their posts in the Arena ... in five hours. I need to find out if everything has been transferred and what are our strengths now. I also want you to continue exploring the area. - Yes, sir. "I will be waiting for you in the arena, my dear Albedo. In the meantime ... I'll knead a little bone, - taking into account my condition - a rather ironic phrase, the funny thing is, the demoness also understood it and smiled ... hmm, or is it because I called her "mine", and even "dear"? "No matter. If this is necessary to maintain her loyalty, then why not? " - a calm and indifferent thought came to mind. And something was wrong with her ... On the one hand, everything seems to be logical and correct, but on the other hand ... since when do I think in this way about girls in general and gorgeous women that they themselves rush at me? In the meantime ... I'll knead a little bone, - taking into account my condition - a rather ironic phrase, the funny thing is, the demoness also understood it and smiled ... hmm, or is it because I called her "mine", and even "dear"? "No matter. If this is necessary to maintain her loyalty, then why not? " - a calm and indifferent thought came to mind. And something was wrong with her ... On the one hand, everything seems to be logical and correct, but on the other hand ... since when do I think in this way about girls in general and gorgeous women that they themselves rush at me? In the meantime ... I'll knead a little bone, - taking into account my condition - a rather ironic phrase, the funny thing is, the demoness also understood it and smiled ... hmm, or is it because I called her "mine", and even "dear"? "No matter. If this is necessary to maintain her loyalty, then why not? " - a calm and indifferent thought came to mind. And something was wrong with her ... On the one hand, everything seems to be logical and correct, but on the other hand ... since when do I think in this way about girls in general and gorgeous women that they themselves rush at me? why not? " - a calm and indifferent thought came to mind. And something was wrong with her ... On the one hand, everything seems to be logical and correct, but on the other hand ... since when do I think in this way about girls in general and gorgeous women that they themselves rush at me? why not? " - a calm and indifferent thought came to mind. And something was wrong with her ... On the one hand, everything seems to be logical and correct, but on the other hand ... since when do I think in this way about girls in general and gorgeous women that they themselves rush at me?
Leaving reflections on the moral character of the lich-owner of the dungeon for later, I hastened to go to the sixth floor, where the Arena was located, not forgetting to take this pretentious staff with me. Let it be rather cumbersome and, as for me, damn inconvenient, but ... And, what can I say, for a person who is fond of fantasy, to be in the carcass of a powerful magician (albeit a little dead) ... My hands were itching to try to create something, and testing one's own capabilities was only the second point. Again a breeze of strength went over my head, displacing excessive inspiration. Hmm, he, of course, is sometimes very useful, but such "spontaneous" responses are not good. This also needs to be dealt with. An order-wish directed to the Ring of Teleportation - and here I am already at the entrance. Made in the form of something coliseum-like, the arena is spread out under the arch of the night sky. I remember that the Blue Planets killed almost six months to decorate this "ceiling", turning it into a copy of the Milky Way, flavored with some "cosmetic" changes, such as constellations in the form of outlines of the guilds' outlines. Shaking my head from my - not my thoughts, I walked out onto the sand. Almost immediately after that, something small with a wild cry jumped out of the "spectator" seats and rushed straight at me. The hand, free from the staff, folded the "Bone Prison" gesture by itself, and only at the last moment I realized that this "something" is one of the Floor Guardians and dropped my hand instead of directing the necessary supply of mana into it ... eh? These reflexes, skills that pop up from nowhere, and most importantly - understanding how it all works - simply freeze. On the one hand, I just can't figure out what's going on and this behavior of my own carcass is pretty annoying, on the other hand, if I were left "with a bare bottom" in the depths of the necropolis, inhabited by far from hamsters, it would also be very fun. You don't know which is "better". In any case, the Floor Guardian reached me unhindered and was now actively gazing at me with adoring eyes. In appearance - a cute, sharp-eared creature of about ten or twelve years old, at the same time similar to his image from the manga, and very different, how can a real, full-size living creature standing in front of you differ from an outline black-and-white picture. Height - a meter with a cap while jumping from a chair, eyes - one green, the other purple. The size of the awl in the butt is difficult to determine, but clearly large. His sister must be here somewhere. Although given what Chagama, the Great and Terrible Yaoischitsa of all Nazarick, made them, then this fucking thing is exactly the girl, that upon closer examination, in principle, it is even noticeable by the proportions of the body, which has already begun to rebuild in an adult way, and that shy creature in a miniskirt that timidly crumples in the audience seats, not daring to go down, is a guy. Brr, well, the folk were in this guild. Oh, well, yes, I almost forgot - this whimsical creature was an elf, and a "dark" one. Although for me, rather just well tanned. However, taking into account other features, the fact that the eyes are sharp-eared and almond-shaped somehow got lost in my perception. I can only say that this is not how I imagined a meeting with the "wondrous people" ... well, in the unlikely event that I ended up in the wizarding world. - Aura ... - I remembered the girl's name. I mean, a girl, who is a girl mowing like a guy ... uh-uh ... hmm. "Welcome to the Sixth Floor, Momonga-sir! - Aura made a hip bow, straightened up, jumped in place and continued to eat me with an adoring look. - I would like to use the arena. "Of course, Momonga-sir! She is completely at your disposal! How can we help you? Oh, exactly! Aura slapped her forehead. - Marais! Lord Momonga is here! Come down quickly! "I-I know! - shouted from the top of the "spectator podium" something in white tights and a skirt, which not every porn actress would wear ... The already familiar wave of cold that passed through the mind swept out of the head a mixture of horror and a touch of disgust. - Turtle! - "Speech skill +1", I remarked to myself, watching as this strange boy hastily jumped off the podium onto the sand of the arena, straightens her skirt and runs towards us ... Another gust of breeze calmed a new outbreak of something so ... panicky-homophobic, and the hand that had started to rise again dropped. After all, it is foolish to blame creation for the painful head of the creator. "I-sorry to keep you waiting, Momonga-sir." It crouched in a curtsy ... hmm, maybe it's a girl after all? Alas, memory and ... probably this is the same "sense of life" inherent in all self-respecting undead. In short, these things stated the opposite. And I would, in fact, be shocked by the realization that I now literally feel the presence of living beings and understand how to interpret these sensations, but no - there was no shock, only a slight breeze of chill in the skull. - Nothing wrong. "Momonga-san is so kind," began the girl who is a virgin ... in short, Aura. "Um… hmm, I need marksmanship dummies and some solid obstacles. I want to test my staff and refresh my own abilities a little. "Wow, is this the Legendary Staff that only Momonga-sir can use?" - while a boy in a skirt (by the way, also carrying a staff with him) admired and drooled over the guild's Über-slippers, his sister, with a snap of her fingers, summoned several pumped-up ... hmm, either Draconids, or lizardmen, or someone else, and these demonic analogs of Ramshan and Dzhamshut quickly poked dummies and built almost a maze of stone blocks on the sand of the arena. And all this in less than a couple of minutes that I (for some reason) on autopilot (hmm ...) told the little elf about the staff, simultaneously remembering and realizing its performance characteristics. And they were ... I don't even know how, using legal methods and without the help of a GM, such a thing could be collected at all. But a reusable artifact capable of summoning creatures and elementals at the level of raid bosses, enhancing the magic of the owner, allowing you to "hang" dozens of spells and perhaps not making coffee (although if you hang such weaving from the household arsenal on it ...), it simply suppressed. In fact, this one "stick" could well heal the continent, and in fact hundreds of artifacts were kept in the guild's treasury, albeit not of such destructive power, but not particularly inferior to it. But there were even more ultimatum things, next to which this cane will look faded. W-tin. The only thing that was missing was creatures capable of using all this stuff - many things were, if not nominal, then rigidly tied to "classes", skills and other game conventions,
After waiting for the workers in the Nazarick housing and communal services sector to leave, I went to the distance of "shooting" at dummies, deciding to start with something simple. One had only to think about the attack and direct the staff, as black lightning struck from its pommel, instantly turning the mannequin into a heap of ashes. It took two lightning bolts to sew the wall. Um ... okay. Putting my staff aside, I decided to try to do something myself, but what? One had only to be puzzled by such a choice, as spells lined up in my head. Several dozen spells, ranging from buffs, simple mines, shields and fireballs, ending with truly terrifying rituals for the creation of "flesh golems", temporal shifts and "general disintegration." And I can do all this? As it turned out a little later - yes, I can. I have no idea how all this is built, on what principles it works, but ... it worked! Real, damn it, take me (although with such an arsenal, only the archdemon will succeed, and even then he will have to sweat a lot and without guarantees), magic! How cool! Dreams Come True. Even in this ... specific way. Alas, the euphoria did not last long. An incomprehensible force, already beginning to enrage me wildly, cooled my head again. So, all the spells that Archilich Momonga could use in the game can be used by me. This is a plus. I have no idea why this thing works and works the way it does. This is a minus. That is, the theory of magic in my head is exactly the same as before the hit - a little less than nothing. And this is very lousy. I directly physically feel how, with such an arsenal, albeit very wide, I will hammer in nails with a microscope. And the fact that my "resurrection" is postponed indefinitely, it becomes quite clear. This means that I need this knowledge. Ideally - teachers, but something is tormenting me with vague doubts that my "subordinate monsters" will be delighted with the question on the basics of magic. Although ... taking into account Albedo's settings ... For practice and "warm-up", the five hours I let my "wards" passed somehow imperceptibly, and now a dark gap opened on the sand of the Arena, from which a busty gothic loli with an umbrella majestically emerged. - ABOUT? - the guest looked around. - I, by chance, was not the first to arrive here? The sense of life informed that this girl was not quite alive, but she was not drawn to the undead either. True Vampire, huh? Outwardly, Shalltear was also very easily recognizable, but in reality she still looked much more colorful than in a black and white picture. Red eyes with an elongated pupil, pale to blue, but beautiful, without a hint of soreness, leather. The dress was also not entirely black, but with an abundance of scarlet elements. Well, the growth is almost a cut above the Aura. On the whole ... a very pretty girl, perhaps a little short and with false breasts, but for a creature with her level of mastery of Blood magic, the appearance should be a very conditional thing. Well, in theory ... By the logic of things ... However, remembering her canonical complexes on this topic, I'm not at all sure that the logic is applicable here. - Instant movement is strictly prohibited in Nazarick, weren't you told not to use the Gateway without permission? Shalltear, are you not capable of walking to the Arena on foot? And what have you forgotten here at all? - Immediately turned on the spitefulness of the loli kid at the sight of the gothic loli. "Lord Momonga summoned me," the vampiress said in a purring tone, not looking at Aura. - What? - the elf looked at me in surprise. - Yes, Aura, I told the Guardians to gather here, - I confirm the words of the scarlet-eyed, involuntarily recalling a similar situation in the manga and not really understanding whether I need to move on this topic or not. "It's not a reason to break the rules anyway, Shalltear! - the girl did not retreat, again sowing on the guest. I was suddenly struck by nostalgia - the creators of these two were brother and sister and also constantly swore. These glorious days began to flash before my eyes, and ... Once again, with irritation I catch myself plunging into not my memories at all. Meanwhile, the showdown was gaining momentum. More precisely, how - disassembly? Total ignorance on the part of the newly arrived "all sorts of vyaks" from the landfill mistress and growing discontent from ignoring, respectively. The vampire both appeared and walked towards me, literally sticking to the face with her gaze, which involuntarily made me think to prepare "Paralysis", "Disintegration" and "Teleport" just in case. - ... stinks of a corpse! - cut on the ears (or rather, to the fact that they are replacing them for me) a new attack, continuing to somehow try to penetrate the guest of Aura. - Hmm ... - she ought to slow down, otherwise she will blurt out something superfluous, I will skip it, and then she will think - and she will start to stagger and wobble, who knows these non-writings, especially when you consider what kind of fucking nerds were they prescribed? No, seriously, even offhand like this, judging Momonga's memory from the outside, I can say for sure - 99% of his guild members were seriously ill. The Japanese mentality seems strange for a non-Japanese person, having a lot of not very decent manias, fetishes and cultural phenomena, but local shots inspired even against the background of their fellow citizens. And all this was invested in the non-writing of Nazarick. And worst of all, Momonga was the most bruised of all those bruised by Ainz Ooal ... Gods and Demons, who came up with this guild name? Okay, for some reason I got distracted again, and in the meantime in the arena ... - Lord Momonga? - the elf made innocent eyes. "You know, Lord Momonga is also undead," the gothic loli drawled in a sweet voice, wrapping her arms around my neck in an incredibly smooth movement and pressing her whole body passionately. The left hand, free from the staff, reflexively supported her under the ass. Hmmm, I definitely don't perceive her as a child, rather as a miniature girl. Very pleasing to the eye ... hmm ... and after all, through the magic of Blood, you can somehow try to build meat on this backbone ... - Oh, my lord, my master-i-yayin. Please, continue ... - ahem, okay, the question of her loyalty is removed ... Damn, Perorontino had to be twisted, taken away from him the keyboard and escorted to a sex therapist, prescribe gothic loli-vampires hanging on archilichi with frank sexual desire, somehow ... somehow a little TOO! I mean, it's one thing to watch it in black and white in the manga, lazily scratching your belly, and quite another thing to watch it in reality, being this very lich!
- What? What the hell are you talking about, Shalltear? How can Lord Momonga be an ordinary undead ?! Yes, he has already reached a reality higher than the undead, or even at the level of the God of the undead, "the elf started up, burning the high vampiress with a viciously jealous look. "Nevertheless, s-sister, your words were a little unpleasant," Marais mumbled timidly. - Hmm, - the kid frowned with concern, - okay, let's try again? Well ... maybe it stinks like rotten dead meat? - Yes, it's much better, - agreed Shalltear, making herself comfortable, while opening a view of her chest, which looks quite voluminous, even more so for such a "crumb". The girl licked her lips and purred. Speaking of "rotten dead meat", for the "sense of smell" (or what do I have instead of him now?) The lich girl smelled very pleasant and tempting. But still, nothing moved anywhere - keep up the good work. - Grrrr, - the owner of the landfill began to twitch an eye. "It must be difficult with such a crazy sister. It will be better if you leave her as soon as possible, Marais, or one day you will become the same, - this embodiment of the evil Kawai continued to press the opponent on all fronts. Damn, I'm really weird about them, but ... interesting. It seems that I am slowly losing my mind, however, it is not yet clear why - the existence of the undead, the memories of Momonga (by the way, where is he himself, in the sense of his "I"?) Or the creatures around me. - W-shut up! Fake Tits! - that's it, the vampire verbally crushed the elf, and therefore the latter had no choice but to become personal. Considering the fact that they were both women ... - W-what the hell are you talking about ?! - Gothic-loli precipitated and pressed closer to me. - At a glance, you can tell that your hollow looks strange. How many different things did you stuff in there? - the dark eared woman narrowed her eyes rather and grinned venomously. - The padding is so high ... does it slip when you walk? - that's it, now the finishing move has started. - Exactly! That's why you used the portal! It would slide if you ran! - Silence! - the pale face of the red-eyed beauty was distorted in an explosive mixture of panic and rage. "I don't have them at all!" - being on her feet and turning to the "aggressor", she tried to go over to the vampire's counterattack. "They'll grow up soon," Aura sniffed smugly. - I'm only 76 years old. It must be difficult to be undead without any perspective in this regard? - Oh, you are small! - Girls, am I not bothering you? - I slightly "release" mana, it turned out almost reflexively, I had only to think about how a creature without facial expressions and with a very meager ability to convey intonation by voice can show its ... hmm ... emotions, in this case - displeasure. - Please accept our deepest apologies, Vladyka! - both knelt down in front of me and bowed their heads. - For the first time. In the future, resolve your conflicts without making them public ... and without self-harm, "I added, catching the girls' promising looks at each other. Hmmm, it will be much more difficult than I thought - everyone is either undead, or demons, or other creatures from the same cohort, such as drow (albeit pretty cute), which means, by definition, evil, cruel and so on. , other, other. If they are ready to grapple with each other for any sidelong glance, then what will they do with strangers? Hmmm, but the ass is deeper than I thought. A commercial as soon as they go out, and that's it, the khan is the exterminatus of all living things around, and then I live in the desert ... hmmm, a problem. Meanwhile, new characters appeared from the gates into the arena. Albedo and Sebas walked ahead, followed by Cocytus and Demiurge. The first was a three-meter beetle-like humanoid with four arms and a blue and white shell covered with ice. The second outwardly resembled an elf, with the exception that it had a prominent metal tail. He was dressed in an orange three-piece suit and wore glasses on his face. "It looks like everyone has already gathered," the tailed demon stated as the group approached us. - I beg your pardon for being late. - It's good that you are here ... - so, what else to say? "Are Victim and Gargantua in place?" - I look at Albedo. - Yes, sir, - the girl bowed, putting her right hand to her chest. - Guardian of the fourth floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick Gargantua and Guardian of the eighth floor Victim express their respect and ask for forgiveness for not being able to leave their posts. - Hmm ... - memories again crawled from within. Gargantua was a golem thirty meters tall and the only Guardian of Nazarick that the members of the guild did not create - it was presented to them by the Yggdrasil administration for the world's first passage of one of the epic events. Victim was, in fact, a living bomb tied to his location, and at the time of death he annihilated all living things on a guarded tier - a sort of ultimatum defense system, in case a raid invades Nazarick that could take out all the protection of the first seven floors. - What are you standing? - Understanding my silence in her own way, Albedo stepped forward, shouting imperiously at the assembled Guardians. - Express your loyalty to your Supreme Lord! - Guardian of the first, second and third floors, Shalltear Bloodfallen, - the vampiress instantly reacted, making a knixen and bowing in deep bow, - I bow before the sovereign. "Guardian of the fifth floor, Cocytus," the beetle knelt, "I bow before the sovereign. "Guardian of the sixth floor, Aura Bella Fiore…" the dark elf stepped forward. having made a knixen and bowing deeply, I bow before the sovereign. - Guardian of the fifth floor, Cocytus, - the beetle knelt down, - I bow before the sovereign. "Guardian of the sixth floor, Aura Bella Fiore…" the dark elf stepped forward. having made a knixen and bowing deeply, I bow before the sovereign. "Guardian of the fifth floor, Cocytus," the beetle knelt, "I bow before the sovereign. "Guardian of the sixth floor, Aura Bella Fiore…" the dark elf stepped forward.
- And - and another Guardian of the sixth floor, Marais Bella Fiore, - her brother hurried after her. "We bow before the sovereign," they finished in chorus, kneeling down and putting their right hands in the area of the heart. - Guardian of the seventh floor, Demiurge, - a demon in an orange suit stood in line with the others, - I bow before the sovereign. - The main butler of Nazarick, the head of the Pleiades detachment, - now Sebas knelt on one knee, - I bow before the sovereign. - Leader of the Guardians of Nazarick, Albedo, - the girl stood in front of everyone and gracefully lowered herself, - I bow before the sovereign. Order us, Lord. We are completely at your mercy. Well, the question of loyalty can be considered closed. Apparently, I got everything Momonga had in his story, and despite the change of soul, the inhabitants of Nazarick have not changed their attitude towards the guild master. It's good. But the fact that I don't really know what to do next is already bad. No, not in terms of "right now", everything is simple here, but in a global sense. However, you can think about it later, but for now they are expecting a response from me. - Fine. Now raise your heads and listen to me. "The Guardians hurriedly obeyed, looking at me with respectful glances. - Some unexplained phenomenon has transported all of Nazarick to unknown lands. Perhaps we are just in another part of the continent, but until there is evidence of this, we will assume that there is a completely different world around, capable of posing a threat even to the creatures of your strength and nature. In this regard, I have several tasks for you, - I pause, mentally taking a breath and observing the reaction of the listeners. Reactions, by the way, it was not, in the sense that the listeners caught my every word with the same greed and attention as at the beginning. - First of all, you must conduct a full account of your subordinates. I need to know exactly what forces Nazarick currently has, and if someone has disappeared, I am all the more obliged to know about it. "It will be done, Lord," Albedo assured her in a bewitching voice, bowing her head again. - Second: test your strengths and abilities. If you mark any changes, describe and report everything in detail. I am especially interested in how the transference affected magic. I didn't find any differences in myself - except that in the game, from the memory of my predecessor, I had to press the icons, and here I literally had a "muscle" memory for each spell - but that does not mean anything. Third: think about disguise. Maybe that we will have to explore incognito the society of local inhabitants, who may look like people, and as something completely different from them. It will be better if you prepare for this in advance. It is also possible that the entire Nazarick will need to be masked. And finally, all floors should be raised their level of readiness to repel attacks. Take any violators alive. That's all for now. I'm counting on you. "Yes, Momonga-sama! - the listeners answered in unison. Glancing at the soulful faces of the monsters who once again bowed, I realized that it was time to end the scene at this point, silently nodded and teleported to the throne room. - Master? - A voice from behind sounded unexpectedly. - Ah, Yuuri, - I recognized the vice-captain of the Pleiades of Six Stars, or, in a simple way, combat maids. Actually, all of them were just now in the hall and were gazing at me with interested glances. - I need to think, - I sit on the throne. - You can go about your business, just do not bother me. "As you please, sir," the girl put her hand to her heart. By the way, pretty - strict glasses, hair gathered in a bun, the look of a responsible teacher, and also a kind worldview, which was an exceptional case for Nazarick. The impression is spoiled only by the hypertrophied large bracers with spikes and the fact that she is a little zombie and dullahan, that is, undead, based on the idea of the headless horseman. However, all the Pleiades were still those monsters, despite their cute appearance. Lupusregina Beta is a werewolf wolf, Narberal Gamma is a doppelganger, Shizu Delta is an android, Solution Epsilon is a carnivorous slime, Entoma Vasilissa Zeta is a cannibal arachnid. In short, in half the cases - a nightmare for a healthy heterosexual. Or a bunch of wet fetishes of an acid-driven perversion ... The emotional tangle that flared up from memories was again immediately suppressed by some force, and I thought it good to be distracted by thoughts of future plans. I haven't read the light novel, and the manga chapters that have been released ended much earlier than the story came to a close, so my foreknowledge is very limited and in general ... not very useful. What was the original Momonga doing? Yes, he swam, trying with all his might to pass himself off as someone he was not. And the point there is not in knowledge and skills, but in the very attitude to reality, the volume of life experience and the scale of the individual - the very thinking of the epic archilich, whatever that may be, radically different from the thinking of an office clerk. For Momonga, it was a role-playing in a masquerade, he dragged himself away from external attributes, pretentious speeches and other symbols of his play image, but he was not close to the real essence of this image. That is just his voyage to the local guild of adventurers. In fact, the guy just went along the familiar path of an ordinary gamer, with the genre relying on "approached the bulletin board, took a quest for ten wolves" and so on, without even realizing it. But all the management of the life of the city of demons, which, de facto, is Nazarick, took place rather against his will and almost in the form of "held by the handle." So the knowledge of his adventures was, if not completely useless, then somewhere nearby. However, you shouldn't be too hard on the guy. Most likely, if I was completely in his place, that is, without the slightest foreknowledge and with his attitude towards the guild, he would have behaved in a similar way. But all this is lyrics, and the question is different. Suppose some of his actions can be adopted, but what will be the main task? Taking over the world? Yeah, he ran straight away. Power for the sake of power has long been out of trend, even Morgoth wanted to seize Middle-earth, because he believed that he could do it better than the Creator intended, and not for the sake of the stupid "I'm the boss!" But I somehow do not feel the desire to ennoble reality at all costs - I do not feel the proper scale in myself, so to speak. To be honest, I would again return a normal body, with the normal capabilities of a living organism. Maybe being Overlord, as Momonga's stage of development of an undead magician was called, is cool, but, again, I don't feel the proper scale in myself.
By the way ... But this abnormal guild surely has artifacts in its bins for changing the race! Such stoned nerds cannot but have them. At worst, there must be a polymorph enchantment or something. Exactly, exactly ... Even a jump from a beginner Skeleton Mage to an Elder Lich is not complete without a special artifact. Most of these are limited and applicable only for the evolution of specific races along the path possible for them, but there are also universal rerolls, and taking into account the size of Nazarick's bins, here, in any case, something of them was lying around ...
In the meantime, in the arena. Immediately after the guild leader leaves.
Lord Momonga disappeared in a flash of magical sparks. For several long seconds, stretching out almost a minute, the Guardians of Nazarick remained silently still, but Albedo threw off her torpor and, setting an example, was the first to rise to her feet. The others immediately began to stir: "Th-it was frightening, sis," Marais shared, convulsively squeezing his staff in his hands. - I thought I would be crushed by this aura! - Aura answered in full delight, standing next to her brother. "He is incomparable," Cocytus supported, shaking the ground with the movement of a heavy body. "Here he is, Momonga-sir, who has shown his power as a leader," the winged demon said dreamily, folding her hands in a prayer gesture in front of her chest. "It seems so," Demiurge adjusted his glasses with barely noticeable excitement. "He took our oath of allegiance," the Guardian of the fifth floor hummed through his mandibles with undisguised pleasure. - When he used magic, he was so cool! - continued the dark elf. - I counted more than two hundred spells! "That's what it is — the real power of Momonga-sir," Marais said. - Everything is exactly as you said! - beaming with happiness, almost jumped in place of Albedo. - He responded to our desire and showed his true power. As expected of the master! Of all forty-one creators, he is the highest! He is a magnanimous ruler who will defend his land to the end! "Then I think I'll go," the chief butler drew attention to himself. - BUT? - the demoness slightly lost her thoughts. "I don't know where Momonga-san has gone, but I have to be with him, "he explained calmly. "Sebas, let me know if something suddenly happens," the warden asked, still a little trembling with emotional excitement. "Especially if Momonga-san calls me. I'll come to him right away. "A blush appeared on Albedo's cheeks. - I don't care that I have to quit, I'll come right away! - the girl's voice began to acquire excited notes, and her eyes sparkle unhealthily. "But tell Mr. Momonga that if I'm needed in his bed, I'll need time to get ready." I will need to take a bath ... But, of course, if he wants me to come right away ... - I understand, - the butler firmly interrupted her, although not a single muscle trembled on his face. "I'll probably go then," he repeated again and, turning to the others, made a polite bow. - Guardians. While everyone was watching the back of the commander of the Pleiades retreating to the exit, Demiurgus noticed that of all those gathered, one was still kneeling, her head bowed to the ground. With some part of himself, the demon strategist found everything that happened a little strange, but so far he could not formulate his feelings, although, in a certain sense, he was well aware that this was, in fact, the first meeting of the Floor Guardians since their creation, but at the same the very time his memory kept the knowledge about them as if they had known each other for many years. Such dualism did not make the task easier, but worse, its own nature resisted the critical comprehension of this knowledge, making it even more difficult to find causes of concern. However, not being able to deal directly with the root cause of sensations, Demiurgus could well begin to study the issue indirectly, for example, ask a direct question to the one who is now behaving the most strange. "Is something wrong, Shalltear?" - the demon's question drew the attention of the other Guardians to the vampire. "What's wrong, Shalltear? - repeated it Cocytus, when he also realized that the girl still does not move. "E-him," the vampiress raised her head uncertainly, revealing a flushed face full of embarrassment to the audience, "the majestic presence excited me so much that I… got a little wet down there. "Uh ..." A friendly sigh of awkwardness from the Guardians hung in the air. - Here is a whore! - the indignant half-hawk-half-cry of Albedo swept like a thunder over the Colosseum. A pale purple haze of concentrated mana began to swirl over the older demoness. - What?! Bloodfallen snarled. "Feeling the power of our unique lord Momonga is a worthy reward! - in the next moment, a dangerous haze also appeared over the body of the vampire, only this time a blood-red color. - The girl who is not wet, most likely,problems ?! You bigmouth gorilla! She growled, assuming a fighting stance and slightly growing her claws on her hands. - And you are a lamprey! - the overseer did not remain in debt, increasing the flow of energy. "The creator made me this way, and I'm not complaining! - I, too!
- Aura, - attracted the attention of the elf Guardian of the seventh floor, who quickly understood what was going on, - let women solve women's problems. - What?! - the kid even lowered her ears from surprise. "Demiurge, are you going to leave me alone with these ?! - If something happens, just find me, - already stepping away from the scene, the demon saluted with his hand in the air. As a strategist, he was one of the best in Nazarick, but in combat terms he was noticeably inferior to most of the other Guardians and was not at all going to fall under the distribution. - Eh ... - Marais threw a worried look at his sister, but the next moment he turned it to the grinning monsters and realized that his sympathy for his sister was losing out to fear, and then quickly hurried after the tailed demon. - Damn it ... Was it really necessary to swear like that? - grumbled Cocytus, nevertheless, too, began to hurry away. - Cocytus! - With the intonation of a man devoted to the last hope, the girl exclaimed in the back of the giant, but he did not turn around ...
A minute later, at the other end of the arena.
The roar, accompanied by inhuman screams in two voices, again raised a column of dust in the distance. A small figure with a short haircut dug in a little to the side, acting as a natural barrier between the furies grabbing each other's hair and the three spectators who tactically retreated in time, without realizing it. "What nonsense," the beetle giant grumbled again. - What are we waiting for here? "Actually, I'm interested in the result," Demiurgus replied. - BUT? - distracted by his voice Marais, until then nervously squeezing his staff and constantly whispering "sister" when the figure of Aura found itself dangerously close to the dispersed disputants. "This will determine the military power and future of Nazarick," the demon dressed in business suit readily began to explain. - What do you mean? - the boy did not understand. "A great ruler must have an heir, right? - the Guardian of the seventh floor looked up to the stars. "Mr. Momonga stayed with us until the very end, but he can also leave us when he loses interest. So it is very important that he leaves behind an heir in order to transfer power to him. "So you think one of them," Marais glanced sideways at the battle, "should give Lord Momonga an heir?" - Enough! Boomed Cocytus. "Thinking like that is disrespectful to Momonga-san! "Is it bad if he leaves an heir to whom we can swear allegiance? - Demiurge turned to him in surprise. - Well ... - the giant froze for a second. - Yes, that would be good ... No, that would be great! - the upper right hand of the Guardian grabbed his head, in which a heap of fantasies had obviously already risen. - What a great idea! A-ah-ah! Uncle! - With uterine contentment stretched Cocytus. - And the child will roll on my shoulders ... - Guided by his thoughts, the warrior wandered off to the side, happily voicing ideas that came to mind. "Um," Demiurge looked after him and decided to change the subject. - By the way, Marais, why are you dressed like a girl? - he knew a lot about the rest of the Guardians, but was surprised to realize that he did not know the answer to this question and until today did not even know about the fact itself. "This is…" the boy shyly adjusted his skirt. "Lady Bukubuku Chagama made me this way. She said it was called "trap", but I did not fully understand her. But I'm pretty sure I'm a boy. - Hmm ... Then maybe all boys in Nazarick have to dress like that? - the demon strategist thought deeply. His thoughts were interrupted by an unexpected silence that descended over the Colosseum. "Cocytus, come down to earth, please…" After looking closely at what was happening at the opposite end of the arena, the demon turned to the giant. "What a beautiful scene," the beetle-like Sentinel began to return, holding on to his head with his upper left hand, slowly, as if overpowering intoxication. "This is wonderful ..." "Yes, yes, it's great," Demiurge urged him, going to the place of the recent fight himself. - Albedo, Shalltear, are you still fighting ?! - Raising his voice, he called out to the women standing in front of each other, continuing to exude a thirst for blood, but it seemed that they were no longer trying to pull out all of each other's hair and pull up dresses. "They just finished," Aura crawled out of a small funnel, disheveled and slightly dusty. - Now they ... - We decide who will be the lawful wife! - The vampiress answered importantly, hardly catching her breath, but trying to look at her rival with superiority. "It would be strange if the ruler of Nazarick had only one concubine," Albedo agreed with her. - But we need to decide which of us will be the lawful wife ... - This is, of course, very interesting, but maybe first we will carry out the orders of Mr. Momonga? - something on the verge of Demiurge's consciousness again began to whisper about some surrealistic line in everything that was happening, but he wrote it off as a delay in completing the work entrusted by the Supreme Being. - Yes, you're right, - the warden calmed down and straightened the strand that had strayed over her face.
"No problem," the diminutive vampiress assured her face with a fake amiable smile. - Then, - Albedo completely pulled herself together and turned to the others with utmost seriousness, - let's discuss the plan ...
An hour later. Treasury.
I was right. In the rubble of various legendary and mythical (that is, by the standards of this guild, almost passable) artifacts, four suitable items were found: Amulet of Rebirth - allows you to change the race and class of the character while maintaining the level and achievements. Ring of Rebirth - turns the dead back into a living one, with the deprivation of all bonuses and penalties of the Undead. Fallen Angel's Feather - allows you to be reborn as a "Fallen Angel" with all the pros and cons of this race. Blood of the Supreme Demon - allows you to be reborn as a "Demon Lord", getting all the pros and cons of this race. And I haven't dug all the chests yet. But not only that, in the process of searching, Momonga's memory suggested that the necessary items can also be found in the library, among the numerous scrolls and spell books. A little later, sitting on a monumental throne, The Dark Lord (that is, I) was in dark thoughts. And there was something to think about, starting with the artifacts found, ending with the same sacramental questions as a little earlier. So, the reroll artifacts. The gadgets are useful, and some are also reusable, not used by the past owners only for the simple reason that these maniacs dragged themselves from lovingly fashioned mutants and no one wanted to change them even for "prestige classes", like the same angel and demon. I would be happy to receive bonuses instead of Death Magic and Necromancy to Dark Magic and Light Magic from the Fallen or Darkness and Fire from the Lord, notably expanding and strengthening my arsenal, while not losing in spells, only in the effectiveness of some of them ... it was would be fine. If not for the fact that I had no idea how my "servants" would take such a move. Suddenly the binding will fly off, and I suddenly find myself in the very center of the dungeon crammed with raid bosses? Here, no acquired buns will save you, especially since it will take time to master them anyway. And from the point of view of building up combat power, the ability to massively rivet high-ranking undead is very tasty. True, why the hell should I build up this very combat power, I could not say with all my desire. Nevertheless, suppose I leave Nazarick and change my race somewhere where the instant riot of the Guardians of the Tomb will no longer pose an immediate threat to my body, what will it lead to? Yes, to the fact that all these monsters in a week will trample in all directions, cutting out all living things along the way, and in the end it will still lead to the need to fight them. So, if you think sensibly, and not go about emotions, that I'm getting better and better, staying in the form of a lich for some more time would be the most correct decision. But there was still the same question, what should I do here? Ahead, like, the whole Eternity. Even, let's say, if I get a living body and get into an orgy with the same Shalltear, Albedo and a couple of pretty daemonettes ... let's omit the moral aspect that this will be, in fact, seduction of almost babies, combined with their own brainwashing. Well, how much time am I like that in the literal sense of the word? Well a month. Well two. Okay, let's say a year. And then what? I'm really sleeping here. Say what you like, but a person is a social being, and when there are fanatics around you, who perceive any of your gestures as a revelation from above, there is no sociality. Study magic? That would be great - so many new horizons are opening, and besides ... this is Magic! You can't just take it and start taking it for granted. Maybe in twenty years, but not now for sure. Just what and how to study it is not clear. There is mechanical memory in the body (by the way, it's also a question of what will happen to it in the case of a reroll), but understanding how it all works is zero. In fact, I didn't go a single inch from "touch the skill icon - you will get the result". That is, I can turn the steering wheel, but building another car is nothing. And we can only hope that the numerous books of Nazarick will really be filled with something useful, and will not remain just a fiction and an element of decor. Otherwise ... I don't even know, the locals seem to be able to do something from magic too, albeit very primitive from the point of view of the inhabitants of the Great Tomb, but as a basis it will do. This is in case I ended up in the same world where the events of the original story took place, which, by the way, far from a fact. However, everything I have listed in one way or another related to matters of the moment, useful, no doubt, but this is all from the category of improving tools and trimming funds. The question was about goals. And there were still no targets to be seen. Come back home? And what to do there? Archilich or demonic Lord in the ordinary world? Perhaps only to arrange a total exterminatus, so to speak, to give a new meaning to the expression "the specter of communism walks in Europe." I will not lie - the idea is enticing, but also a passable one. Fortunately, thoughts of home led to another idea. If there are at least three worlds, then why not try to find a few more? New places, new knowledge, maybe even new pleasant acquaintances! This already seemed like a global goal. Yes, for its implementation, you will have to get into magic by the very "I can not", and the local situation should be properly scouted - any research and development resources are always devoured as if not into themselves, I do not think that this principle is fundamentally different in magic. And in Nazarick, for all its greatness, the resources are still not infinite, albeit obscenely huge. Yes, yes, this is definitely something close at least to the beginning of the Plan! My enthusiasm was cooled by the usual wave of cold, which blew through my brains and returned them to their place. Which, in turn, raised another question again. Much more unpleasant this time. How did I end up here? And not just "here" geographically, but in general? What kind of entity is this that was able to create an archilich capable of raising armies of the dead, a crowd of demons and other evil spirits with a careless gesture, also of the level of "all living things on the continent - hang yourself", and just a breakthrough of various artifacts, sagging reality itself under the wishlist of its owner? What would she ... he ... might need that? What is all this for? What if the next moment it wants something else, and it just dissolves me into oblivion? A chill went through the body, and the wave of cold that had already begun to irritate calmed the approaching panic. Since this someone has invested so much energy in this "project", it means that he needs it for something. The alternative is that someone is so powerful that this is not any big problem and cost for this creature. In the first case, you don't have to worry. They will look after the investment, and then we will see for ourselves. In the second, we also don't worry. For it is useless. There is also a third option - all this is just a confluence of factors. "The light of the moon was reflected from the gas film of Mercury, the hamsters flew to the North, and thanks to this, the random fluctuation of the Great Chaos embodied the invented story into reality, saturating the information field with its power, and I generally walked by and was attached by the same fluctuation as a subject connected to the information field ". Rave? Of course, but I'm ready to believe in something else. So, we are looking for options for travel to other worlds and along the way we find out what the hell is going on here by itself. Well, that doesn't sound so bad. Now let's decide on the specific steps. And let's paraphrase the classic a bit: reroll or not reroll? That is the question… what the hell is going on by itself. Well, that doesn't sound so bad. Now let's decide on the specific steps. And let's paraphrase the classic a bit: reroll or not reroll? That is the question… what the hell is going on by itself. Well, that doesn't sound so bad. Now let's decide on the specific steps. And let's paraphrase the classic a bit: reroll or not reroll? That is the question…
"Sebas…" "Yes, Lord Momonga? - Sebas Tian ... I mean, Sebastian ... in short, its creator stupidly divided the European name into two parts and pretended that it was something clever. In general, the chief butler managed to return and for a long time already stood as an immovable shadow at the foot of the throne. - What did you manage to find out about the condition of the inhabitants of the ninth and tenth floors? - No missing, sir. All forty-one ordinary maids, sixty-seven guard golems from Clavicle Solomonis, five guardians of the Ashurbanipal Great Library, and all the junior staff confirmed their presence. At the moment, Yuri Alpha is compiling a detailed census of all the inhabitants of the floors, according to your order, the rest of the Pleiades Six Stars unit, together with the keepers of the Great Library, is busy studying the effects the transference could have on their magical and physical powers. - Excellent, - the library keepers, so ... hmm ... They were not in the manga, but someone else's memory immediately suggested the names: Cocceus, Ulpius, Aelius, Fulvius and Aurelius - the names are based on the five emperors of the Roman Empire, all skeletal magicians of level 80. But it was because of them that I went to rummage in the treasury, and not in the library - subconsciously did not want to reveal the purpose of the search to the local monsters. Although, come to think of it, that's a rather strange thought, Momonga's legacy? - Tell me, Sebas, how would you react if I changed my nature? "What are you talking about, Lord Momonga? - the gaze of the elderly man, who is in fact a purebred dragonoid, became intent. - Lichs are not born, as you must know, - I propping my head on my hand, watching the reaction of the butler. - Mortal magicians, thirsty for knowledge and strength, sooner or later face the fact that the time allotted to them by nature is running out. There are many ways to cheat death, but rarely is it possible for the seeker to choose from them. I personally became a lich, and so far it has justified itself, however ... - I pause to find the best words, - there are some drawbacks in being an undead. While I was on my way to power, it was insignificant, but having achieved everything possible and having acquired the power sufficient to turn entire continents to dust, it is rather stupid to feel that you are deprived of the most elementary joys available to any unwashed peasant. Feel the taste of food, the breath of the wind, the warmth of a woman's touch ... I've almost forgotten what it feels like. - If this is your desire, then it is my duty to make every effort to implement it, Sebas solemnly knelt on one knee, putting his right hand to his heart. It turned out to be easier than I thought ... But something does not leave me vague suspicions that these words are true only as long as I remain in the body of the bone head of the guild. - It is not required, - I rise from the throne. - During the existence of Nazarick, I found many ways to ensure my rebirth, the problem here is different ... However, now this conversation does not make sense. Help Yuri Alpha and the rest of the Floor Guardians to carry out my assignments, I will be in Solomon's small chambers. And without waiting for the butler's answer, I moved to the indicated place. that these words are true only as long as I remain in the body of the bone guild leader. - It is not required, - I rise from the throne. - During the existence of Nazarick, I found many ways to ensure my rebirth, the problem here is different ... However, now this conversation does not make sense. Help Yuri Alpha and the rest of the Floor Guardians to carry out my assignments, I will be in Solomon's small chambers. And without waiting for the butler's answer, I moved to the indicated place. that these words are true only as long as I remain in the body of the bone guild leader. - It is not required, - I rise from the throne. - During the existence of Nazarick, I found many ways to ensure my rebirth, the problem here is different ... However, now this conversation does not make sense. Help Yuri Alpha and the rest of the Floor Guardians to carry out my assignments, I will be in Solomon's small chambers. And without waiting for the butler's answer, I moved to the indicated place.
