Chapter 2: I Want it All

Momonga had spent the past several hours in the armory continuing to test the rules of this new world under Narberal's watchful eyes. He had found that unless he had an item that bypassed his class restrictions as a sorcerer he could not wield a sword. He had then used [Create Greater Item] to make a suit of armor he could use which he decided to call The Dark Knight's Armor. He had also noticed that his thought process was significantly faster and that he, unfortunately, couldn't see himself in the mirror. After reviewing his player stats for explanations to his increased intelligence and if he would have to fear the sunlight (thankfully he was completely immune and the night actually made him stronger instead of being the only time he was safe from the sun like a lesser vampire) he headed out to surface without teleporting because he felt the need to familiarize himself with Nazarick's layout. He stopped for a few moments when he overheard Shaltear and Albedo arguing.

"YOU SLOVENLY MOSQUITO!'

"YOU DARE INSULT VAMPIRES? OUR LORD IS A VAMPIRE!

"YOU AND OUR LORD ARE NOTHING ALIKE. HE LOOKS LIKE A MAJESTIC EMBODIMENT OF THE NIGHT IN HIS TRUE FORM! YOU LOOK LIKE A ROTTEN FISH!"

"YOU AREN'T WORTHY OF BEING WITH FATHER BLOOD!"

"YOU AREN'T WORTHY OF BEING CALLED ONE HIS CHILDREN!"

Momonga decided now was good time to teleport and avoid this situation.

Did they have some level of sentience before we came to this new world? Is that how Shaltear knew about the whole Father Blood thing? Or was it just in her settings when Peroroncino designed her? I'll have to look over the NPCs settings when I get the chance.

Momonga floated in the air high above the clouds as he gazed at beautiful sky. His eyes revealed wonders unlike any his old world had. But, thanks to his vampire senses, his nose smelled a faint scent of blood in the air. The beauty of this world masked a reality of conflict and pain.

BluePlanet would lose his mind after seeing this magnificent sky.

He suddenly frowned at the thought his former comrades. Even though the NPCs had come to life and had become his new family, Ainz Ooal Gown was still a hollow shell of its former self. It was certainly a step up from how things had been prior to coming to this new world, but it wasn't enough. He looked out upon the world once more and was suddenly filled with an overwhelming sense of ambition and he could feel the remnants of his humanity slipping away. "Taking over the world might be quite enjoyable." As Momonga spoke these words his cold smile widened like a fissure into an evil grin that revealed every fang in his mouth as his piercing eyes widened changing expression from that of a dignified ruler to a madman. "This entire world shall become Ainz Ooal Gown!" he declared to himself without realizing Demiurge had chosen that moment to catch up with him. "Every being in the universe will know of the planet Ainz Ooal Gown and all of its glory!" Demiurge stared in awe as if he watching history being made as his master continued to rant. "Nazarick will conquer this world. And the next. And then the next! AND THEN THE NEXT!" And with that he let out evil laughter like any self-respecting villain would. After a few moments he finally calmed himself down. "Ah, but I'm getting ahead of myself," he said as turned to see Demiurge's slack jawed expression.

That wasn't like me. I've never dreamed of world domination or ever laughed like some sort of super villain before. The lore about Draculas does say that they are extremely ambitious so that could be the reason my personality has been changing. Still, calling this planet Ainz Ooal Gown is a lot more imaginative than calling it another word for dirt cough cough Earth.

"My lord," Demiurge finally spoke up. With a bow he said "It would be my greatest pleasure to secure this planet for you and make sure its inhabitants know of its glorious name and its rightful ruler." Momonga gave a small smile in response to the demon's devotion.

"One day, Demiurge. One day."

Might as well check how Mare's doing