Lost, are you truly lost?

It takes time for someone to start thinking about life and their choices. One gets to a point in their life and asks, "did I do something wrong along the way here?" In turn, this could lead one to start second-guessing your choices. Those thoughts can lead you down a spiral of negativity and end in doom. Some may ponder that when looking upon the stars of the night sky or the void, in Momonga's case.

Can you call what Momonga sees as a void? For clarity, a Void is an empty space where there's no life or light. His eyes can see the darkness of space, but theirs also lights here and there. Were they stars?

The lack of information leads Momonga to call what he sees as the Void. He left the NPCs to do their own thing, or a better way of saying that he left them all in a stand-by phase. He walked outside of the Tomb to get a better handle of what he observed in the camera feeds from the throne room. Yet that's all he can see as far as his vision lets him.

Looking "out" from the tomb to the emptiness of the Void, Momonga feels fear, the fear of loss. He's no longer on Earth, in Yggdrasil; just where did he end up at? He stands there waiting for something to happen. Why was he brought here as his avatar, With The Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick no less?

A minute passes. Then ten, soon it was a half-hour of constant waiting. Waiting for whatever God or Creator that brought him and his tomb here. Soon after, an hour passes, and yet nothing happens. Momonga looks "up" into the Void with a deep sigh and continues to think until a sound from behind alerts him.

Looking back, he sees it's the NPC Albedo. He stands there for a moment before asking. "What is it?" She replies with a small smile, "My lord, what has brought you here?" Was that a question for him being in the game or here in the spot he stands before her? He gives a thought to how to respond; you'd think after an hour of having an existential crisis, he'd known at least how to react appropriately.

He lets out a small chuckle with another deep sigh coming from God knows where. "I don't know, and truly I don't understand how I'm having this conversation with you." He waits to see how Albedo will react to a phrase like that. Unexpectedly she replies, "In what manner do you not understand? Is it how we of the tomb can reply in kind to your questions or how the tomb is in this location?"

Well, damn, a smart one, are ya? "Both. I don't know how much you recall of Yggdrasil, but this shouldn't have happened to me." He hopes she can understand or say something that could help him understand even a little. With a facial expression that wasn't possible back in Yggdrasil. "For as long as I can remember, you were able to come and go from our home to yours. For the past 45 years, you and the other members of Ainz Ooal Gown came and went. That was until 15 years ago when all members just stopped coming back. From the time we were created, we understood that we were tools meant to be used any way our creator saw fit. Yet, for lack of a better word or phrase, I can say that we felt lost not having anyone to serve. No purpose, if you will. Until we saw that you were still coming back day after day, that gave us sense."

Forty-five years? For a small while, he stood thinking over her response. Games do tend to have sped-up day and night cycles to make it feel as if there was a progression in the game. For Momonga, the game lasted 15 years. For the NPCs, it was closer to 45. "What were your thoughts back then? Not being able to talk to us." He asked.

"For most of us, it was to come up with a reason on why we were built, and we were never given direction on what to do. Yet we follow whatever command we were given. As well, why did they leave? We understood that Yggdrasil wasn't a world your kind could stay in even if they wanted to. We always overheard many saying if they could, they would wish to stay in Yggdrasil for as long as possible." It looked like she was sad at that moment.

"We also knew that the world was ending. No matter what your kind wanted, we would see the end of Yggdrasil. Yet here we are, no Yggdrasil, no members of Ainz Ooal Gown, only you and us. So do with us as you will, for we are your tools to command. In the last 15 years, you stood as our pillar of salvation. Our protector, now it's your turn to find a purpose." With eyes filled with passion, she looked up to Momonga.

To find one's purpose, how can he go about that? For as long as he could remember, he has been a drone or a cog in the great machine they call society. From the day his mother died from overwork, he didn't have a purpose of calling his own. Yggdrasil was his purpose for the last 15 years. It was his happy place.

Now without society to stop him from having a life or the Pkers that would target him and his guild, what would he do? So he stood there thinking about what made him happy. What things can he do, or what was he not allowed to do. Then almost like lighting hitting his head, it came to him. He is free, in all sense. He doesn't have anyone to force him to do anything. He could find a way to travel through this Void and see if he could find a world that he could live in.

He looked back at Albedo and thanked her for her words. He walked back to the guild base to see what tools can he find that would help him traverse the Void. He told Albedo to follow him as they walked to the guild treasury. He had to recall what items should help him find a world or an exit to the Void.

Could a divine class item help him? Or maybe a Relic class should be enough. Then another thought came to him, could the gate spell take him to a new world? It wouldn't hurt to try. He stopped just as he was about to enter the tomb. "Wait a moment, Albedo."

She stood beside him and asked, "Yes, my Lord, what is it?"

"I'm going to try using a Gate Spell to see if that could work here." With a small moment to think of a location, give the spell an area to target as its endpoint. He pictured a world untouched by man's greed—a world where he could still be able to use magic. Then almost as if he could see it in his mind, it appeared.

It was floating in space, and he could see blue, lots of it. That must have been the oceans. There were substantial land masses filled with lush environments. He could tell the people, if there were any, didn't start destroying the ecosystem just yet. It was just what he was looking for: a new place he could call home.

He finished casting the spell with a bit of magic, and a tear in reality appeared. It worked. He could see across the Gate and see a forest just outside it. He was about to walk across it when a thought came to mind, "I need to find a way to disguise myself, I can't walk around as a skeleton."

A moment later, he came up with an idea, should it work, he shouldn't need to worry about walking around. He took out a book from his inventory. It held multiple types of spells which were single-use types. Of course, for Momonga, those types were stocked up just in case he ever required them.

Transmutation-Veil isa spell that allows a user to transform their body into anything else with a slight loss to one's magic pool for as long as the spell is in effect. It doesn't change the race of a person, just the appearance.

He had to pick an appearance that would suit his frame and build. He was close to 7ft, standing at 196 centimeters. He gave himself a western-asian face, with a slightly tan complexion and dark hair. He made himself buff for the hell of it because why not. He didn't want anyone to try and pick on him if he was a mere sickly guy without any muscle. Throw in some battle scars for anyone to tell that he knew his way around the battlefield, which he did.

He equipped his armor, something he had gotten used to ever since winning the last World Tournament. It was full-plate armor that was made from Celestial Prismatic Ore, with a cloak of a similar make. Said to have the same type of material weaved into it. Overall the armor was the same type of color as the Void, some times you could see a sparkle or two if the light was right. For the cloak, it was crimson. Said to embody the battles fought and won by him.

He prepared his twin greatswords resting at his back. He looked at Albedo once more and told her to go back and wait for news if possible. Use the observation console to keep an eye on him just in case he needs any help. With that said, he walked into the Gate.

After walking past the Gate he looked back and saw it disappear. He used a Message-Spell to know if he could still stay in contact with the tomb. He heard the dial tone of a phone ring for a moment until Albedo picked up."Yes, My Lord?'

"Great, it looks like there's no problems getting in contact past the gate. I was just making sure of that. I will be looking around and see what I find in the meantime."

Walking through the forest, he felt at peace. He couldn't do that back home due to the heavy air pollution and always needing a mask just to walk outside his door. Then another sensation hit him. He was able to take a breath and feel it. Feel the air hitting his skin and the air going through his lungs. He could also feel each and every muscle of his body, from the slight twitch of his fingers to his eyelids closing.

The spell worked better than he had thought. In the game, it was just a mere spell to change one's appearance, but here it gave him a body to enjoy life once more. He took another deep breath and continued surveying the forest.

It didn't take long for him to start seeing the forest slowly coming to an end. At that, he felt a slight bit of regret about not being able to explore for a little bit longer. But he needs to find people if possible, maybe a city or a town.

Past the clearing, he saw a dirt road, well-traveled it seemed, so there must be life somewhere. Walking for a little bit longer, he started to see a town, maybe a settlement from the looks of it. With a little bit more enthusiasm that was suited more to a kid than a grown man, he walked forward.

It wasn't long for the people to start to see him. It was a clear path from the forest to the town with no walls restricting one's vision.

From the looks of it, the people were farmers or something akin to that. Soon a middle-aged man came to him. "Greetings, Sir knight. What can this town do for you?" He seemed a little scared from the looks of it. Momonga concluded that having a person from head to toe in full plate armor was an unusual thing. He started by taking off his helmet to ease the older man.

"My apologies. I didn't mean to startle you. My name is Momon. I'm no knight; this suit of armor was a gift for winning a tournament back home." He saw the older man let out a sigh of relief. He continued his introduction. "You can just call me a traveler, for my home is no more." With this, the older man was at ease. They just made small talk for the better part of the time it took to walk to the town's main square.

There he was able to greet the town folk that came to see the tall man in armor. He was able to learn quite a bit from the small talk, from learning the name of the town (Carne) to where in the country it was. It turns out that it was a border town from the Re-Estize kingdom. He learned that there was an empire close by that fielded knights as a part of their standing army.

So there was a reason for the town folk to be cautious. Nearly every year, both countries would go to war near the end of the year. It hurt the Re-Estize kingdom more due to it not having a standing army but needing to use conscripts.

The small talk came to a close when a rushing man from the main pathway of the town came shouting. Knights on horseback were coming close to the village. He heard murmurs of how knights attacked some villages near the border. You could feel the fear in the air.

He soon came to a quick thought. "It's common sense to help those in need." Those words he could still remember back when the world champion saved him. He let out a deep but firm voice that all could hear in the square and the rest of the town. "Gather round by the town chief's house there. I can set up a barrier that can protect all." Soon everyone was at the chief's house. In a short time, he was able to cast multiple barrier-spells and wardens to alert him if anyone got near it.

He stood at the town entrance waiting for whatever knight or madman came to attack the town. It wasn't long. He was able to see the knight contingent coming close, and they soon stopped in their tracks. One knight, maybe the leader, approached. Momon could see the look of confusion on his face.

"Who are you, and where are the people of this town?" He sounded arrogant talking down to Momon from horseback. He let that slide due to having more experience in the war of words back in Yggdrasil. "I'm Momon, a traveler. I overheard the town folk say that there were knights attacking the border towns near here. I can't let you run rampant in my sights if I can help it." He came across as unyielding without fear in the face of knights around him.

"You lowly filth, you will see what disrespecting a knight of the Slane-Baharuth Empire means!" It seems that the knight wasn't from the Baharuth Empire from that slip up to Momon. "HO? Pray-tell, what can a mere knight of your country do to me? Without any warning, the knights dismounted and ran to attack him. It wasn't long before Momon drew his weapons, armed to fight all in his way. Some knights surrounded him, and the rest seemed to attack the town's houses, searching for the people if ones to guess.

He wasn't dismayed from having some knights land hits on him. He let them land hits to ascertain the combat strength of the average knight or warrior of this place. He was disappointed at that. No one showed any skill with the sword or any real combat training. They were just swinging the swords like clubs.

With a deep sigh he ran towards the nearest target and attacked without mercy. Sword going through the knight one movement needed at that. Soon after, more swings and some footwork to dodge attacks, no longer even wanting to let unskilled swordsman land a single hit.

Not as if a hit from a knight would hurt, but he felt disrespected, letting unskilled people attack him believing they had a chance. It wasn't long after that you could see all the knights on the ground dead. He took a short time to gather the money-purses, or whatever seemed important from the knights.

He piled up the corpses of the knights and set them on fire with a simple Fire-Ball Spell. It was at that time, that he was able to hear the cheers from the townsfolk. He looked back to see that they were cheering and waving from a window at the side of the house. How did he miss a big opening like that?

He waved at them to come out that the coast was clear. Once more, the townsfolk cheered. They were safe from the knights that sought to bring harm to their town. The town wanted to have a feast to congratulate their town's hero. It was still early in the day, so they had to wait for a bit to throw one.