Author's Note: Sorry for not responding to reviews in the previous chapter. I totally forgot to. As such, every single review from the last two chapters I will answer (the ones that go in depth). If you don't care about this then scroll down for the story. In an unrelated note, for those might who might be wondering, I won't do any pairings in this story. As for the reason why, I just don't like it. It always seems forced to me. It just doesn't belong in most stories. Another concern is that I might totally butcher it. That's where I currently stand. Of course, I could end up changing my mind at some point but I don't really see that happening. If a good amount of you guys want to see it, I'll give at a go. You gotta give people what they want, right? So, just in case, here's the poll:

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ptl (Chapter 1): Six cannot level up. It is this way because he would become blatantly broken beyond belief if he was able to do so. Also, he is not weak just because of his level. His insanely high physical stats and health along with his Skills make him more than deadly. His only glaring weakness being his lack of magic and knowledge of it. He has no defenses for it. Also, I do agree that Momonga and Six will get along. They're kinda similar if you think about it.

VGblackwing(Chapter 1): Fun fact: I originally intended for Six to be evil and make him something similar to that of an Overboss. Instead, I thought setting him as neutral would make him more flexible to do both good and bad.

Guest (Chapter 1): I've never actually read any other Overlord fanfiction so I wouldn't know about the human protagonist thing. Also, thank you for the praise, stranger.

doomqwer (Chapter 1): Making CZ and Six friends was certainly planned from the start. If there was a single person he could be guaranteed friends with it's for sure her.

Fleece Johnson (Chapter 1): What kind of story between Fallout and Overlord would you have liked to see? I'm genuinely interested in that. No goal in the story is something I intended for sure. It's the journey there that makes it. Not the destination itself. Also, thanks for the compliments.

MerptheNerp (Chapter 1): Six would do more than well in the New World. I certainly won't downplay his abilities in the slightest. He's just as much of a monster as Momonga (even more so if I allowed him to level up even further.)

ptl (Chapter 2): Yep, his S.P.E.C.I.A.L adapted perfectly. His weapons are divine class but he doesn't know that. I plan on making him experiment with magic and create some new, albeit unstable, weapons of mass destruction. For Nazarick's benefit, of course. I also plan on introducing enemies (and maybe people) from Fallout as well. They'll be even deadlier.

UndeadLord22 (Chapter 1 & 2): Six is definitely on or at the very least near Momonga's level. I'm debating on whether I should let him use Martial Arts. Six won't be able to produce magic himself but he'll have others assist him in his testing of it.

The-Grave-Walker (Chapter 2): I intended for magic to be his sole weakness. He is utterly blind and has no idea of what kind of things its capable of. A magic caster like Momonga could easily take an ignorant Six down without question. Making him an Immortal Human is something I thought about as well. I'll definitely do something with the whole race change thing. Thank you for the praise.

"So? Who do you support?"

Six found himself standing in the middle of aisle. He was currently at the clothing store situated in the Ninth Floor. The store itself proudly displayed itself as something high-end. The illuminated white floor stood out from the chocolate brown walls and soft furniture spread throughout the area. A set of specially made items hung behind clear glass. He removed a white collared shirt from the clothes hanger. He swung it over his left shoulder and turned to look at the pig-tailed maid.

"What are you talking about?"

There was no previous context to which he could have come up with an answer for her sudden question.

"Albedo-sama and Shalltear-sama's rivalry~su."

"Rivalry to what?"

"Who Momonga-sama's head wife will be. Here's a hint: It's Albedo-Sama ~su!"

"Oh… that."

He had utterly forgotten about it after Momonga had summoned him. After the overlord had debriefed him on his mission and the restrictions he had placed on the messenger, Courier Six had made an off-hand comment about Albedo being his Queen and if she had a say in this which had gotten an extremely positive reaction from the succubus. So much so that it kinda unnerved him. It was a total 180 from her usual attitude. She was more than in love with that skeleton. She was… borderline obsessed with him.

You're either a lucky or unlucky guy in that scenario. Depends on how you see it.

"Hello? Earth to six~su? You didn't suddenly turn retarded, right~su?"

The Courier snapped back to reality (oh there goes gravity) and blinked a few times. His face clearly exposed since he was missing his helmet.

"No, I'm just thinking."

But you already knew that.

"Look, I couldn't care less. That's up for Momonga to decide."

He turned away from her and focused his attention over to the pants section behind him.

"That's true, but you thought Albedo-sama was his wife."

"Because she kept making googly eyes at him. Not to mention that she stands by his side all the time. It was just an assumption."

He reached the pants and started sifting through many variations, none of which seemed to suit his tastes.

"Must you really try to sway Six to Albedo-sama? I doubt he supports her."

Solution, who was supposed to be helping Lupusregina find an alternate outfit, chimed in.

"Oh? And who are you backing, hm?"

"If you really must know, I believe Shalltear-sama is better suited as the Supreme One's consort."

"Pssh, c'mon Sol-chan, you know you're wrong."

"We have yet to see. Momonga-sama will make the correct choice."

Six noticed that the Wolf Queen had dropped her "~su" and spoke like one normally would.

"I think you side with Shalltear-sama because of your bias."

It was now Narberal who had spoken up, she was a few feet away from Entoma who studied a dress. It was at this point that Six tuned them out. He felt and argument incoming and decided he wanted nothing to do with it.

He sifted through the catalog of pants once more before his eyes landed on something he had missed. Background noise of two women going back and forth went unheard by him as he finally found what he had been looking for. He walked away from the Pleiades who had accompanied him and Lupusregina to the clothes shop and went towards the changing opened the stall's wooden door and revealed an array of disregarded clothing items. The only piece of clothing given any thought was a sleeveless brown and worn duster with the Old World emblazoned on the back.

"If war doesn't change, men must change, and so must their symbols. Even if it is nothing at all, know what you follow." He said aloud in remembrance to his words.

"Why do you… say that?"

Six turned his head and saw CZ standing near him. He then turned his whole body to face her.

"...It's just something a man once said to me."

"...Did he… give you that?"

She didn't point, but her eyes clearly indicated to what she referred to.

"Yeah, he did."

A small smile spread across his face as he entered the stall and tossed the two new pieces of clothing on top of the pile he had discarded in rejection. But he didn't need to search any longer. He had found what he was looking for. Everything else had already been accounted for. He undid the biometric lock on his Pip-Boy and let it fall into his empty hand and placed it on the floor underneath him. Afterwards, he slid off the armored duster and the chestplate along with his gloves and stuffed it into his pants pockets. That left him with the simple shirt that he also took off.

"Oh my… those are… interesting marks."

Six turned to the source of the voice and noticed Yuri begin to approach him and CZ.

"May I ask what they're from?"

Six glanced at the ground for a brief moment of thought before looking the maid in the eyes.

"Would you believe me if I told you that at some point in my life, I lived without my heart, spine, and brain?"

The Vice-captain of the Pleiades narrowed her eyes and readjusted her glasses.

"I do not have to believe. The evidence is right in front of us."

"Woah! Those are some gnarly scars ~su."

Lupusregina's sudden outburst drew everyone else's attention on Six. An action that he suspected was on purpose.

"How did you get 'em, hm? Did somebody take a blade and cut you up for a while? Were you awake during it? Did you cry like a baby? It looks like it really hurt. How did it feel to be so powerless?"

The Wolf Queen's constant happy face diminished for a few brief moments in place of more narrowed eyes and an ominous smile. Six's heart skipped for a moment as a familiar expression present on her face reminded him of another certain red-headed woman.

"Lupusregina! Control yourself!"

It was Yuri who had reproached her. Despite the rebuke, the wolf girl didn't seem the least bit ashamed.

"...It's all good. Anyway…" Six placed his index finger on the huge line starting near his left rib and then traced it to his left shoulder. "This is what they left behind when they removed it - my heart that is."

He chuckled a little bit.

"They called themselves doctors. But the job they did on me proved everything but. Those quacks actually used saws and drills to operate on me - and others too."

"Who's they?"

It was Solution who had asked.

"A group of scientists calling themselves the Think Tank. It consisted of of Dr. Klien, 0, 8, Borous, and Dala."

"Why would they have a need for such parts?"

"Apparently, there was something special when it came to my brain. You see, the doctors, were actually brain bots. I don't know how they did it - even they forgot but, somehow, they were able to continue living beyond the normal age for a human. However, they were still limited to what they could do. As such, they each needed a new host to transfer themselves into. Of course, that included me. Obviously they failed."

"Such vermin. Humans would truly resort to such despicable means simply to increase their lifespans."

It had been Narberal who shared her opinion.

"Did you rectify their existence as scum?"

This too was said by her. Six gave a shake of his head and gave his reasoning as to why.

"I could have. But I decided that they were more useful to the world alive. I convinced them all to stop their research and to focus on technology to help mankind climb out that grave they've been digging."

He locked eyes with Narberal and could tell that she believed he had made an error in his judgement in letting them live.

"You think that was a mistake."

She nodded after hearing his words.

"I guess we'll see…"

Six then turned and showed his back to them. With his thumb, he showed them the disfigurement around his spine. To say it had been botched would be an understatement. It was beyond scarred. It looked as if somebody had taken an everyday kitchen knife and attempted half-assed surgery only to give up in the end and just viciously cut into it over and over again until the spine could be removed.

"Uwah~"

It had been CZ who had let out that noise. Six couldn't quite place the tone of it. It bordered somewhere between pity and disgust.

"...Oh dear... to think you had gone through something so terrible…"

It was Solution who had said this, a sympathetic look on her face. It was a look that Lupusregina, Yuri and Narberal expressed. If he was being honest, he didn't expect them to care at all - seeing as most of them thought of humans as nothing more than toys or roaches.

"There's a positive to everything. Even after… that."

Six couldn't find a word beyond 'torture'. The pain he went through was truly indescribable. If you wanted to know, you had to get on that joyride.

"I got them back, with upgrades."

All of the maids present, save for the automaton and masked spider girl, showed their interest.

"You got stronger?"

It was Entoma who had inquired.

"Yep. Again, I don't know how, but they used some advanced form of tech on all of those parts. I know for a fact I got some metal in my brain that enhances it. Same story for my heart, it's beat is more powerful. That and it got slightly larger. But the biggest benefit went to my spine. It became reinforced with an alloy that somehow granted me a huge boost of strength and durability. All around, it just made me better."

"...Wouldn't that make you… a cyborg?"

CZ's finger landed underneath her chin, her eyes looking to her top left in thought. Six took in her question for a moment before agreeing with her.

"Er, technically, I guess. I'm still more meat than metal."

He slipped on his white collared shirt and began buttoning it up. After he had done so, he rolled up his sleeves and reached over to the sleeveless duster. The Old World flag covered his back after he had slipped it on. He looked at himself in the mirror and stared into his own eyes. He glanced at the scar caused by surgery and the other by the two bullets. He tenderly placed his finger on the mark that Benny had left for a moment before reaching for the cowboy hat hanging off the stall's door. He placed it on and turned to look at the Pleiades who studied him.

"Alright, I'm done… You got your outfit ready?"

He had directed his question to the smiling maid.

"Yup! It's all good to go!"

Six hadn't seen it yet, but he believed her. Why wouldn't he? There was no reason she would lie.

"Alright. I'll clean this up and then head to bed."

Six turned his back to the maids and began scooping up the clothes into his right arm. After doing so, he walked past the women and began setting the clothing back to their original locations.

I'll need all the energy I can get.

"Good morning, Six~"

The man in the duster looked down at the young masked lady in front of him. He had woken up literally seconds ago, without ED-E this time. He had become quite popular among the homunculus maids. He didn't want to ruin the bots fun just so he could watch over him as he slept. As such, ED-E was missing from the room. The Courier had immediately headed straight to his door, backpack in hand. He was already set for today's journey.

"Mornin' Entoma… that for me?"

In her "hands" was an elegant small tray with an appropriately sized coffee cup.

"Yes~ drink up~!"

He gratefully accepted the cup along with the plate and, with his index finger looped through the handle, brought it up to his lips and sent its scalding contents in one motion down into his mouth where he promptly swallowed it all. The burning liquid was nothing to him, but the effects were.

"Woah…!"

It wasn't at all what he was expecting. He immediately awoke to full capacity, as if his morning lull had never existed in the first place. A burst of energy flowed throughout his body upon the contents landing in his stomach.

"I-Is something the matter?"

Entoma bore the tone of someone who believed they had done something wrong.

"Huh? No! Not at al! This is the best coffee I've had in my entire life - as short as its been so far."

He looked at the cup and then back to her. He felt as if he didn't deserve this treatment.

"I appreciate this, but you didn't have to serve me."

"I know. But I was bored. And I recalled that you awake at this time."

The Courier let loose a genuine smile from his face after hearing those words.

"Honesty... I like that. It's the one thing I truly value."

The bug girl slightly cocked her head at his words and let out a "hmm" as she put herself deep in thought. To Six, these words weren't something that should've been quoted. Entoma, however, decided that his comment should be kept in mind.

"Where's Lupusregina?"

Six walked towards the table the Pleiades used to dine and set the two objects down.

"She's getting ready. The others are helping her out."

He nodded to her response and added:

"I'm heading to the Throne Room then. I'll see you later."

He waved at her in a quick motion and turned his back to her and used his other hand to push open the door. Upon exiting and closing it behind himself, he immediately turned right and began his slow walk as he rose his left arm and brought his Pip-Boy close to his face. He went through the usual process of accessing his stored music and scrolled through until he found a song he was in the mood to listen to - Specifically, the one titled: Andrew Sisters & Danny Kaye - Civilization.

The music began and he let himself relax completely before he left Nazarick. He wandered down the gloriously decorated white halls until he stood in front of the large gate-like door that depicted the demon and the angel. The doors opened at the same sloth-like speed by themselves and let the baby-faced man through. Once they had fully opened and revealed the otherside, Six stepped forward and continued to the throne. He was greeted by the usual sight of Momonga sitting in a manner fitting of a supreme ruler along with the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown clutched in his hand. Albedo and a good amount of the Homunculus maids Once he was seven feet away from the skeleton, he slightly tilted his head up and spoke first.

"I'm ready, Momonga."

The Overlord responded with a quick nod.

"Hm. Have you made preparations for food?"

"Yep. I have enough for both of us."

He pointed to his backpack in further confirmation. His "us" obviously referred to the Wolf Queen and himself.

"Ah… I must apologize. I forgot to inform you."

"What do you mean?"

"I've given Lupusregina a Ring of Sustenance. In short, when equipped, this item grants you the ability to go without food, sleep, and drink for several days."

"Really? So she can actually keep up with me? Well, more food for me then."

Six's words implied that he could do without all of those necessities naturally.

"You are already capable of this?"

"Yeah. I've got some serious Endurance."

"That is good to hear."

Momonga stood up from the Throne of Kings and began walking down the steps, his straight and grandiose form on display for all of the denizens to marvel at.

"I will personally see you off. All of you, follow us."

He stopped in front of Six and with a motion of his hands, he suddenly produced a vast mauve void that the Courier quickly recognized as a portal. It was large and wide enough for someone of a humanoid shape to easily walk into it.

To say he was lost when he came to magic would be an understatement. He was utterly ignorant about the idea itself. The only thing able to supplement him with information about it would be magic casters and his own wild imagination. This was one of the reasons he could not let his guard down when it came to these users. He had no clue just how powerful attacks like those could be. He would not underestimate a single person he might come across.

Wordlessly, Momonga stepped through it, with Six following afterwards. A strange feeling came over him for a moment before it vanished entirely. The best he could do to describe it was a sort of tame stunning on of the mind. It was most likely his brain trying its best to ascertain that it had just moved a great distance instantaneously. The only other experience with this was with the crashed satellite that took him to The Big MT.

"This is the First Floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick."

It was The Supreme One who had spoken.

Six looked around himself and began to take in the whole area. What he had been told was correct. This was most certainly the catacombs. Cracked yet somehow sturdy stone housed a good amount of skulls inside of the rock. Curiously enough, the skulls themselves weren't strictly human as evidenced by smaller details such as sharper teeth, unusually large craniums, narrowed jaws and other such things. The area itself had short curved hallways barely illuminated by the burning sconces placed throughout.

Six turned around and watched as Albedo and a few select Homunculus maids emerged from the same portal as well. Albedo seemed unconcerned with her surroundings, yet the maids serving Momonga seemed quite interested in the area they had yet to enter as well. However, they wouldn't have time to explore any further as they had already made their way to both the exit and entrance to the Great Tomb of Nazarick. At the bottom of the perfectly sculpted stone steps stood Shalltear. Alongside her, was Lupusregina who wore a different garb from her usual maid outfit.

Interestingly enough, her new outfit was similarly shaped to that of her original custom outfit. But that's where the similarities ended. This clothing was definitely intended for use in combat if the intricately plated leggings, arms, shoulders, and chest were anything to go by. To hide the animalistic ears usually hidden by her black cap (at least that's what he assumed) she wore a baggy black hood that matched her outfit and allowed her pigtails to rest neatly out from them. On her back laid an object just as ridiculous in size to her scepter. The weapon in question being a double-sided axe matching the armor as well. It looked big enough to crush a Deathclaw's noggin.

"Welcome to the First Floor, Momonga-sama."

"Greetings, Shalltear. Has anything unusual outside the bounds of Nazarick occured?"

The True Vampire shook her head.

"Nothing at the moment."

"Good. Then…" Momonga turned to Six, "Your Pip-Boy."

The Courier let out an "oh, right" as he undid the biometric lock keeping the object on his left arm attached. With his gloved hand, he handed over the Pip-Boy to Momonga who clutched it with his bony hands. Moments later, it disappeared into a small black void.

It was obvious to everyone here as to why he needed to hand over such an item before going outside. If some random stranger were to show up to any village or kingdom with such technology then questions would be asked, bringing unneeded attention to himself when they were supposed to be undercover. The same went for Six's weapons. He had been allowed only to bring melee weapons with one single exception. The revolver known as Lucky. It was only supposed to be used as a last resort when Six needed every advantage he could get. At the moment, the weapons he brought along were Blood-Nap, his Katana, his throwing knives and the Fist of Rawr currently dangling on the opposite hip of where the Katana was.

"This will be back in your possession once you return."

Momonga looked at both Lupusregina and Courier Six.

"I wish you both the best of luck. Serve Nazarick well."

"We will not fail Momonga-sama."

Six said nothing and chose to simply stood there in silence. He tended to lean towards the whole "Actions speak louder than words" expression. He would show his success before saying so.

"Ready whenever you are."

Lupusregina looked at Six for a moment before nodding. Without any words from anyone, Shalltear approached the gate that led to the outside world begging to be explored. A strong ray of sunlight immediately hit the pair standing in front of it, both waiting for it to fully open. Once it did, the man in the duster stepped forward first and confidently, but slowly, went up the stone steps. His duster fluttered slightly upwards as the gentle gust of wind from above managed to sneak its way down the steps. The werewolf behind him followed suit and heard the gates slowly closed behind them both.

Their adventure outside had officially begun.

"Remember, you're Lucy and I'm-"

"Hall~su!"

He nodded at her and turned his head back in front of him as he finally reached the top and revealed himself to the whole world. In a cautious manner, Hall went past the six marbled pillars holding up the roof made up of the same material. Ahead of him lay a wide and long cobblestone path surrounded by a quality of grass that might've as well been extinct back where he came from. His cleaned boots descended down the marble slab and glanced at other pillars holding up destroyed pieces of whatever was once there. He found his target and increased his pace.

A normal green bush. Six stood over it for a moment before he took a knee. With his left hand, he removed his right glove and exposed his skin. He reached out to it and let his hand disappear within the lush shrub and got a feel for it, as if to confirm it was somehow real. After he had experimented with it he stood upright once more and placed his glove back on. He looked above himself and found the rising sun emerging from the east.

So that's north, south, west…

He turned to the appropriate directions as he listed them off. He caught a brief glimpse of Lupusregina looking around in awe as well. It seemed she had no idea what Nazarick looked like outside as well. Unlike him, her fascination was more directed towards the Great Tomb itself rather than the nature around themselves.

"We're going this way - West."

His words shook her out of her thoughts.

"Why that way~su?"

"It's no real reason."

"Hm? What if I wanted to hear it anyway~su?"

She tilted her head, crossed her arms and placed her left index finger near her chin as if in thought. It was a pose meant to derive a feeling of cuteness from Six. It worked.

"...Because the west is where I'm from."

She slightly leaned her head back in understanding and then returned it to her normal position.

"Ahh… You're homesick. That's so sad ~su. Do you think you'll find something from back home?"

Six thought of the memories he had made in New Vegas. The bad moments heavily outweighed the good ones.

"I hope not."

He ended their short conversation there and faced his body to the west and began walking across the plains surrounding Nazarick. Lupusregina followed right behind him with her usual cheery smile.

"Hmm…"

Momonga sat upright in an elegant tall chair no doubt intended for someone of his caliber. In front of him floated a Mirror of Remote Viewing above a long table. On it's live view, Momonga watched intently as Six and Lupusregina went beyond the walls of Nazarick out into the unknown as a group of travels who just so happened to be able to defend themselves. On both of his sides, sat Demiurge and Albedo on their respective chairs. He had asked to accompany him in surveying the two for the sole purpose of getting an opinion from the most intelligent NPC's.

"What is your assessment on Nazarick's first ally, Demiurge?"

The Arch-Devil livened up at the mention of his and focused all of his attention on his master, his jovial and fiendish smile swept along his face.

"To my surprise, Six is quite an intelligent man. Although, I suppose that would be common for all Players, no?"

Momonga nodded his head and allowed the NPC to continue.

"Unfortunately, I cannot discern just how far his abilities go. He carries quite a varied assortment of weapons I have never seen before."

"Ah, you mean his guns."

"Yes, at first, I believed them to function in a manner similar to that of CZ's. However, as he demonstrated yesterday, he fires physical bullets instead of ones based off of ones Magic Points. In truth, I wish to see him use these in a real combat situation so that I may develop a strategy against him should he ever betray Nazarick."

The Overlord turned his head to look at the beautiful woman in the white dress. The succubus' smile seemed to slightly grow in size once Momonga made eye contact with her.

"And what about you, Albedo?"

"I believe it's a huge mistake to underestimate Six."

Her face had suddenly become very serious.

"Oh? You believe him to be a serious threat?"

It was Demiurge who had chimed in.

"...Are you aware that Six's HP goes beyond 500?"

Demiurge absolutely blanched at the ridiculous number suddenly presented before him, his constantly closed eyes quickly opened and revealed the shining diamond-like jewels underneath them.

"That is…! Did you-"

"Momonga-sama determined that he wasn't using any sort of spells to deceive us. In fact, he has no MP to speak of."

Demiurge's shocked expression quickly evaporated and returned to one of relief. The reason being is that it was his master who had already assessed the man's abilities. The Arch-Devil was beyond confident that the Supreme One had everything already settled.

"Truly, everything is in your grasp…"

Huh? What's he mumbling on about?

"Momonga-sama, May I ask what exactly you plan to do with him?"

What I plan to do with Six…

Momonga realized that he had no real end goal with the random Player who had unwillingly arrived in Nazarick. All he was currently preoccupied with was the extent of the NPC's loyalty and the testing of his abilities. Having an ally as powerful as him was something he would try and keep. Though, he had noticed that Six's gratefulness for letting him live in Nazarick was completely genuine. Momonga trusted Six, just not fully. Not as much as his NPC's anyway. And he was still wary of them.

"I plan on making sure his loyalty to Nazarick is unrivaled to anything else. This venture on information gathering is one of many ways to do so…"

Momonga trailed off, he wanted to add something else.

"I have another question for you both."

The Floor Guardians perked up and made sure to listen to their master.

"What are you personal opinions on him?"

Albedo went first.

"I dislike the blatant show of disrespect he presents around you."

Demiurge nodded in agreement.

"Then, I must apologize, this is something I have yet to address… what does the word 'American' mean to you?"

Albedo and Demiurge looked at one another so see if they had anything. They did not.

"I'm afraid we are utterly ignorant to it."

"This is what they call a clash of cultures. You see, from Six's perspective, you are the ones who act strange. He hails from a land where one could spit on your neighbor for even glancing at your direction. Such behavior could be considered normal. Corruption, arrogance, coldness, and bloodthirstiness too all are common traits."

Those are the stereotypes anyway…

"...He exhibits none of those. He is quite open, honest, and straightforward when it comes to those he encounters."

Momonga let out an "Hm" of agreement at Demiurge's words.

"Yet little is known of his past. He seems quite avid on steering conversations away from such topics. Perhaps he is hiding something."

The Overlord nodded to this as well.

"I ask you this: Will there be any complications should I order you to work alongside him?"

"Not at all."

"Certainly not."

Those were the answers from them both.

"Good. Then we are done here. You may both return to your duties."

And with that, Momonga suddenly vanished in a blue hue of light, the Mirror of Remote Viewing going alongside him.

Both the Guardian Overseer and the Seventh Floor Guardian stood up from their seats.

"This is unbelievable! How?! How has this happened?"

The usually calm and elegant woman had turned into one brimming with passionate anger.

"How is he so close to him?! What must I do to earn such a thing?"

In truth, there was another reason as to why Albedo wasn't too fond of Six. It was his closeness to Momonga. That's how she saw it anyway. The armored man was able to get away with calling the man she loved so deeply "Vertebro". He had even made jokes that Momonga found amusing. They were on terms where the Courier could refer to him without the proper respect. Albedo was extremely jealous.

"I believe it is simply how all Players speak to one another. Even if he is human, Six is a being on the same level as our master. Is it really such a surprise?" Demiurge looked towards the ceiling as an idea popped into his head.

"Why not ask him? Six I mean."

"Advice from him…"

She considered the idea for a few seconds before the devil added:

"He sees you as the head wife, no?"

Had Albedo been asked, she would admit that she had forgotten about that. It was only now that she had remembered, but Demiurge didn't seem to catch that.

"Yes, he does."

"So then the chances of him offering advice or even techniques to aid you in your endeavor are quite high."

"..."

"It is something to consider. Until next time."

And with that, Demiurge left the area and left Albedo. She stayed in the room a few more moments before deciding to get back to her duties. She just might ask for assistance…

"Huh?"

A man donning a typical adventurers outfit lowered his empty flask strapped near his chest. He looked behind himself and then at the ground in search of something.

"Something wrong, Henry?"

The man going by that name wore a confused and curious expression on his face. He looked around once again but didn't find what he was looking for.

"My water… it's suddenly gone. I know I had filled my flask earlier. Maybe a leak…?"

He raised the metallic container towards the sky and inspected it for holes. There were none.

"You made us stop for some water?"

Three faces full of exasperation all looked at the man who scratched at his cheek sheepishly underneath them all.

Luen, Varia, and Trent. These were his companions currently inside a mysterious tomb. Luen excelled in archery, Varia serves as the healer, and Trent the simple but powerful fighter. He himself favored the skills pertaining to that of a thief's.

It was Trent who then let out a sigh. His imposing figure slacking somewhat.

"Look, we're only supposed to get a taste of the area and report back. You won't need it anyway. E-Rantel is a few miles from here. You'll be fine."

"Yeah, I know, but it's still weird…"

Luen shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Whatever, let's just get a move on. There's gold waiting to be plundered."

Behind him, Varia silently moved forward, mumbling prayers to whatever god she believed in. Trent gave Henry a quick tilt of his head that let him know to follow the muscular man. The thief felt a faint sense of warning lurking somewhere in the back of his brain, but his imagination as to how much treasure they could acquire here made him discard it.

A linear path was all they could follow. The brown dusted stone and lit torches illuminated their path as they made their way deeper into whatever kind of lair this way. They encountered no foes along the way. They didn't expect it to remain this way.

"What's that smell?"

It was Varia who had spoken up.

"Hm? I don't smell anything…"

"It's coming from you."

Luen's face began to redden.

"Wha - I bathed before coming here!"

Trent sniffed the air.

"You're right. It smells like…"

Henry finished it for him.

"Rotting meat?"

Realization flashed all over the archer's face. He reached into one of his pouches and withdrew and seriously rotted piece of flesh that once belonged to whatever animal it had once been. Green, slimy, and utterly foul in smell. Luen couldn't help but pinch his nose and extended it further away from himself. His comrades did the same.

"Damn, it stinks!"

"Why are you carrying that around?"

"I don't like carrying rotting stuff for fun, y'know. It's supposed to be a ration. It wasn't like this before."

Varia scrunched up her face and took a step back.

"Whatever it is, please get rid of it. It's very distracting."

Luen pitched the rotting flesh behind the team and continued further down. It was here that they encountered their first door. Without anyone needing him to do so, Henry went ahead of them all and began studying the object. After a few seconds of doing so, he deemed the door safe and pressed against it and tried to get it open. It didn't budge. Instead, the sound of cogs spinning and rusted stone grating against each other sounded off.

The team looked behind themselves and watched as a group of undead, Seven shambling beings stepped forward into the light. Gurgling moans echoed throughout the hall as they all lurched from where they had emerged. Without any delay but in a very slow manner, they all dragged themselves forward towards the group standing near the door.

Without a doubt, these were zombies.

Wordlessly they all got into a formation Varia and Leun in the back, Trent and Henry in front of them.

"Who wants to handle this?"

It was Henry who had spoken up. To them, these monsters aren't anything special. A competent adventurer could've taken them out easy.

"I'll do it. I've been wanting to blow of steam anyhow."

It was Trent who had come forward.

The first zombie to perish was a heavily gutted pale bald man barely managing to raise the weapon in his hand. With one simple swing, it's head immediately became separated from its body, instantly ending its life. This was a fate shared by the rest of its allies. In under a minute, Trent hacked, slashed, and smashed the zombies into pulp with ease. It was a one-sided fight.

"My hopes have drastically decreased."

Luen spoke up and placed the arrow he had nocked into his bow back into its container.

"Yeah," Metal grating the keyhole of the door reached everyone's ears. "We probably overestimated this place, but, hey, we'll still make a profit."

The once locked door clicked. Henry put one of his lockpicks away and pushed open the door.

"There. After you."

He watched his companions nod in approval and set forth deeper into the tomb. He went through and closed the door, disappearing from sight and leaving the corpses behind.

Glances, stares, and envious looks all came charging their way at both Lucy and Hall. It had taken them about fifteen minutes to find the first signs of civilization after they had left Nazarick. Currently they were in the middle of a city called E-Rantel. The only reason Six knew this was because of the conversations he was hearing around him. Some of them were whispers and low voices talking about the two newcomers that stood out heavily from the crowd in the fortress city. Of course, Six heard it all but pretended not to be able to. He was listening for anything resembling common information he could bring back for Nazarick. He was letting his luck do all the work. And so far, it seemed to be going on the right track.

That and pickpocketing.

Yep. He was straight up stealing from folks. His maxed out sneak and pickpocketing made it a walk in the park. Though, he didn't take copious amounts that would lead to someone calling for local law enforcement. No no. Instead, he took a single gold coin from every person that just so happened to get near him. If one were to somehow notice the single gold coin that had mysteriously gone missing, what would they do? Most would assume they had accidentally misplaced it and think nothing of it. And even if they reported it, the guards wouldn't care about a lone coin gone rogue. There were more important things out there.

21 Gold Coins-

An elderly woman walked past Six. One swift move from his nimble fingers and she became another victim to the pickpocket.

22 Gold Coins. Sorry, old lady.

"-Then what? This is the third group you've sent out!"

Six focused all of his attention to a distant voice blended among over many other conversations. He had suddenly stopped his casual stroll and stopped next to a stand selling varying amounts of flowers. He genuinely leaned in and took in the sweet aroma pleasantly leaking from the petals containing the essential oils. If it wasn't for the warm weather, he wouldn't be able to experience this. With everything else tuned out around him, he listened to the rest of the conversation occurring to his right in a shaded alley.

"Then we get someone better."

"Like who, huh?! Who else?!"

The one demanding an answer seemed pissed off to say the least.

"If this keeps up, we will be losing more than we want to make. We have yet to profit."

"Look, relax, they were just rookie workers. Cheap and expendable. What I paid them was pocket change. It was nothing."

"Yeah but how much longer until people start to notice that the local workers are going missing? It's even more apparent since they are barely any in this city."

"Alright, alright. One more and then I'll end it. I'll here some actual competent people."

"You mean Blue Roses?"

"I was thinking Red Drop."

"Why them?"

"They're slightly more expensive but-"

And here's where I come in. Lady Luck is on my side.

Six drew a single gold coin and got the employee's attention with a simple greeting. He pointed to the set of red flowers next to the yellow ones. The man grabbed the one Six wanted and waited for him to give him the money. Before the Courier could hand it to him, the object suddenly slipped from his hands and went for the floor. As it flipped through the air, it managed to land on its edge and begin rolling in a seemingly random direction.

"Could you wait?"

Six asked the man but didn't give him a chance to actually answer the question. It was rhetorical anyway. He walked away and went Lupusregina then took Six's place and began chatting up the florist while her companion went to retrieve his gold coin. It wasn't a difficult task. Any man would want the attention of a beauty like her.

The two men arguing with one another went silent as the sound of a rolling object collided against a broken down bucket, the impact loud enough for the two to stop bickering. They stopped talking for a moment and focused on what was ahead of them. Not the coin, but the man who had emerged from behind the wall that led out into the open.

He stood slightly above the average height of a man. His baby-faced features fought against the scars on the sides of his head. An unknown gauntlet hung from his right hip and a katana on the opposite side. His exposed forearms showed that he had in fact seen his share of scuffles. On his legs, throwing knives stayed strapped and glinted for a moment as the sun struck it. He kept a sheathed dagger on the opposite leg of where the throwing weapons.

"Oh, there you are…"

His casual and friendly-toned voice quickly detracted from his somewhat intimidating look. He approached his lost coin and took a knee and reached out for it. He made contact with it and scooped it off the floor. He stood back up and began to make his way out to the streets. That was until…

"Hey, you, with the katana!"

Six stopped his walk and turned back around and came face to face with the men before him. The more confident looking of the two was the one who had addressed him.

"Yeah?"

"What the hell are you doing?"

The other man barely managed to whisper to the first. The self-assured man ignored his partner.

"You an Adventurer?"

"Nope. Worker."

The man's eyes brightened at the mention of this word.

Not to slow but not too fast of a response. Six had made a split decision at this moment. Under any other circumstances, he would have thought that the term 'Adventurer' suited him better than 'Worker'. However, in this world, the two had different official meanings for them. In short, a Worker was basically the same as an Adventurer except that they aren't bound to any rules placed by guilds. Which is what Six preferred. He liked doing things his own way and to have someone hounding him all the time wasn't something he wanted. That's what he had gathered from conversations and the guild he had passed by. He was pretty Lucky.

"Why do you ask?"

"I'm… We're looking to hire you of course."

"Hm. I'm interested. And you guys are…?"

He wagged his finger between the two guys in front of him. The man placed a hand on his chest and said:

"I am Ferdinas."

He then indicated towards the other man next to him.

"This is Amadeius."

Six nodded along in understanding. The two dudes in front of him he could not mistake for anything else for the shady type. Strangely enough, they wore clothes similar to that of a noble he had passed by the moment he had entered E-Rantel. Unlike that higher up, the ones in front of him look dirtied and less well kept. Either these guys had recently wrestled one another, stole the clothes, or used to be higher up on the chain. He made a note of this.

"I'm Hall. So, what's this job you're talking about?"

Ferdinas stroked his deep brown hair for a moment before letting his hand hang.

"It is a simple matter really."

Those words let Six know that it was anything but.

"Not too long ago, my partner and I learned the existence of an underground tomb cleverly sealed within the earth..."

The man trailed off and turned to look at Amadeius. It was obvious that there was a lot more that they hadn't told the Worker before them.

"Before we go on, we need to make sure we have a… a safety net. Allow me to be utterly frank with you. We have sent many workers to simply scour the entrance and test the lair… They have yet to return. And I doubt they ever will."

"That sounds scary ~su."

The two men nearly jumped at the sudden voice.

From where Six had originally emerged, a brown-skinned woman clad in steeled-skirted armor. Even in the darkened alley one could not mistake her for anyone else they could have encountered. Her beauty was out of this world. Her twin braids flowed out from under the hood that concealed the rest of her reddened hair. The dainty smile and bright amber eyes would lure and distract any man that it laid eyes upon.

"Oh, I forgot about you…"

Ferdinas and Amedeius could not believe what they had just heard. I forgot about you. Who in the world could respond to an absolute ray of light like her? Was the man before them both completely insane?

"That's so mean! But look what I got ~su."

Lupusregina presented a bouquet of roses wrapped in a white covering to everyone currently present.

"Those aren't the ones I asked for."

"I know, but the guy selling them gave these to me for free. Said that it matched the color of my hair ~su."

"Well, anyway, this is Lucy - my partner."

"Hello! Nice to meet you ~su."

Lucy waved hello cheerfully at the two men who were trying to piece together the relationship between the two. Six nodded his head at her and turned it back to the two men.

"How many workers have you sent so far?"

Six already knew the answer to that, but he had to ask to pretend as if he hadn't been eavesdropping.

"Three so far. Like I said, they have not returned."

"How long has it been since the last group?"

"More than four days."

"Hmm… what do you need for this safety net?"

"Five gold coins."

"Alright, sounds good."

The men couldn't help but seem surprised at the quick acceptance from him.

"What? C'mon, do I look like I don't have money?"

There was truth to Six's words. There he stood in expensive and rarely seen clothing. Of course, that hardly mattered since his weapons were of the highest caliber. The one that drew the most attention was the weaponized gauntlet on his hip. Indeed, one would be quite foolish to deduce that he was somehow poor. And they hadn't even started on his companion.

"What you say is true. Alright. Then let's discuss our shares should you find treasures."

[Barter 100/85]

"Fifty-fifty."

Ferdinas gave Six a scrutinizing glare. The amount he had just asked for was way too damn high. He may be going in there and fighting monsters, but he wasn't the one who had spent a good amount of gold in hiring laborers to dig up the site on the first place. Many people they had hired perished the moment they unearthed the entrance. Normal people couldn't handle monsters even the most basic adventurers had an easy time with. He would never settle for such an agreement.

"Too high. Ninety to ten."

[Barter 100/90]

"Pfft. Seventy to thirty"

"Mmm… Eighty to twenty."

[Barter 100/100]

"Seventy-five to twenty-five. Accept that or don't hire me. Final offer."

"...That's acceptable. I agree to your terms."

Ferdinas extended his arm and opened his hand. Six imitated the gesture and gripped his hand. They shook on it.

"Then let's get down to business. First…"

An excruciatingly loud scraping of stone bounced off the forest trees, making it sound as if it had come from every direction. Lupusregina watched as the cleverly concealed gate-like slab of grassy stone was lifted and forced away the rectangular patch of ground. With a little effort on his part, Six finally shoved and exposed the beaten stairs that led to the underground lair.

The surprisingly light slab - at least to Six - kicked up dirt and even cut up some grass that suddenly fluttered into the sky from the pressure. He leaned forward and looked inside the dimly lit area.

"Hey, Lucy."

Lupusregina let out an "Hm?", her smile never wavering.

"You ever explored something like this before?"

"Nope. I'm totally clueless ~su."

"Then watch out for surprises. Pits, flying arrows, falling objects, hidden areas, and so on. Watch out for pressure plates, deceptively thin trip wire, holes in walls-"

The maid without the uniform giggled.

"...Things like that..."

"You familiar with holes in walls?"

"...I refuse to comment."

With a shake of his head, he turned his back to her and began his descent down the stairs. He didn't tell Lupusregina to follow or to stay. He just went without looking back. With a knowing smile, she followed him down a few seconds later.

Despite there being two people, only a single set of footsteps echoed throughout the narrow spiraling cobblestone stairs. Behind him, Six could feel Lupusregina's stare but resisted the urge to turn his head and steal a glance at her. As far as he knew, it wasn't a "I'm totally gonna kill this guy" kind of look. It was more of "I could do something bad" kind.

He didn't know why an aura of mischievous flowed out like a bad wound, but he certainly wouldn't let his guard down.

"Hey, Six…"

"Yeah?" He turned to look at her, his downward descent not slowing.

And that's when it happened, Lupusregina leaned forward and used her freakish unlady-like strength to shove him. Six, however, refused to show any kind of emotion in front of her and instead gave her a stony uncaring face as he fell forward, no doubt about to tumble down. It would not end there. The Courier whipped around mid-fall and reached out towards her left arm and latched onto it. She certainly wasn't expecting that.

With them both losing balance they tumbled down and caused a ruckus. While they fell, Six could hear the sound of plates shifting underneath him and objects flying past above him and thunking onto walls. They fell for about ten seconds before they came near the bottom.

When they arrived, Six was the first to stop and quickly recover by extending his hands and rolling along the ground. He turned around and watched as the fiendish woman came rolling down as well. But unlike him, she didn't have full control of her fall and stumbled as she too reached the base and landed on her bottom. Sitting there for a moment before blinking twice in awe, Six's gloved open hand hovered in front of her face.

"You're not hurt are you?"

"Nope! It was like falling on a bed ~su."

Lupusregina accepted Six's hand and used it to get herself back on her own to feet.

"I wasn't referring to that. I meant that."

He pointed behind her and let her see the arrows, scorched walls, and scratch marks caused by whatever bladed weapons had sprung forth. After she had taken a good gander at what she and him had activated as they fell, she turned back around to face Six and placed her left hand above her left eye and closed the other.

"No arrows up your ass? None of your braids a few inches shorter?"

She looked down at her two pigtails. They were still in perfect condition. Then she felt around her bum. No other words left her mouth.

"Also, may I suggest you cut that elementary-school-shit pranks right the fuck out? Thanks."

Six was trying his hardest not to get upset. He liked to think of himself as an amicable kind of guy, but the chick before him wasn't taking this mission seriously in the slightest. And that upset him. There was a time and a place for fooling around. This wasn't it. And so, with a small amount of annoyance he turned around and continued forward into the dungeon.

A few seconds passed before Lupusregina followed behind him. It took them no more than five paces down the path before they encountered their very first gate-like door. Six approached it and immediately began carefully surveying it. Strangely enough, there wasn't anything resembling a keyhole or something of that nature.

"Is there anything wrong with that door?"

"There isn't a lock… no way in hell this was overlooked. Which raises the question: Why did they - whoever built this place - include it in the first place? It's unnecessary if anyone could waltz on through. Unless…"

Six turned away from the object and walked past Lupusregina. He placed his gloved hand along the wall and slowly dragged it against the dusty surface. It wasn't until he detected the tiniest of bumps on an otherwise smoothly crafted wall. Six went on the opposite side and performed the same procedure there as well. Just like the others before it, there was a slight discrepancy.

"Try to open the door." Six said as he brandished Blood-Nap.

Clearly speaking to her, Lupusregina did as she asked and turned the decrepit old knob and attempted to push open the door only to find it become stuck in place. Afterwards, the sound of mechanisms at work and stone rasping away.

Now revealed to him, Six came face to face with a rotting corpse. But unlike the ones he had seen randomly strewn about the wasteland, these were fully animated and appeared to be somehow alive despite the many fatal wounds currently present. This corpse - a man - in particular had balding hair on the verge of falling off should a strong enough breeze hit him. His only eye and unhinged gaping mouth hung off of him like a peeled banana.

The zombie didn't get a chance to even raise his weapon before Six dashed forward and horizontally slashed through the entirety of the bone and meat. It died instantly as its lopped head fell to the floor.

That's what would have happened had it not been for Six. He caught the falling head its brain case and turned around to face the other approaching undead. This one had gone through quite a gutting. He shambled and raised his double-bladed axe.

"Don't get ahead of yourself."

Six stepped forward and reeled back his arm. In one mighty swing, he completely obliterated not only the head in his hand but also the opposing side's as well. Chunks of aged flesh, fractured bones and skin exploded, leaving a Bloody Mess behind.

As the body in front of Six stumbled for a moment before falling backwards, he could hear the noise of someone getting cut up. The fighting to his left, where other enemies had no doubt emerged, sounded awfully one-sided. He stepped over the body and exited the hidden tiny room before finding Lupusregina radiating her usual smile. Strangely enough, he found the huge weapon on her back still latched there. Instead of wielding that, he found her exposed hands now equipped with very sharp looking fingernails. Upon seeing Six she silently retracted them and gave him a thumbs up.

"Too easy! Let's keep going ~su."

The Courier looked behind her and at the bodies now resembling something closer to mincemeat. He nodded in response and turned his back to her. He approached the door and turned the knob to push it open. It worked. He stepped on through and let the door go. It began closing before Lupusregina extended her arm and forced it to stop. Six wasn't exactly a gentleman.

"Great…"

The well-deserved and sarcastic tone had come from the only male in the current vicinity. In front of him lay four different bodies and four branching paths. Three males and one female. That's what it looked like to him.

"Eugh… it stinks!"

The bodies…? But I don't smell anything. Oh, I keep forgetting she's actually a werewolf so that sense in particular is superior to my own.

Lupusregina took a few steps away from Six and pinched her nose.

"It's coming from you."

Her nasally accusation was only further enhanced as she pointed her finger at him.

"...I don't smell anything…"

What could he possibly have that could flow such a stench that made the Wolf Queen cringe in disgust? His immediate assumption was himself, but he knew had he taken a damned good bath prior to coming here. He shouldn't be smelling such a way at the moment…

Could it be…

Without a word, Six let the backpack slip from him and gently land to the floor. He undid the strap and moved away the tight flap containing his wasteland food. The beyond foul odor hit him like a tidal wave. Despite the malignant and utterly putrid food now turned into waste, all he could utter was:

"Woah."

And then:

"...Sonuvabitch. These were all my rations!"

He put a palm on his forehead. All the things in the bag had survived a nuke, an apocalyptic wasteland, bullets and explosions. Out of all the ways they would have finally succumbed to their own deaths, an exploration into a tomb would be at the bottom of that list. These things were made to last, not to be eaten lavishly. Tactical Food is what Six liked to call them.

He let out a sigh.

"I'm going to take a shot in the dark and say some form of magic did this. If I'm right, then it wouldn't be the first time I've gotten a lucky guess."

His eyes landed on the bodies near him and the maid currently out of uniform. With a closed fist, the werewolf bent her arm and brought it up and down in an exaggerated and distressed motion a good number of times as she said:

"Get rid of it already! It stinks so bad! ...I'm going to actually throw up..."

Lupusregina appeared to be turning somewhat pale. It was due to the fact that almost subtle smell had grown into such an intensity that it affected her even more so, to the point of where the scenario of her emptying her lunch in front of him would most likely happen.

Six stared at her for a few moments before she said:

"What?"

He shook his head and responded with:

"Nothing."

It's just the first time I've actually seen you do something genuinely cute. Unlike all those other moments where you forced it.

Six closed the flap and sealed it once more and suppressed the negative smell threatening to fully expose itself once more. He was sure that the entirety of this bag was now compromised. Smell wise. As such, he grabbed it by one hand and approached the door. He opened it and with an underhanded toss, launched it towards the twice dead bodies and left it there. He turned back around and shut the door once more.

"There. Don't throw up or you'll have two smells to worry about."

He walked past his companion and approached the dead bodies that had gone more than a little pale. He took a knee and began his inspection. Although it was unnecessary, he pressed two of his fingers - his index and tall - over the carotid artery to check for a pulse. Nothing.

He was well aware that they were in fact dead, but so were the enemies that had faced more than a minute ago. But then again, if the heart beat even in death then blood should've squirted out from the gaping wounds those undead had. In all honesty, he was just looking for something to scientifically explain something he had trouble accepting. That something being magic. From his perspective, it was something beyond the realm of his reality. These were the last ditch attempts to try and neglect magic. He knew that it wouldn't get anywhere.

Six suddenly felt like he was being watched. And not by his partner. He didn't know why, but his instinct told him to lay his eyes on the man's weapon a few inches away from the corpse.

Next thing he knew, the blade suddenly lifted itself upwards. At a frightening speed it came careening towards him and barely missed Six who titled his head just in time to avoid it. Unfortunately for him, that had been a distraction. The "dead" man in front of him had suddenly come to life. But it wasn't just him, his comrades had risen from the floor and focused their attention on the intruders before them.

An arm wrapped around his right leg made him lose balance as its surprising strength caused him to trip backwards and fall. Before he could try and assess the situation the undead lunged forward and attempted to take a bite out of the mailman. Six reacted in time and socked him in the jaw. Normally, that would've simply stunned any enemy in his way. Instead, the man's entire head exploded in a gloriously gruesome display of marrow and meat. Of course, he died (again) instantly.

Surprised by his own strength, he barely managed to notice the other rotting corpse taking aim at him with a bow. In a split second he clutched the body currently slumped atop of him and brought it up as a shield. It did its job and took an arrow on it's back. Still laying on the floor, Six reached for one of his throwing knives and raised it. He aimed and pitched it towards the undead archer. With supernatural accuracy, the tip of the weapon struck the middle of the bowstring, rendering it utterly useless to the one wielding it.

After it had done so, Six got up onto his feet and launched the body towards the archer who couldn't move away fast enough from the soaring body. It crashed right on top of the enemy and restricted him. The last thing the undead saw was Six's form briskly making his way towards him. The Courier raised his foot and brought it down on the incapicatated enemy and crushed his head like it was an egg. He turned back around and watched as Lupusregina finished off the fourth enemy with a simple swipe of her clawed nails towards the neck. It immediately lost all control and slumped near another corpse that the maid had no doubt made into two separate pieces.

"Do we really have to do this? It's no fun ~su."

"You'll find your fun at some point I'm sure. Just to clarify, we're only doing this for the coin. It's not meant for us but for your lord."

"Huh? But Momonga-sama already has a lot in Nazarick - he could buy the world with that monstrous amount."

"Have you actually seen Nazarick's money?"

She shook her head.

"I have. And it's noticeably different to the New World's."

Six reached into his pouch filled with a decent amount of gold coins. He drew one out and showed it to her.

"Engraved on this side is a man's face. On the other is something resembling a sort of winged creature."

He then drew another gold coin from a different pouch. Unlike the one before it, this one appeared cleaner and weighed more than the other coin. This in particular definitely surprised her. It was because of what it implied. The only way Six could have obtained a single YGGDRASIL coin was with a Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown. Which meant that Momonga gave it to him to use. To those who originated from Nazarick, receiving such an item is the highest honor possible. She glanced at both of his hands but found no such item on his person.

"This is from Nazarick. If you hold it in your hand, you can tell it's a lot heavier than the other one right here."

He waved the New World coin and stuffed it back into the appropriate pouch.

"If Momonga used Nazarick's currency, it would without a doubt let people know that something was up - to say the least."

He put away the object and said:

"But that's obvious… oh, I almost forgot about you."

Six brushed off the pieces of flesh clinging to his duster and turned to look at the sword that had previously lunged at him. He found in wiggling and trembling in an attempt to tree and free itself from the wall it had accidentally embedded itself into.

"...I'll give you credit, I never expected a flying sword to try and cut me. You nearly gave me a haircut."

Upon hearing the man's words, the animated sword began to desperately try and free itself. Whether this was so it could attack or out of fear for its life they wouldn't know. Six grabbed the blade's steel handle and, in a quick motion, snapped the weapon in two. His Perception told him that he had just killed the object.

Six looked beyond Lupusregina and looked at the paths available to him. He was sure that no matter what he chose, there would be a special surprise for him waiting for him.

"Maybe there's a way to tell? Some sort of indication that... oh whatever. Fuck it. This way."

He had chosen randomly. He turned and began making his way to the one furthest on the left. He continued onward until he had noticed that the woman behind him wasn't following him at all. Turning back around, he noticed that she had spaced out. She was deep in thought about something. What it was, he wouldn't know.

"Hello? Wolf Queen?"

Six exaggerated his movements to catch her attention. The maid blinked once and came back to reality.

"Sorry, I was thinking about something."

She closed her eyes, smiled and scratched the back of her head.

"Just get that thumb out of your ass. C'mon."

And with that he went back to what he was previously doing and cast a new shadow along the hallway wide enough for two people.

Deathly Silence was all one could discern from the eerily large and pitch black area known as the Mummy Lord's sarcophagus. If one with night vision could see, at the center of the room stood a ceremoniously large coffin housing a corpse within. Around it were unfinished wooden and steel beams. At some point during this place's construction, buildings were intended to be here. It was obvious that such a thing didn't reach completion. Established throughout the enclosed stone casket was a weary maze with many dead ends and many more traps. A barely audible moan in the quiet sounded more resounding. It was later accompanied by a painfully slow grind of metal and stone as the lid of the sarcophagus came off. Moments later, a single red dot illuminated within the darkness.

Intruders are in his tomb. And they needed to disappear.