A/N Here is the second chapter. Sorry for the re-upload, but I realized I forgot to edit it. Enjoy

Nicodemus picked up the Testament of the Supreme from the table and walked back to his fireside chair. He was lucky to belong to a fairly wealthy family, and he had access to many books that weren't available at public libraries, such as this copy of the testament supposedly read by Ancient One. He sat down with the book on his lap, and pulled out the crimson silk bookmark. Nicodemus opened to Momonga: 12, Musings. The fire was burning low, so he leaned over and slid a new log in. He began reading.

"And he said, 'Is it not right that loyalty be rewarded with loyalty? Should not the faithful enjoy the fruits of that faith? On this day, I do declare that all ye who do give me their hearts shall receive mine in return. Serve and thee shall be rewarded.' They were amazed, and proclaimed that Momonga was the one true king, and that he shall reign evermore."

Nicodemus put down his book. Was that a knock? He walked over to the door, and looked out. As soon as he saw what was on the other side of the door, he felt it's fearsome aura. A Death Knight! Nicodemus hurriedly opened the door, and bowed in the face of one of the servants of his Patron.

"Hello, honored Death Knight. May I ask why you are at my door?"

The Death Knight didn't move for a second, and it merely cocked its head. Then, a gravelly and hoarse voice echoed forth from its cavernous chest.

"You are to arrive in the Great Tomb of Nazarick today at 2:00."

Nicodemus stumbled backwards a step, nearly falling at the shock of the words. To be invited to the realm of the gods! That mythical place… Did Lord Sebas put in a kind word for me after all? Or could Lord Momonga have sensed my loyalty and devotion? He gulped, and steadied himself.

"I am beyond honored at this invitation, and I will certainly arrive on time. May I ask, how will I arrive at the Great Tomb? The location of it is unknown."

"This Death Knight..."

The Death Knight gestured to itself. It seemed to be moving as if controlled. Indeed, that was probably the case, as it was very unusual for a Death Knight to speak.

"...Shall accompany you."

Nicodemus nodded. I haven't been this excited for anything since my 10th birthday. After a second of silence, the Death Knight turned and lurched away. Once it was gone, Nicodemus sagged against the wooden door. He had assumed he was being watched by whoever was controlling the undead, and he had made sure to keep a perfect posture. However, once the conversation was over, he had to let himself relax. Incredible… What a stroke of good fortune! Thank you, Lord Momonga. Nicodemus walked unsteadily back into his house, and collapsed back into his comfortable chair. He picked up the Testament, only to put it down again. Nicodemus was too excited to read.

He sat there for nearly an hour, countless possibilities running through his head of what might happen. He imagined what it might be like to see Momonga personally. So caught up was he in his daydreams that the two hours passed in a whirl. Before he knew it, there was another knock at the door. He jerked out, and ran to the door, and looked through the peephole.

It was the Death Knight. Oh no! I was so caught up in my foolish daydreams, I forgot to get ready! He quickly ran over to his mirror, and examined himself. He wore a suit of the kind popularized by Sebas, black and white with a gold monocle. He looked like a dignified gentleman of the upper classes.

Furiously brushing off wrinkles from his suit, he opened the door.

The Death Knight cocked its head and looked at him.

"Nicodemus. Please follow this Death Knight."

Nicodemus nodded, and strode after it as it marched down the street. He received envious looks from passerby. Death Knights never took anyone anywhere; if you commited a crime, you were immediately dealt with. Therefore, traveling with one meant that a someone from Nazarick had taken a personal interest in you. Only the Guardians and the Supreme Beings commanded the Death Knights, so it was quite an honor.

He smiled smugly at one of his old rivals, Aristodemus, who was seething from the side of the road. Both of them were from House Demus, so they had jockeyed for position when they were younger. Nicodemus had become a scholar and a mage in the end, and the House had gone to Aristodemus, something that had gnawed at him for years. That old goat, I bet he is about to eat his own hat.

The Death Knight suddenly ground to a halt. If not for his quick reflexes, Nicodemus would have slammed into him. Despite the holiness of the Death Knight, he did not particularly want to touch it. Don't think that.

In front of the Death Knight, a [Gate] suddenly drew itself into existence. In the presence of a spell of the fabled 10th tier, the very earth seemed to shudder. The amount of mana imbued in it alone, was more than Nicodemus could ever possess. The spell was not particularly potent, but it had a sense of weight and power that caused awe. Indeed, the watching spectators gave a gasp, and edged closer to it, as if to touch it.

The Death Knight walked right through without hesitation, disappearing from reality as if he had never existed. Nicodemus also walked forward, but he was not as unflinching as the undead. I can't believe I'm actually walking through a [Gate]. This day keeps getting better.

He stepped into the gate, and all went black. When the blackness faded, he was standing in front of two massive doors. They stretched nearly 50 feet into the air, and were richly carved. One had the image of an angel so pure, Nicodemus felt his heart melt. The other had a demon of such blackness that he flinched away. So this is the Great Tomb… The very air thrummed with energy and power. Everything around him, from the tiles on the floor, to a brazier nearby were so perfectly carved, a master mason would have committed suicide rather than try to replicate the work.

He checked his watch. 1:30. Only 30 more minutes. Nicodemus looked around. The room was truly massive, however, the only place to sit he could find was the stairs. He walked over to the them, and sat.

"Sit lower down. The stairs have divots made for sitting near the bottom."

"Hmm? Who's there?"

He looked down towards the bottom of the stairs. There was a human sprawling elegantly across the stairs, his long legs almost straight. He was wearing elegant golden armor, with a crimson cloak. On his blond head, a crown rested.

"Who are you, sir? A servant of the Great Tomb?"

"In a way. I am Jircniv, the ruler of the western quarter of the Sorcerer Kingdom."

The name was instantly recognizable, belonging to one of the most admired humans in the entire Kingdom. The man had served Momonga for nearly five decades, and was said to be favorite human. But, isn't he almost 75? This man looks barely 20.

"If I may ask, sir, isn't the Bloody Emperor an old man? I have never seen his image, but he's been in service for over fifty years, no?"

The man laughed. Nicodemus felt an aura blossom from him, stronger than what a human should possess. It didn't feel powerful enough for him to be from Nazarick, however.

"Indeed, I am 76. I only look so young because of the blessings of His Majesty. In return for my faithful service, I am faster, stronger, more intelligent, and longer lived than any other human. Lord Momonga has said I shall live as long as I want without aging a day, so long as my loyal service continue."

Nicodemus was very impressed. He had heard the man had been a capable supporter, but he must have done more than Nicodemus had realized to be rewarded so richly.

"How long have you served the Supreme Beings?"

"Well, as I'm sure you know, nearly 5 decades. 5 decades of loyal and rewarding service."

"It is an honor to meet such an esteemed person as yourself."

Jircniv smiled faintly as Nicodemus continued. Nicodemus was struck by his dignity and poise. He is truly fit to rule his quarter of the Kingdom.

"You must know Lord Momonga better than any other human living."

"Perhaps. I think Master Momon may have known him better. Would you like to hear about him?"

"If my lord wouldn't mind, I would be honored to hear about his personality."

Jircniv laughed.

"No man knows his personality. Though, there was one moment when I felt like I knew him as well as a man may know another man. One moment where his inscrutable being was swept aside to reveal his motivations. Are you interested?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Very well."

Jircniv cleared his throat and began telling a story.

"A long time ago, before your birth, Lord Momonga was known as Ainz Ooal Gown. As you know, that is the name of the Guild of the Supreme Beings. He called himself that because he was the last of them. He was all that remained of his guild. As the only Supreme Being, Lord Momonga was lonely. It was this loneliness that caused him, on one especially windy and cold day, to make a wish. He used the magic that only the Supreme Beings possess to summon the other Supreme Beings to this world.

However, they were only husks- lifeless statues. They were without a soul, for magic, even that of a Supreme Being, cannot give a soul. Driven to desperation, Ainz sought out the Platinum Dragon Lord, one of his advisors of that time. He asked the proud dragon to give them their souls back with Wild Magic. The dragon agreed, but at a price. He asked to be given power, the power that Lord Momonga possessed.

Tsaindorcus Vaison went to Nazarick, where the 40 bodies were arrayed in the Grand Hall, and he gave each of them their soul, pulling them from the Metaphysical Realm with a grand ritual. In return, Ainz gave him power. However, he was angered at the falseness of his advisor, so he gave a different gift than the dragon expected. He gave him great strength in the form of prodigious negative energy. Ainz blasted the once- proud dragon with enough negative energy to raise an army. When the dust and lightning cleared, only animated bones stood where once the Platinum Dragon Lord had profaned the ground. This dragon is Lord Momonga faithful mount."

Jircniv paused, and drank a pitcher of water he pulled from thin air. Nicodemus's brow creased as he tried to trace the action, but he couldn't. Jircniv continued talking.

"This legend gives us a glimpse of what may be Lord Momonga's most human quality. For all of his fathomless intelligence and power, he is still driven by loyalty to his servants and friends. Keep that in mind when you meet with him."

"W-what? I'm meeting with Lord Momonga himself? It isn't possible!"

Jircniv gave a dry chuckle and leaned back on the stairs again.

"I'm afraid so. Have fun, my new friend."

Behind the former Bloody Emperor, the carven angel and devil shuddered. Slowly, the massive doors creaked open.

Nicodemus quickly climbed to the top of the stairs. The doors opened enough that they had about ten feet between them. However, they were still barely angled open. It was only that the doors were so massive that even such a small angle opened up a vast entrance. He gasped as he joined the small number of humans to ever bear witness to the holiest of holy places.

The birthplace of a religion spanning a continent. The home of the most powerful beings to ever grace the planet. The culmination of ten thousand years of work. He turned around slowly, head turned upwards. A row of flags leading down the hall. Columns of pure white marble stretching to ridiculous heights. A bright chandelier dominated the room, shedding light on everything around it. Inside it, shapes spun and swam, casting swift moving shadows across the floor.

His gaze was persistently drawn down the room towards the far wall, towards a jagged and obsidian throne almost forty feet high. Sitting on that throne was a being of such darkness, the whole room seemed to darken in his presence. Roiling shadows danced at his sides, and crimson fires burnt in an ebony skull framed by a halo of shadow. In his bony hand was a golden staff made of intertwining snakes with gems in their mouths.

A throne of that size would dwarf any mortal king, but the chair seemed made for the King of Death. Despite its massive size, it seemed shaped around him, and it suited him perfectly.

Lined down the sides of the aisle were two rows of of skeletons wearing in golden armor. They each held a long lance which had a crimson pendant fluttering from the end of it. Gentle trumpets blew as Nicodemus was ushered into the room by two skeletons.

He walked forward until he was at the bottom of the Throne, and he kneeled. A dulcet and seductive voice echoed forth, instantly arousing him. The voice wasn't magical, but something about its combined elements was incredibly sexy.

"You stand in the presence of his Supreme Majesty, Overlord of Life and Death, Master of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, and Leader of the Supreme Beings."

Nicodemus swallowed. He found it hard to believe that he had been relaxing in his home this morning, and was now kneeling before the Supreme Master of the known world. He dared to look up at that stern and dominant visage, and nearly fainted. An oppressive force was pressing on Nicodemus's shoulders, pushing him into the ground, flattening him and deadening his spirits.

Touch Me's aura had lifted his spirits and filled him with a desire to do justice. Momonga's aura felt like staring into the abyss, and having it stare back, only to find you disappointing. Any sane man would have prefered Touch Me's aura, but there was something truly fitting about Momonga's. This is what the Master of Death should be like. Beyond belief

Nicodemus realized that the silence had become oppressive, and he forced himself to look up again. The sight of the beautiful succubus standing demurely next to Momonga caused his heart to race, and he was momentarily distracted. Then, he felt Momonga aura flare with a tinge of anger, and quickly moved his gaze back to the Supreme Being.

"Lord Momonga, forgive me! I was so overcome by your presence that I forgot myself. My n-excuse me."

His voice was warbling and weak, so he took a moment to clear his throat and start again.

"My name is Nicodemus Archleone, of the House of Demus. You summoned me this morning, your Eternal Majesty?"

Momonga gazed at him for a second. He met those blazing eyes, and he felt his whole soul be measured and turned around in the eyes of the Master of Death. In the eyes of the Supreme, he knew his soul must look worthless.

"Ah yes, Nicodemus. I have called you here to personally arrange for compensation."

"Compensation, my lord? For what?"

"You had a brother by the name of 'Antorademus,' correct?"

Nicodemus felt a sense of foreboding at the use of the word 'had.'

"Yes, my lord. Has anything happened to him?"

The Supreme Overlord reached a hand into the air. It disappeared in a similar manner to how Jircniv had done moments earlier. However, the motion was infinitely more graceful and commanding than the human ruler's had been. When the hand reappeared, it was holding a piece of paper. Momonga inclined his head a small bit, and spoke in a flat tone.

"Your brother was killed in combat during exploration in the north. If his body is recovered, he will be resurrected. However, as the first adventurer death in nearly a decade, it is my duty to personally make recompense. You may ask for a sum of money, favor, or anything within reason that you desire."

Can it be? Have my prayers been answered? Nicodemus's head spun. He felt some sadness at the death of his brother, but the death felt too abstract to hold much shock. In any case, for all of his zeal, he was a practical man. He was not one to turn a chance like this aside.

"My lord, I have desired nothing but to serve at your side my entire life."

He noticed a look somewhat similar to respect enter the face of Albedo, and she relaxed her tightly clenched fingers a small amount.

"Therefore, it is my wish that you allow me to serve in the human regiment as an officer during the attack."

"I assume you mean the punitive force we will be assembling to deal with whatever killed your brother?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Then, know this. The human legions are made up of the strongest humans, many of which have been modified by our experiments. They are stronger, faster, and smarter than normal humans. Are you confident in your ability to match them?"

"Yes, my lord. I am a spellcaster of the fifth tier."

"Very well then. You will be middle in strength in the regiment, so you will have to prove yourself in other ways to gain their respect. Do not use my name to command their obedience."

Nicodemus struggled to understand the motivation behind that last statement until it suddenly clicked. He wants me to make my own way forward, and not rely on him. Truly, he is merciful beyond belief! ...I better answer before I get carried away.

"Yes my lord. I will grind myself into dust in order to serve you properly!"

If he didn't know better, Nicodemus would have sworn that Momonga had winced.

Momonga watched the human leave. The man looked quite shaky on his feet, so he mentally commanded a skeleton to support him on the way out. Once he was out the door, Momonga turned to face Albedo.

"Albedo, what's next on the schedule?"

"I believe you have a meeting with Jircniv in ten minutes. He has wished to receive a few thousand skeleton laborers. Additionally, he has a progress report on the Gateway that we asked him to construct."

"Very well, send him in."

Half a minute later, Jircniv walked in, full of his usual poise and confidence. Momonga still remembered the endless plots Jircniv had attempted before eventually accepting the inevitable. Since that day, he had been showered in gifts, and become one of Momonga favorite servants, ranking almost as high as a Guardian.

He had been so impressed with his service he had gifted him control of both the area of what was once the Baharuth Empire, and the Argland Council State.

"Hello, Jircniv."

"Your Majesty."

Jircniv sketched an elegant bow, brushing the floor with a hand as he dipped low.

"What is the news from your quarter?"

Momonga and Jircniv had had a similar conversation so many times that the interaction was practically scripted.

"Lord Momonga, I have a progress report on the state of the Gateway that Lord Punitto Moe instructed me to build. It is nearly complete, however, I will need additional workers to complete it within the specified time."

"You already have nearly 2,000 of my personal summons and almost a hundred dwarves. Isn't that sufficient?"

"The energy that we are binding into the Gateway is unpredictable. The dwarves have been slow to complete a few binding circles, and there was an issue where some runes combusted due to interference from enchantments. As a result, progress has been set back considerably. Additionally, the city has run dry on our marble mine, so we are forced to create it with magic. While the summoned stone is better, there is less of it and it takes more time to gather."

"Very well. In light of these developments, I shall send some assistance. Will 200 skeletons and 10 Elder Liches do?"

"Yes, Lord Momonga. Are you capable of summoning that many, or will you draw from the City Guard?"

Momonga noticed Albedo cast a slightly angry look at Jircniv for his doubt that Momonga could achieve this feat.

"My beloved will be doing this on his own, of course. He is capable of anything!"

Come on, Albedo! I would have prefered to take them from the Guard…

"As she said, I shall be summoning them myself."

I'll use [Master of Death], I think. I haven't tested it properly as I only got it last week, but it should work with the proper requirements. The Supreme Beings occasionally gained spells and skills as the people worshipped them. Because of Momonga's wish, they became closer to what the people believed they were the Supreme Being of. The people believed Momonga to be the Master of Death Incarnate, so he had gained a number of spells which gave him greater control over the undead.

Master of Death drastically increased the amount of undead levels he could summon, and he could summon 3 level 100 summons a day at the cost of HP. It was a very useful spell because it didn't require XP, a far more valuable commodity than easily regenerated HP.

"Is that all?"

"Yes, Lord Momonga. Oh, actually, I have a question."

"Yes?"

"Recently, you announced plans to make a new road from Temperance to Garnet."

Technically, the cities were Temperance City and Garnet City, but most people simply left out the city when speaking informally.

"That would significantly affect the trade in my quarter, so I was wondering when it would be completed."

"Ah, that. It will eventually be seen to, but the Gateway project is more important. If all goes well, we shall build more Gateways, allowing instant travel between the 42 cities. That is better than a road, correct?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. I will look forward to that, then."

Momonga nodded, and inclined his head respectfully as Jircniv bowed once more and let himself out. Beside him, Albedo turned to face him.

"Lord Momonga, that is all for today."

She rolled his name in her mouth as she said it. He still remembered when she had confessed she had always disliked the name of Ainz, much preferring Momonga.

"Thank you, Albedo. You have been very helpful today."

Albedo blushed, and met his gaze with her yellow eyes. As the eye contact continued, her pupils dilated. Momonga hurriedly looked away before things got weird, glancing at the rich carpet of the Throne Room. Just then, a bird appeared before Momonga in a burst of petals and a fruity smell. It was made of a barklike material, and had large leaves for wings. On its pigeon-like head, two antennae made of flowers sprouted upwards. Despite the insect-like wings and antennae, it still looked very birdlike in head and body. On its head, a small circlet of black wood with a ruby set in it rested.

The bird came to a stop in front of Momonga, and descended to the floor. Once its long legs were touching the floor, it spread its wings, and bowed. It spoke in a deep voice ill-suited for its small body.

"Lord Momonga! This one is the Lord of the Woods, Xenephyr, a summon of Lord Punitto Moe. He has sent me to inform you that he requires your presence in-"

It pulled a piece of paper out of its feathers and squinted at it.

"Momonga City. What should I tell him?"

"Don't bother. I will [Message] him. Why did he send you instead of [Messaging] me personally?"

"Lord Momonga, the project he is working on has curious properties that forbid all but three specific spells in its radius. Regretfully, [Message] is not one of them."

"Can I contact him without issue if the spell comes from my end?"

"I am not sure, my lord. I would advise simply traveling to Momonga City yourself to avoid the possibility of disaster."

Momonga inclined his head, and the summon took his cue, disappearing in a cloud of petals. Momonga turned towards Albedo.

"Do you have any duties, or would you like to accompany me to my city?"

Momonga valued Albedo's advice, but it wasn't worth it to take her with him on business visits as she would overreact to all perceived slights to Momonga, while calling everything around her an insect. However, when he had told Tabula what he had done to her settings, Tabula had only forgiven him on the condition that he name Albedo as head wife. After all, Shalltear has Peroroncino. Oh boy…

Momonga was duty-bound as her husband to take her with him when he traveled.

"My beloved, I would never choose my duties over even standing in your presence."

"Very well, then. Let's go."

Momonga waved a hand, and a [Gate] sprung into existence in front of him. Once the spell was fully cast, he stepped through it. He came out the other side standing on an ornate stone plinth. Albedo came out seconds later, and quickly stepped down from the platform, electing to stand on the ground next to him in her proper place.

The platform he was standing on was in the city square. On either side of it, the platforms for his guildmates stood. Tigris Euphrates had suggested that, when they teleport, they come out on special places to add to the air of descending to the mortal realm and so forth. The hardcore roleplayers had quickly latched onto the idea, and Momonga had made it a guild practice according to their wishes.

His platform was literally made of hundreds of skulls and bones cunningly fitted together. It looked like it was crafted by Demiurge, but Momonga was, in fact, the builder. He had modeled it after the one Demiurge made, and then copied it 40 times using the Customize menus in the Metaphysical realm. Each of the 40 was in a separate city for Momonga to teleport to, and the original one made by Demiurge was in E-Rantel, the only city to retain its name.

Demiurge had been incredibly pleased.

All around him, people started crying out and lowering their heads, much to Albedo's pleasure. The succubus had seen it thousands of times, but he knew she never stopped enjoying seeing people grovel before her lord. Once all of the people were kneeling in prayer and subservience, Momonga reined in his aura, and descended from the plinth.

As he stepped to the ground, everyone dropped to their knees and waited in mute silence. Momonga could feel the looks of awe directed his way, and hear fervent prayers echoing from numb lips. Arms were trembling and sweat shone on the skin of those who were in the square.

He walked up to a goblin who was kneeling, and silently cast [Identify]. Name: Rahjek. Race: Goblin. Class: Warrior Lord. Allegiance: 41 Supreme Beings, Enri Emmot. Momonga stopped moving in front of the quivering goblin warrior. It must be one of those summoned goblins Enri has.

"Rahjek."

Momonga knew from his long decades of ruling that none of the inhabitants of the New World knew about the [Identify] spell. Therefore, he was free to seem as though he knew the names of all his subjects, and other things about them which would have been private. It definitely affected the goblin, who looked up with his mouth open, in shock that the Supreme One himself knew his name.

"Please direct me to Punitto Moe."

The goblin didn't move, so shocked was it that it was singled out and personally addressed. Momonga sighed internally. Sometimes, he regretted the status he and his friends had. Next to him, Albedo stepped forward, swinging her halberd threateningly.

"Goblin! You have been given the honor of being personally addressed by the Most Supreme. Continue to disrespect him, and it will mean your life!"

Momonga stepped forward, and placed a hand on the goblins shoulder. He would rather not correct somebody as legendary to the citizens as Albedo in public, so he choose to simply appear gentle to put the trembling goblin at ease. He asked again in a calm voice.

"Rahjek, where is Punitto Moe."

Behind him, he heard Albedo's halberd whistling as it was swung through the air threateningly.

"P-pardon me, milord! Yer just so… powerful! This one regrets to say he can't direct you to Lord Punitto Moe-"

The goblin shrieked as Albedo's halberd buried itself in the pavement, causing cracks to spread underneath the goblin. Momonga could see that none of this was helping the goblin, and he racked his brain for a way to diffuse the situation. Luckily, the goblin continued talking after sending a worried look at Albedo.

"However, this one does know where Lord Punitto Moe is. He's always 'conducting experiments' in the forest. He spends most of his time there, milord."

Ah, good. If he is in his usual spot, it can't be anything that bad. Momonga eyed the goblin for a second, considering a reward gift. The goblin squirmed under his scrutiny, dropping a head and nearly burying himself, he bowed so low to the ground. Momonga made a decision.

"Thank you, Rahjek. As a reward for your help, you may have this."

Momonga reached into his inventory and pulled out a random trash item. It was Bunny Ears. Oh god, how embarrassing. I better say something wise to cover for this.

"Ahem, you will need this in the future. Keep them with you. You will, ah, know when the time comes."

"Th-thank you, my lord! I will never forget your generosity!"

The goblin immediately put on the ears.

"Incredible… I can hear everything. Truly, the treasures of the Supreme Beings are beyond belief!"

He, and all watching, seemed completely unaware of how ridiculous he looked. Momonga sighed internally, and moved on. The ascetic sense of the New World is so strange. I'm glad the others feel this way, and it wasn't just me.

Ten minutes later, he was in the Great Forest of Tob. In front of him, was a neatly paved road. Lanterns were in rows on the sides of the road, and there was sign in front.

"No magic - Highly volatile enchantments in area. Hmm."

Albedo put on her armor. Despite being in the middle of friendly territory, she would not let Momonga go undefended when he was weakest.

"Thank you, Albedo. Let's go."

The two of them walked for nearly three minutes before they came upon a section of the forest which was cleared. In front of them, rows of farms spread into the distance, growing in perfect lines. Everything had the distinct air of having been planned extensively. Strange, plantlike creatures tended to them. The creatures were partially made of mist, and partially made of a plant. These must be the Branchwraiths Punitto Moe was talking about. Apparently, they help the plants in some way.

As they watched, one of the Branchwraiths walked by with a bundle of plants on its shoulder. It walked over to a large hole in the side of a nearby building, and threw the plants in. Seconds later, a small bag of coins came out of the other side of the building, adding to a growing pile.

Momonga heard Albedo move aside behind him, and felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around, and regarded the being behind him. A mass of shifting plants coiled and writhed under a white priestly robe, and a gnarled root clutched a staff.

"Hello, Punitto Moe."

"Momonga, it's good to see you. May I ask why you are here?"

"Didn't you send a summon to ask for my presence?"

"Ah yes, I did. My apologies. In any case, I wanted to show you my project."

"Please do."

Punitto Moe walked over to the building. He gave off the air of a pleased kid, who had made a drawing he was especially proud of.

"I ran tests to find which had the most efficient XP gain, and it was farming. So I decided to make the best farm. This whole area has hundreds of carefully overlaying AoE enchantments which drastically increase growth speed, which allows me to farm enough to feed half the kingdom in 20 acres. Currently, we are putting the plants into an Exchange Box, and taking money for summons and building in the Metaphysical Realm."

"That's very impressive, but surely that isn't the only reason you called me here."

"Hush."

Albedo bristled imperceptibly.

"As I was saying, we get gold. However, we also get XP from the farming. It was a chore to funnel it all into [Avarice and Generosity], but I managed. The computer programmer in me made me work till I got it. As to why I called you here, I received word that some of the northern villages were raided and destroyed."

"That happens occasionally. After all, there are still some rogue Demihumans."

"I thought the same, but apparently, these villages had a defense force of 5 Death Knights each. That, coupled with the recent deaths of an adventurer team in the area has caused me some worry. Better to stamp out the root quickly."

"I agree. In that case, I will arrange a meeting, and we will devise a plan to destroy the issue."

Momonga had no doubt in his mind that all would be resolved without issue.

That's all for this time. Hope you enjoyed! Also, let me know if you think the chapters are too long. Leave a review if there are any questions, or interesting ideas. Cya-!