Title: Here we go.
Alt Title: From dystopia to heaven
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Another Pilot that's been left in my documents for too long.
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Yes I am still using dots to separate because I still can't figure out how to use spaces. FFN likes squishing my paragraphs together when it's empty.
Anyway. New fic!
Overlord is one of my favorite animes. And here's a fic to represent that.
Can't wait to make continuity errors on this one!
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Disclaimer: I don't own Worm or any other characters in this work, other than my OC. All other characters belong to their respective properties.
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-Year 2138, Ainz Ooal Gown Guild Hall-
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James "Zamaina" Petrosky POV
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Walking through the decadent halls of the guild's ninth floor. Not decadent in the sense that they are ugly or decaying. But in the sense that they are, lonely, nostalgic. They bring memories of days past. When we were building the ninth floor.
The arguing over colors. Tabula Smarigdina's insistence on detail. Guy's got OCD I swear. Ulbert's complaints of it not being the right ambience. Whatever the hell that's supposed to mean. Ankoro's meticulous planning of the layout. Making it easy for us to navigate. But a veritable maze for intruders.
Not that they ever got this far.
I walk past a few of the maids. Each one designed personally by, aaah! Who was it? Whitebrim!
Heard he's a popular mangaka now. Good for him. He deserves success.
As I pass the gold metaled pillars of the halls. I stop at one and stare into the reflective surface. Appreciating the ray tracing technology that allows this. Though, in this century ray tracing is standard even for indie VR games.
Truth is, I'm not from this time. I'm from the twenty first century. Twenty twenty three to be exact. One day I fell asleep and then, woke up in the body of a five year old in eastern Europe. Thought it was a dream at first.
Several weeks of life later dispelled that belief.
I was born lucky. To a higher up corporation family. And I was sent here to Japan to "Build connections."
That's short hand for me being put in an arranged marriage. Neither of us loved the other. And we basically had an unspoken agreement of, you do your thing, I do mine. Don't cause a scandal.
Which I stuck to. And she didn't. Had a kid with another man. Higher status than me. She was hoping to get him to take responsibility and all that. Basically buy her off with various offerings of cash and holdings, but he used his connections to wash his hands of the affair while she caught all of the slander.
My family actually praised me for it all. She lost everything in the divorce for infidelity. And my family publicly pitied me. While privately patting me on the back for gaining her family's assets without tying me down to her. Freeing me up for another arranged marriage. One where we're "courting each other."
My mother just told me to, 'Be a good son of the family. And if you can, get her to cheat on you like you did with the last one.'
I hate this life. Before in my life before this one, I was struggling to make ends meet. Starving myself to pay the rent. But at least I was living on my own terms. Here? I'm a fucking puppet.
I was on the verge of downing a bottle of pills to escape it all and jump to the next life.
Then, Yggdrasil came out. And I had hope! One that wasn't unfounded.
My family lets me play the VRMMORPG. After all, video gaming is a, niche, hobby. Seen in the same light as chess or gardening was back in twenty twenty three. What with it being over a hundred and fifty years old at this point.
So yeah. I joined the player base with a burning hope. Choosing a werewolf because why not. It's one of the more human looking heteromorphic races. Only getting inhuman the more levels you put into your racial class. You can tone it back down of course and go back to looking ninety something percent human. At the cost of locking ninety something percent of your race traits. Lowering your level in exchange for the subterfuge. A risky play as it takes a full minute to shift back. So for me, I'd be stuck as a level sixty. At which point a level one hundred player can just one shot me at any time. And I have a full minute before I regain those levels.
Needless to say, I never used it.
I wasn't one of the original nine Touch Me lead. Rather I was the twenty third to join. Just after they became Ainz Ooal Gown and before they captured the great tomb.
Enough backstory. It's making me depressed.
I stare into my reflection. The electric blue eyes. The black furred flat face with blue lightning tribal marks made into my fur. A result of my secret race class Raiju. Got it for being a lycanthrope specializing in electricity based job classes. Almost makes me look like an emo Zeraora in the face. Mixes well with my secret job class of Raijin. Which I got for not taking any job classes that specialize in another element other than storm related ones.
I can look more wolf like. Elongated face and all. I have a 'Blood Moon Form' where I lose all my MP, my spells are locked, and all my bonuses from my gear are locked. In exchange, it takes all of those bonuses and converts them to physical damage, magical defense, and physical defense. Downside is it takes a minute to activate. And has a twenty four hour cooldown.
I'm wearing my divine set of gear. It makes me look like a sort of, regal hunter. Like a king of the woodlands. Functional and yet ornate. Fenrir's mantle, a flowing cape made from Fenrir's hide. The Hainu's Cuirass. A special leather chest plate with intricate stitchwork that grants me unlimited flight and a once a day reset to all of my abilities. Not applicable on super tiered spells of course. My Claws of Decay, a top tier drop from Jormungandr. Every melee strike has a ten percent chance to apply the poison debuff, nine percent for the paralysis debuff, eight percent for bleeding, seven percent for, I'm rambling.
But hey, I take pride in it. This entire ensemble took five years of grinding, crafting, and loot farming.
I look away from the image of my avatar and continue down the hall. Today is the final day of Yggdrasil. And I'm praying that my memories are not failing me, and that this is an isekai situation I'm walking into.
If not. Well, I still have those pills.
I come across the Pleiades and Sebas. All at attention and standing before the guild meeting room.
"The Pleiades." I say regally as I regard the group. "As steadfast and dutiful as ever. Even in the face of Ragnarok."
I've made a habit of speaking in this manner while in game. It's honestly rather fun. To just melt into the role you play. Mine being that of trickster gods grandchild who managed to ascend to godhood themselves.
I pass them and open the meeting rooms doors.
"Two years?" Herohero says to Momonga. "Has it re- Oh! Hey Zama, you're on too?" He says as he regards me.
"Never truly left." I say as I pace to my seat. "Though I will say, it's good to hear from you again. I trust you're in good health?"
"As good as I can hope for, I suppose." He says tiredly. "Speaking of, I should probably head out. I got work in a few hours. So yeah."
"Don't let us keep you." Momonga says.
"No, Herohero." I interject. "It's been so long. Please, stay, we can catch up." I suggest, knowing he'd be far more happy in the new world than in this one.
"Maybe some other time." He says with a wave.
"I'll literally pay you." I offer.
"I'm not a charity case." He says offended. "Good night."
His avatar dissipates in sparkles of light as he logs out. Never to be seen again.
"At least let me explain." I say under my breath.
"It's fine." Momonga gentle voice rings out. "I'm sure we'll meet up sometime in the future, eventually."
"You wanted him to stay longer just as much as I did." I say in a matter of fact tone.
We sit in silence for a bit. Just, reminiscing and contemplating.
"You know Zama, I always admired that about you." Momonga says.
"What's that?" I ask questioningly.
"You're never afraid to speak your mind." Momonga says. "You let others know what you think. Never talk behind others back. You're up front and honest."
"Where's this coming from Momonga?" I ask. It sounds like he's giving the confessions of a dying man.
Not that what he's saying isn't true. I can't be honest IRL. So being honest with others here is, liberating.
"This, this is likely the last time we'll see each other." He says sadly. "Just, didn't want there to be anything left unsaid."
We're silent for a bit longer. The gravity of the shutdown weighing on us both. Even if I have the vague hope of the new world. There's still a chance it'll just. Not be.
"C'mon." I say and stand up. "We've got an hour left. And I don't believe either of us have been in the throne room in ages. It'll be as good a place as any to be when it all ends."
"I, suppose you're right." Momonga says as he stands with me.
As I pace the around the table. Walking towards the guild weapon.
"Well?" I ask.
"Well what?" He asks back.
"Take it." I say.
"Are, are you sure?" He asks unsurely as he walks to stand beside me. "It's the most valuable thing we ever made. And it's only supposed to be used-"
"Let's put it to a vote." I cut him off. "As the subject of the vote you'll be made to refrain. All in favor of Momonga wielding the item that was hand crafted and tailored for him, raise a hand."
I raise my hand.
"There, it's unanimous." I say.
"I suppose it is." He laughs with a shake of his head.
He takes the golden staff the entire guild spent countless hours on. Hell, I got the red and blue orbs. The red one took me, Ulbert, Tabula, Ankoro, Peroronchino, Flatfoot and Wish III three weeks of farming Surtr alone.
The blue? I don't wanna talk about it. Let's just it was a hard counter to my build and that I died three times before I got taken off the raid.
We march out to the halls. The rest going as it did in the anime. Where we all found ourselves.
"Take your seat my liege." I say with a bow.
"Of course." He says and makes his way over. "So many memories." He says as he looks to the flags.
"Treasures more precious than gold or any gem." I agree.
It's true. While my hope in joining the guild and playing religiously for twelve years was to join the new world. That doesn't mean all that time was just, a means to an end. No, I truly do treasure this place. You'd have to be a sociopath to not grow attached to something after so much time and dedication.
"I couldn't have said it better myself." Momonga said.
"Hey, is that Albedo?" I ask and gesture to the NPC. "Didn't Tabula make her?"
"He did." Momonga confirms. "I never did check her settings."
"Bet you five thousand yen her bio's at the word cap." I say jovially.
"That's a fools bet, and you know it." Momonga shoots back just as up beat.
He checks her settings and sure enough.
"Dear god. Tabula how much time did you spend on this?"
"We both know the answer to that." I say plainly.
That guy really does have undiagnosed OCD. He just refuses to admit it.
"You're kidding." Momonga's avatar slumps slightly.
"What is it?" I ask, though I already know the answer.
"The very last bit. 'Also, she is a bitch."
Funny thing is. Bitch has a different meaning here in Japan. In the west it means someone who is generally rude and unpleasant. Here it means someone who is very sexually active.
Which makes more sense when you think about the words actual meaning.
"Probably to fill out the word count." I say.
He stares at the setting for a bit. Lost in thought.
"Just go for it." I say while crossing my arms.
"Hwat what do you mean?" He stumbles verbally.
"Change it, it's clearly bothering you. Besides, it's the final hours. So long as the word count is the same I doubt Tabula would care at all."
"You're probably right." He says and takes the staff to change it.
"Okay, She Is madly in love with Momonga!" He says with a self depreciative laugh.
Japanese characters. Remember that. While the sentence is longer in English, it's not longer in Japanese.
"Eh, why not change it to Deeply instead of Madly?" I ask. "Madly makes me think yandere."
I say that because I don't want to experience yandere Albedo and her possible scheming. She's way smarter than I am and I don't want to catch her ire. Lord knows how unstable she was.
"Good point." Momonga says and changes the character.
Sitting back in his throne. A world item by the way. Never did get around to learning what it did. Oh well.
"Well, it was fun." Momonga says as he lets the staff float to the side.
"That it was. For all the time we spent, good and bad. A part of me hoped it would never end." I say remorsefully as I check the time.
-23:59:46-
"This is gonna hurt." I say.
"That it is." Momonga agrees.
Forced logouts always hurt. Like getting a static shock to your whole body all at once.
'Please, be real.' I pray to whatever entity exists as I close my eyes.
-23:59:59-
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I collapse, not being used to standing on digitigrade legs. Hands on the floor as I take everything in.
"Lord Zamaina!" I hear chorused.
"I'm fine." I give out a in a low, gruff voice. Almost like, Henry Cavil's Geralt voice. "Just, disoriented is all."
"Is there anything we can do to assist you?" I hear the voice of Sebas as he walks around to kneel before me. "Forgive my impertinence, but you seem a tad more than simply disorientated."
Everything is, new. Vibrant. I smell, and hear, so, much! It makes me scared to open my eyes. Like, I hear and smell so much more all of a sudden. What will I see?
"Perhaps." I agree with him. "Momonga, how are you faring?"
"I am, confused. The GM call function isn't working." He says in a deep commanding tone.
"I'm sorry, what is this, GM call function?" Albedo asks. "If it's a form of magic then I regret to say I know nothing of it my lords."
"It's quite alright Albedo." I say as I take Sebas's extended hand to stand up. "It is a form of magic. In a way." I say, rising to my full height. "Much appreciated Sebas."
"It is my honor to assist you Lord Zamaina." He says with a bow as I open my eyes.
I, actually see less. Like all the reds are gone. No real purples or oranges are here either. That's gonna suck.
"It is a way for us to connect to and communicate with the creators and arbitrators of the world." I explain as best possible. "For us to not be able to reach them is, concerning."
"Very much so." Momonga agrees.
'He's still piecing everything together.' I realize. 'My being here is causing him to be less decisive. He's falling to his role as mediator.'
Momonga was never a leader. More of a mediator and voice for everyone in the guild.
"I understand." I say, more for the NPC's watching than anything else. "Sebas, the current situation with the great tomb is unknown. Take a squad of eight edged assassins and scour the surrounding area outside the tomb. If you find any sentient species try and remain hidden and contact me or Momonga. Pleiades, each of you go to the separate floors, contact the guardians and put them on high alert, after which return to the ninth floor and resume your guard duties."
"Of course, my lord!" Sebas responds zealously before he and the battle maids rush out of the room.
"Momonga." I say as I look to him.
"Right. I understand." He says after a pause. "Albedo, could you please give us a moment?"
"O-of course, Lord Momonga." She says, surprised at the turn of events, and hurries her way out of the room.
"Alright." I say as I hear the doors close. "Any clue what the fuck's going on? Because I'm putting money on a botched disconnect sending us into a coma."
Can't let on that I know what this is. And people going braindead or slipping into coma's from crappy VR hardware isn't unheard of.
"I, have no idea." He says after a pause. "I don't believe that to, I doesn't make sense. For one I'm calm, in fact, I keep calming down every time I start to panic."
"Okay, how do I know it's not just me who's in a coma?" I retort.
"Well, then I'd say you have a powerful imagination." He says with a sinister chuckle.
"Okay, all jokes aside." I say after he's done chuckling. "I think we should treat all of this as though it's real until otherwise proven."
"As good a plan as any." Momonga says. "For now, I'm rather curious."
"About what?" I ask with a tilt of my head.
"Well, the other NPCs for one. The Pleiades, Sebas and Albedo. They responded to your orders clearly outside of what they should." Momonga states.
"Well, like I said. If we were to treat this as real. Then their actions and responses make sense." I reply, hoping to move this scene along.
"You're right." He says. "And in that vein of thought, ascertaining the other NPC's loyalties should be our first priority. The strongest first."
"You mean your first priority." I say.
"Huh?" He responds with his jaw dropping slightly.
"I, still don't think I can walk properly." I say and take a wobbly step forward for emphasis. I barely keep myself from falling.
"Right." He says slowly in acknowledgement. "I'll have Albedo get the Guardians. We'll be on the sixth floor." He says and gets up from his throne, taking the staff as he walks out.
"Alright. You can do this." I say to myself as I take a step forward.
*Clack*
Only to slip and fall on my side.
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I teleport to the sixth floor arena using the guild ring. I expected teleportation to feel, I don't know. Disorientating, I guess. Truthfully, it's nothing of the sort. Just one second, I'm in the throne room, the next I'm in the arena's challenger hall. The part that leads out into the open arena that is.
"I still have room to grow. Meanwhile you're stuck in an undead body." I hear the childish voice sound out.
'Looks like everything is playing out nearly the same.' I think as I see Cocytus walk up and reprimand the two before it can continue longer. Along with one of my NPC's following close after. And another following close by.
I have a lot of money. And as such paying for more data space was a given.
The idea for the fourth floor to have two guardians as well was something I took pride in.
Warrior Takemikazuchi was all for it too. I pitched it as Cocytus being the guardian of the floor, but in truth he is guarding his charge, the lonely princess of ice.
Mizore Shirayuki. The secret guardian of the frozen waste. Yes, I made a waifu. If Peroronchino can get away with it, then so can I! Though I didn't make her bio to be that of someone in love with me. So, better? I guess. I'm getting a lot of mixed feelings looking at her.
She's in a more functional misty themed kimono. She's a Yuki-onna, duh, with job classes in stealth and ice sorcerer abilities. Specializing in AOE of all kinds. AOE debuffs, buffs, attacks. The trade off being she is horribly fragile. A true glass cannon.
So many people claimed hacks. What with how almost no one could find her and as such enemy players had assumed Cocytus was broken and illegally modded.
The other is Meruem. A collaboration between me and Tabula. His dichotic nature of a heartless being with a respect for the strong and a soft spot for the exceptionally weak. Struck a cord with the man who's obsessed with gap moe.
He's the guardian of the third floor. The ruined palace. Where it is oddly extravagant in some areas, and decadent in others. And you have to get past his three royal guards to challenge him. Each an area guardian of their own areas. And only after you defeat all three will he be available. Tabula helped me with them too.
I suck at coding.
He guards Komugi. The level five pestilence wraith. She's coded to have an intelligence that rivals the three other great geniuses of Nazerick. But wholly specialized in pitched battle strategy.
Meruem is an insectoid monk and combat genius through and through. With a penchant for memorization and talent for delegation, he spends his free time playing games with the sickly girl.
Right behind them is Demiurge and Albedo. Walking up to greet them, though the twitch of his ears and the slight turn of his head in my direction tell me he's aware of my presence.
I was never this observant in real life. So, I can only chalk this up to my hunter job classes and my new wolf instincts. Letting me know that others are aware of me and that I don't have the element of surprise.
Neat.
[Lord Zamaina, I have something to report.] I hear the echoing voice of Sebas in my head.
[How important? On a scale of one to ten. One being not important at all, ten being Jormungandr is heading our way.] I reply. The knowledge of how to, being rather instinctual.
[Going by such a scaling, I would put it a five]
'So noteworthy and important, but not anything immediately dire.' I think to myself.
[Momonga is about to hold a meeting on the sixth floor in the arena with all the floor guardians. Report back here so that we may all receive the information.] I instruct.
[Of course, my lord. I'm on my way.]
[Good] I say and cut the line.
It seems Momonga is addressing the guardians and they're giving him their oath.
'I can feel his cringe from here! Oh god! Poor guy.' I think as I make my way out of hiding.
And immediately feel his dark aura rush over me. It doesn't do much with my resistance. But I can't help but be awed at the visual aspect. A black halo of darkness.
I keep my march as he roleplays the supreme one to keep his façade.
"A splendid display." I say coolly as Momonga reigns in his aura of despair. Or just shuts it off.
"Ah, Zamaina. I was wondering when you would show." Momonga says with an air of all knowing.
'He really is pulling this off.' I think to myself. 'If this were DND his charisma would be maxxed.'
"Just, working on a few things we talked about." I say back as I pass the guardians, walking slowly as I still don't trust my legs.
"I trust that you were fruitful?" He asks.
"Mostly. Speaking of, Sebas should be here soon." I say as I come to a stop in front of him. "There is something, off, regarding the outside of the tomb. Nothing dire, but still requiring attention."
"I see. Did he inform you of what it was by chance?" He says, putting a hand to his boney chin.
"No, I instructed him to come here with the information. Same page and all that." I explain.
"Understood. Second hand is preferable to third." He says appreciatively.
As he says that. I can sense Sebas bounding his way into the arena. To a normal person. Or anyone without my senses. It would seem as though he just appeared out of nowhere.
"Speak of the devil." I say as he kneels.
"I'm sorry?" He asks.
"A mere turn of phrase. Pay it no mind." Momonga says. "I've been informed you have a report to make? Let us hear it."
"Of course. My lords I am here to inform you that the surrounding lands of the Great Tomb are in fact grasslands." He says.
"Grasslands? Not a swamp?" Momonga says inquisitively.
"No, my lord." Sebas confirms.
"Are they perhaps frozen blades of grass that cut?" Momonga presses on.
"No, my lord. It is normal grass." Sebas says in a lower tone.
"What about life?" Momonga tries. "Did you encounter any lifeforms or monsters by chance?"
"Aside from the odd rabbit here and there. No." Sebas once again dashes the suspicions of this being a plane of Yggdrasil.
"That is, perplexing." Momonga says as he thinks. "So to properly summarize. We find ourselves in an unknown land, with no natural covering for the tomb?"
"That, would be accurate my lord." Sebas confirms.
"Hmm. Then it would seem our first order of business is concealing the tomb." Momonga says. "Guardians, I would like to hear your thoughts on this matter."
"O-our, thoughts my lord?" Aura asks.
"Ideas." I clarify. "You are the guardians of Nazarick. We have a flaw in our defenses."
"Of course! You wish to test our competency by handing us this sudden problem!" Demiurge surmises. "A problem that, while having multiple good solutions, is so sudden and unexpected that it tests our ability to handle new and unexpected events!"
"Er, yes. Precisely." Momonga says.
"You catch on quick." I remark. Playing along.
"Well in that case." Demiurge starts as he stands up. "The obvious answer is to try and hide. Assuming we can't simply move the tomb to a more hostile area over which we can rule. By that token of logic. Sebas, you said it was flat plains?"
"Correct." Sebas confirms.
"Hmm, truly a perplexing conundrum. I suppose we could always, no that would be too taxing to maintain. Well, if Mare is up to it. We could bury the walls and mask the tomb as a hill."
"I'm not sure I appreciate the idea of soiling the walls of our glorious tomb with dirt." Albedo snides as she rises.
"Albedo, unless you have something useful to add." Momonga says. "I would ask you keep comments to yourself."
"O-oh, my apologies my lord!" She says frantically with a bow.
"Your concerns are noted Albedo." I say. "But criticism without constructiveness. Is merely complaining. You are right to have issues and dislikes. But there is time and place."
"Of course, my lords!" She repeats. "I'll strive to remember your wisdom!"
"Umu, with that being said." Momonga takes over. "The prospect of masking the tomb as a hill in the natural landscape is a fair one. But a singular hill in an open plain would seem suspicious. So a series of dummy hills would be better."
"I'd make the argument that anyone who makes regular ventures to this area would notice something off if a plain turned into a hillside." I counter. "Though aside from forging a natural disaster to explain away the sudden change in environment, I find I have no solution to the problem."
"Hmm, it's a risk we'll need to take." Momonga says. "For now, Mare. Do you believe yourself up to the task of terraforming the nearby environment?"
"Huh?!" He perks up franticly. "U-um, yes, I, I believe I'm capable of doing so!"
"Good." Momonga says. "Demiurge, Albedo, Meruem. The current communication network is down. I'm leaving it to you three to devise a new network chain of communication to be used across the tomb."
"Of course my lord." Albedo says.
"You can count on us." Demiurge adds.
"It will be done." Meruem finishes.
"Good, as for the rest aside from Mare, return to your stations and keep a lookout for anything odd or out of place. If there is such a thing you are to notify me or Zamaina as soon as reasonable."
"Right!" They chorus.
"Now, before I leave."
'Oh no.' I think to myself.
"What do you all think of us, personally."
'FUCK!'
"A being of insurmountable beauty and wisdom." Shaltear says, regarding Momonga. "And a beast of temptation whose tenacity shakes the heavens!"
'Beast of tem- God damnit Peroroncino! If I find out, you put that in her bio I will find a way back to you just to castrate you!'
Though, then again. Vampire and werewolf.
"A genius of which whom even the most ancient revere." Meruem refers to Momonga. "My creator and molder. Of which to whom I owe my everything to."
'Okay, not too out there.' I think to myself. 'Then again, I did write his bio. And I gave him a sense of undying loyalty to me and the tomb.'
"The. Supreme. Being. Of. Life. And. Death. One. Who's. Wisdom. Guides. All. The. Supreme. Beings." Cocytus huffs out. "The. Great. Visionary. Who. Broke. The. Shackles. Of. Destiny. Placed. Upon. Him. To. Forge. His. Own. Path. Truly. An. Inspiration."
'The fuck?' I think. 'I, have no clue what that one's about. Maybe a reference to my roleplay as one of Fenrir's children cursed to be imprisoned by Odin until Ragnarök? And how I escaped to build my strength and take revenge? Maybe.'
"A true leader and stalwart protector." Mizore says in a soft tone to Momonga. "My father and creator. A being unending insight and acclaim."
'Generic, but, Mizore is of few words.'
"The most powerful of all the supreme ones who's always twelve steps ahead! And super kind!" Aura says. "The untamable wolf who he himself managed to tame thunder and lightning! A tenacity and ambition many wish they could have!"
'I actually like that one.' I think to myself. 'I actually roleplay that I tamed lightning and thunder just to spite Odin's favored son Thor.'
"A supreme being of untold kindness, who protects us from the scary things in the world." Mare manages to say without stuttering. "The great hound of Nazerick, who never rests to ensure we're safe. And I bet your fur is super soft."
He whispers the last one quickly.
'Must protect the cinnamon roll.'
"A being of which whose mind is truly unfathomable. Who's plans and machinations embody the word, inscrutable." Demiurge gushes. "One of the last who stayed, a being of such tenacity you embody the idea of an unstoppable force!"
'Okay, that one's a little cringey, but not too bad.'
"The ones who stayed, when all others left." Sebas says to the both of us. "My masters for whom I'm glad to pledge my service."
'Expected.'
"The almighty and unfathomable genius. As well as the man to whom I owe my undying love." Albedo.
I can hear Momonga blanking and his soul dying of cringe.
'You did this!'
"His faithful friend. The only other supreme one who refused to leave us." She regards me.
'Aw, that one might make me blush!'
"Very good!" Momonga says suddenly. "We have heard your thoughts and know that we are pleased! For now, go to your assigned tasks! I foresee us being quite busy in the not so distant future!"
I teleport away with him. No way in hell am I sticking around after that cringe fest. Besides, I have a bedroom I want to check out.
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"Holy crap!" Aura exclaims. "That was intense! I knew the Supreme Ones were out there, but that was!" She can't seem to find the words.
"I know what you mean." Albedo says. "Standing in their presence can only truly be described as divine!"
"If it is alright with the rest of you." Sebas says as he stands. "A butler should never leave his master side unattended for long."
With that, he leaves without another word.
"To think we'd be blessed with such fortune, that they'd grace us personally." Demiurge said. "And to go as far as to allow us to know his presence! Zamaina truly has great trust in us."
"What do you mean?" Mare asks.
"Zamaina was there for our oath." Demiurge explains. "He is the fastest of all the supreme ones. Him making his way over slowly was a sign of trust and a display of power."
"My creator always did have a thing for subtlety." Meruem says. "Small things that add up when looked into."
"Agreed." Mizore nods.
"Um, Sh-Shaltear?" Mare stutters. "Are, are you alright?"
The rest of the guardians look to the quivering vampire, still kneeling as she did before.
"Oh, don't mind me." She says with a smile. "Just, fantasizing about a few things. Mainly about how I can get a certain wolf to hunt me~"
"What do you mean by that?" Aura asks.
"Oh dear." Meruem says as he places a hand to his face and shakes it softly.
"Mind your audience Shaltear." Albedo says sternly.
"While I agree with Albedo, it does bring a query to mind." Demiurge says.
"And. What. Is. That?" Cocytus asks.
"I hope it's one of a civilized nature." Albedo says.
"Oh, it's nothing obscene I assure you." Demiurge soothes. "Just an idle thought. But what if the supreme ones were to have children? Lord Momonga and Lord Zamaina stayed. But for how long?"
"You. Would. Dare. Doubt. Them. In. Any. Capacity?!" Cocytus demands.
"No no, of course not." Demiurge waves. "Let me put it this way, there are forty one supreme beings, but thirty nine left. Only two remain. But, what if that number expanded?"
"I, believe I see where this is going." Albedo says.
"I don't." Aura says.
"Expanding?!" Shaltear says excitedly. "Do you really think it's that big?!"
"Compose yourself." Meruem says with a sneer. "There are children."
"Oh, um, right."
"What I'm getting at, is instead of pledging our loyalties to the supreme ones." Demiurge says.
Meruem, Mizore, Cocytus all tense at Demiurge's choice of words. Ready to attack should his words turn traitorous.
"What if we could have the opportunity to pledge ourselves to their lines?" He finishes.
"Oh." Cocytus relaxes. "That. Sounds. Rather. Nice. If. It's. Lord. Zamaina's. Progeny. I. Could. Teach. Them. How. To. Fight! Yes! I. Will. Be. Uncle. Cocytus!"
Cocytus raises his arms in celebration of events yet to come. Stomping off and enjoying his dreams of teaching future generations the art of the blade.
"Such a simple soul." Mizore says. "Personally, I find the prospect interesting. A child of a supreme being. Hmm."
"As interesting as the hypothetical is." Meruem interjects. "We have our assignments. And I believe we've already taken a sufficient amount of time to ourselves."
"Agreed." Demiurge says. "Mizore, could you escort Cocytus back to your floor whenever he returns to reality?"
"Of course." She agrees with a bow.
"In the meantime, Shaltear, reign in your perversions long enough to escort Mare, would you?" Albedo adds.
As such, the guardians all went to attend to their assigned duties.
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Ina-Inu-Zama Character Sheet
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Ina-Inu-Zama
[Ainz-Ooal-Gown]
The wolf who howls with thunder and strikes with lightning.
Heteromorphic Race
-Racial levels-
Werewolf 15
Alpha Wolf 10
Dire Wolf 5
Child of Fenrir 5
Raiju 5
-Job Levels-
Hunter 15
Storm Hunter 15
Lightning Strider 10
Harbinger of Thunder 5
God of Lightning 5
Raijin 5
Total: 100
-Stats-
Sense of justice: -150 Neutral Evil
HP: 80
MP: 60
PHY. ATK: 90
PHY. DEF: 65
AGILITY: 100+
MAG. ATK: 60
MAG. DEF: 55
RESIST: 90
SPECIAL: 90
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A/N
Raiju is a secret class unlocked due to the combination of choosing a lycanthropic race and specializing in classes with lightning/thunder focused magic. Raijin is a secret class unlocked due to maxing out the god of lightning job class and maxing out the agility stat without choosing any conflicting job element classes: i.e. a fire centered job class.
It's a loophole James exploited that the requirements don't count racial classes while still registering that he nearly maxed out his level cap. A human player would need 90 job levels in miscellaneous jobs and lightning/thunder magic focused jobs and use another 5 to max out the God of lightning job to unlock Raijin.
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