THIS IS NOT A FULL CHAPTER.

Currently, As I've said before I'm rewriting the first few chapters to fix my awful writing.

Unfortunately. This is taking way longer than I'd expected as it turns out I don't know shit about grammar.

So in an attempt to keep what few readers I have satiated, I'm going to write out a few details and questions from the reviews, and a little bonus at the end.

P.s. I will still be adding half chapters from time to time until the edits are done.

Q- Why is Momonga dumber in my story?

In the main story, Momonga has the guidance of the guardians as well as performance pressure egging him to always improve. Even in the side story he still tries to impress EvilEye or at least act as a worthy guide for her.

It is my firm belief that if he remained isolated and left only to his thoughts we would have seen a much different side to Momonga. After all, it is canon that he only has an elementary school education and even though it was well into the future I doubt a cyberpunk dystopia would care about average intelligence.

To me, it seems his intellect is less book learning and much more memorization, kind of like how speed runners know every little detail and how best to abuse it.

Q- why is my grammar so shit?

No excuses I just can't write.

Q- why are so many dying so fast?

Also fitting the question why kill so and so they were awesome.

Because Momonga is paranoid to the extreme and the only reason he doesn't kill at random in the main story is that he thinks of his guild mate's reactions.

Right now he's just protecting what he can the world be damned.

Q- why is Momonga acting like everyone is high level

I'm probably at fault for my writing style (or lack of one) for this.

Misunderstandings mainly, that and the presence of other players in the past adds a weird mix of knowledge to the new world natives that set off his alarms.

Q- why didn't Momonga cast {blank}

Momonga thinks he's dealing with mid to high-level players or their new-world equivalent. And unlike in the light novel where he got to test new worlder strength here he has no way to test the true level of anyone.

The story mentions how Nazarick is clueless to actual levels only able to guess based on magic and other abilities. So far all Momonga has seen in my story are corpses and a few of Evileye's spells one of which is a custom creation of hers. And because of this, he believes those attempts to be a waste of mana as they'd be blocked anyway.

Now enough of my pointless ranting

I give you the side story.

Where the hell are we?

Blinding light and searing pain were all he could feel as he felt his body become weightless slowly drifting through a white void.

Endure it!

Resist!

Don't give in!

And all at once, it vanished.

He knew it lasted only a few seconds but each one felt like an eternity as they stretched on, even the absence of pain was like years of maddening nothingness.

But he had to endure.

For the last.

The hard ground beneath his back was a relief come far too late but it was still a welcome one as he rubbed the light from his eyes.

Peering around his new environment he tried to asses what little he could.

'Forced teleportation?

No, the tomb protects from such things. Something stronger perhaps?

A world enemy maybe?'

Brushing dust and dirt from his suit his gaze wandered for any landmarks.

But there was nothing.

All around him were miles upon miles of barren and cracked earth what little vegetation remaining not more than dried remains of what once was. The sky was overcast and grey as even the air itself seemed to hold a sickly yellow hue.

Just where in the nine realms could he be?

Helheim seemed the most obvious but he knew Helheim and well at that (it was his home after all) and this was similar but far too different, no this was wrong.

Well, inquiries would have to wait for later for now he'd have to find a way home.

"{Message} Momonga"

Nothing.

"{Message} Albedo"

Nothing.

"{Message} Cocytus"

Nothing.

"{Message} Shalltear"

Click.

"DEMIURGE IS THAT YOU!?"

Of course, she's the only one here.

"Yes, Shalltear now lower your voice before you attract any foes to your position."

"OH, don't worry about that! A bunch of humans attacked me but all of them died in a single hit so I'm not worried!"

He wanted to scream at the girl's incompetence.

"Shalltear dear teleport to me before anyone else discovers you."

"You got it."

As though stepping through space itself a figure appeared clad in bright red armor two pristine white wings flapping behind them.

So she wasn't joking about fighting humans mere seconds after our arrival.

"Shalltear it appears we've been forcibly removed from Nazarick and I fear what caused it may be stronger than we can handle without lord Momonga's help.

So please for the love of the supreme beings refrain from drawing any more attention to us."

Shalltear lowered her head "Sorry."

"So what did you learn of these humans besides their fragility? I do hope you questioned at least one of them correct?"

At this, her head shot up. "I did actually! Though I didn't understand much of what they said."

. . .

. . .

. . .

"So? What did they tell you?"

"Oh, right! He said what I understood as 'For the revolution, you'll never kill us all, and death to japan' yeah something like that."

Elsewhere

Suzuki Satoru pulled the cable out of his head (oh how he hated this part) and recoiled in pain as the link between his nerves and the dive chair was separated.

"Haa, only four hours of sleep work is gonna be hell today."

Pulling himself from the chair his thoughts drifted to the game and how his twelve years of memories would forever just be that.

Memories.

But what could he do the game was older than his hardware and most likely cost a fortune to keep running despite only the handful of people still playing.

"I guess I should find a new game tomorrow huh? Tabula did suggest that mech game he liked I wonder if it's still any good? Ah, thoughts for tomorrow."

Sleep was easy his mind exhausted from the hours he'd stayed up waiting for the last moments in the game, he dreamt of the sequel.

'Huh? They added a whole lot more guns this time around, realistic like crazy too.'

BANG BANG BANG!

A series of gunshots outside his apartment jolted him awake. It wasn't anything new just annoying at this point as he tried to ignore the repeated pops outside.

Crunch.

Jolting up again he knew something was wrong.

Even more so when a severed arm burst through his window followed by a spray of blood and a chorus of screams in the distance.

Running to the window making sure to step over the bloody arm he looked at the chaos outside.

The city was ablaze with gunfire echoing throughout, corpses littered the street as police desperately fired from behind a hasty barricade.

Their targets not another group of crazed homeless people nor an unlawful protest gone violent.

No, what they shot at that seemed to all but ignore the hail of gunfire was all too familiar.

Way. To. Familiar.

"Shalltear!?"

Tada!!!!

Tell me what you all think and I might start using this as an intermission for the regular story.

Till next time.