*POV**
The Nazarick Meeting Room was filled with an air of weary exasperation. The guild members of Ainz Ooal Gown, once vibrant and enthusiastic about defending their beloved guild from invaders, now sat in their luxurious chairs, displaying various levels of fatigue and disinterest.
"How many times does that make it this month?" inquired Touch Me, his gleaming silver armor reflecting the dim light of the room. His voice, usually resonant with authority, now carried a note of exhaustion.
"Fifth, or was it the seventh... I don't know, it's just getting boring nowadays doing it so many times," Ulbert replied, his voice a mix of irritation and boredom. His demonic goat-like features looked almost comically resigned as he leaned back, his crooked horns casting shadows on the ornate walls.
Eilifr, who stood at the head of the table near Momonga seat, let out a soft sigh. "It's true. The constant raids have become monotonous. There is no challenge in them anymore. Our defenses are impenetrable, and yet they keep coming."
Warrior Takemikazuchi nodded slowly. "These attacks are more like an inconvenience than a true threat. It is... dishonorable to face such weak adversaries repeatedly."
Peroronchino , the horny bird, also said . "I crave a real fight, something that will make my blood race. This is just... tedious."
"For first time I say my brother is right," bukubukuchagama said softly, swarling her giggly slimy body . "I mean, what's the point of all this? We're all come here in this game to release our pent-up frustration and if this continues this might as well become IRL."
Momonga, the leader of Ainz Ooal Gown, who had been quietly observing the discussion from his throne-like seat, finally spoke. His skeletal face was expressionless, but his voice carried a commanding presence. "We cannot become complacent. Even if these raids are minor annoyances, they serve as a reminder that we are still targets."
"Perhaps," Bellriver suggested, his calm and measured tone cutting through the fatigue in the room, "we should use these raids to our advantage. Turn them into training exercises for our forces. It will keep everyone sharp and ready for any true threats that may arise."
Momonga nodded thoughtfully. "Bellriver has a point. We must remain vigilant. Use these incursions to refine our strategies and keep our skills honed. However, I understand the monotony. Perhaps it's time we considered expanding our influence, finding new challenges beyond just defending Nazarick."
The room fell silent as everyone pondered this. There was a sense of renewed interest in the idea, a spark of the old excitement beginning to flicker.
"Expanding our influence...," Ulbert mused, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Now that is a prospect worth considering."
Eilifr smiled, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Yes, my friend. That would certainly bring a new dimension to our activities."
"Then it's settled," Momonga declared, his voice firm. "We will use these raids for training and begin planning our expansion. Nazarick will not just be a fortress to defend, but a power to be reckoned with across this world."
With that, the atmosphere in the room shifted from weary resignation to eager determination. The members of Ainz Ooal Gown were ready for a new chapter, one that promised excitement and challenge beyond the monotonous raids.
*Time skip*
The Relentless Assault
The early warning systems of Nazarick were triggered once again. Alarms echoed through the halls as the members of Ainz Ooal Gown swiftly gathered in the central command room. The giant crystal mirror displayed a map of Nazarick's surroundings, dotted with red markers indicating the approaching enemy forces.
Ainz Ooal Gown, now fully armored and radiating an aura of supreme command, stood ready and at their forefront with it's leader Momonga, flanked by Eilifr and Ulbert. The guild members quickly assembled, their attitude a mixture of boredom and mild curiosity.
"Report," Momonga commanded, his voice echoing with an unearthly resonance.
Nishikienrai, part of reconnaissance team come forward and answered. "Boss, the raiders consist of a mixed force of Players and mercenary NPCs. Their numbers are greater than the previous attacks, but their strength appears similar."
"More fodder for the grinder," Ulbert muttered, a hint of disdain in his voice.
"Indeed," Warrior rumbled, his eyes narrowing. "But we shall treat this as a training exercise, as supreme leader has decreed."
Momonga try to not cringe out of embarrassment try to stay in roleplay, turned to punitto moe, who was already formulating a strategy. "punitto , how shall we proceed?"
punitto give a sinister smile emoji. "I suggest we deploy units in a manner that will maximize our learning experience of controlling large number of NPCs in open field battle. Let the weaker foes engage our lesser minions, while we keep our stronger forces in reserve to handle any surprises."
"Agreed," Momonga said. "Warrior, lead the first wave. Pero and buku, take the second. Eilifr and I will remain here to oversee and intervene if necessary."
"As you say, guild leader," Warrior, Pero and buku said in unison, before moving out to mobilize their respectively assigned NPC units.
--
The battlefield outside Nazarick's gates was soon alive with the clash of steel and the roar of spells. Warrior led a phalanx of corpse guardian, their bone armor clattering as they met the initial wave of Players head-on. The lesser undead served as a buffer, occupying the attackers.
From his vantage point, peroroncino watched the chaos unfold, his vantage point with anticipation. He held his bow loosely, ready to leap into action at the first sign of a good butt- *cough* worthy target. The second wave of raiders crashed against the front lines, met with ferocious resistance by the doom lords and Night Liches under Warrior command.
Meanwhile, inside the command room, Momonga monitored the situation with keen interest. The crystal mirror display shifted to show various sections of the battlefield, providing a comprehensive view of the engagement. Eilifr stood beside him, his gaze relaxed but focused.
"Momonga," he said softly, "it appears the enemy has sent a special strike group of higher-level Players. They are attempting to flank our forces from the east."
Ainz nodded, a phantom smile playing on his lips. "Very well. Ulbert, prepare to intercept. Let's see if these fools can provide the challenge we seek."
Ulbert vanished, his movements swift and precise. Moments later, he reappeared on the eastern front with his evil lords battalion with demiurge as vice in command, facing the group of Players. With a malevolent grin, ulbert unleashed a wave of High dps magic, forcing the raiders to scatter.
The Player's, undeterred, regrouped and charged at them, their weapons and spells aimed with deadly precision. However, they found themselves outmatched by the devilish intelligence and overwhelming power of the demon of calamity.
Ulbert released his Evil lords to isolate and overwhelm Players by isolating each one while touring their ranks lead by Wrath's working as berserkers supported by more magic oriented but still physically strong Evil lords of Greed's and Envy's and Pride's working as DPS units and Lust's using debuffs and bluffs while disrupting enemy mages while other Evil lords guarding ulbert from any left over groups. Ulbert enjoying the dance of chaos in the enemy ranks, his magic reducing their numbers with ruthless efficiency. While demiurge boosting his and Evil lords abilities further.
Back at the main gate, Warrior, peroroncino and buku continued to press the advantage. The raiders' initial fervor began to wane as they realized the sheer might of Nazarick's defenders even out of their fortress. Fear and doubt crept into their hearts, weakening their resolve.
As the battle reached its climax, Momonga finally decided to make his presence known. With a wave of his hand, he teleported to the front lines, his imposing figure instantly commanding attention. The raiders faltered, their courage draining away in the face of the Overdragon himself.
"Cease your futile struggle," Momonga's voice boomed across the battlefield. "You stand no chance against us. Cough out all your precious items and I might let you leave on your current levels."
Panic spread like wildfire among the remaining attackers. Some dropped their weapons and surrender, while others, too stubborn or desperate to give up their most previous items, were swiftly cut down by Nazarick's forces.
As the dust settled, Momonga surveyed the scene, satisfaction evident in his glowing eyes. "Well done, everyone. Let this be a reminder to our enemies: Nazarick is unconquered and will stay that way. And let us remember that even in the face of monotony, we can still have fun looting our way to top."
The guild members gathered around their leader, their fatigue replaced by a laughter on their leaders chunni sense of humour. They knew that this was just one battle in an endless war, but with Ainz Ooal Gown at the helm, they were prepared for anything. Atleast that how momonga think it was going to be forever.
As time passed, the grand halls of Nazarick, once bustling with the vibrant presence of Ainz Ooal Gown members, began to grow quieter. The shimmering banners that adorned the walls fluttered softly in the magical breeze, a reminder of the guild's former glory. But the once frequent gatherings and lively meetings became sporadic as the members faced the inevitable encroachment of real-life responsibilities.
Momonga, or rather, Suzuki Satoru, sat alone in the throne room, staring at the guild roster. He sighed deeply, a feeling of melancholy washing over him. The list of online members had dwindled significantly to him and Eilifr alone. Touch Me, Bukubukuchagama, Ulbert Alain Odle, and many others had not logged in for weeks, some even months.
Momonga leaned back in his throne, the silence of the grand hall weighing heavily on him. The recent victories and the thrill of defending Nazarick were bittersweet in the face of this solitude.
--
"Touch Me-san, are you coming online tonight?" Ainz had asked during their last conversation.
"I'm sorry, Momonga," Touch Me had replied, his voice tinged with regret. "Work has been overwhelming lately, and I barely have time to rest. I wish I could, but reality calls."
Similar conversations followed with the other members. Bukubukuchagama was busy with her voice acting career, Ulbert Alain Odle was swamped with his new job, and Tabula Smaragdina was dealing with family issues. One by one, they all shared their reasons, each one valid, yet each one pulling them further away from the game.
--
In the dimly lit meeting room, Eilifr approached Momonga, his tone measured . "Momo Chan, I've noticed the others have not been present recently. Is something amiss?"
Momonga nodded slowly. "They are dealing with real-life issues, Eilifr. It seems our time together is becoming more limited."
Eilifr spoken with softened voice with understanding, yet he couldn't hide the sadness in his voice. "It is unfortunate, my friend. We cherish the moments we spend together, but we cannot change their circumstances but still I let you know such trivial things will not make me leave you and Nazarick."
"Indeed," Ainz said, his voice uplifted with joy. " We must carry on. Nazarick is our home, and we will protect it, even if we are only one's left and thanks for staying with me Eilifr it means lot to me."
--
As the days turned into weeks, the absence of his friends became more palpable. Ainz found solace in the companionship of the Eilifr and Bellriver and NPCs, who remained for companionship . Albedo, Demiurge, Shalltear, Cocytus, and the others continued to fulfill their program duties with unwavering commitment.
However, the empty chairs at the guild table were a constant reminder of the dwindling presence of his comrades. Ainz often wandered through the halls of Nazarick, reminiscing about the times they had all spent together— the laughter, the battles, the camaraderie. Each room held memories, both cherished and bittersweet.
In the Great Library, Ainz found Eilifr and Bellriver, organizing the vast collection of tomes and scrolls. The sight of their dedication brought a small smile to his face.
"Hey,Momonga," Bellriver said, looking up from his work, "is there something we can do to help? You seem... troubled."
Momonga shook his head gently. "No, Bellriver. You and Eilifr are doing excellent work. I am merely reflecting on the past times."
Eilifr approached, his eyes filled with concern. "We'll always be here for you, remember that you big lizard. No matter what."
"*chuckle* Thank you, Eilifr. Your companionship means more to me than you can imagine," Ainz replied, his voice tinged with gratitude.
--
As the guild members continued to face their real-life challenges, Momonga resolved to make the most of the time they had left. Whenever one of them managed to log in, he ensured they had memorable and enjoyable experiences. Together, they ventured on new quests, explored uncharted territories, and relived the old days, even if only for a brief while.
Despite the growing frequency of his solitude, Ainz remained steadfast in his duty as the leader of Ainz Ooal Gown. He knew that, no matter how often his friends could join him, the bonds they had forged were unbreakable. right?
--
One evening, as Ainz sat alone in the guild hall, a familiar chime sounded. He looked at the roster and saw that a few members had logged in. A rare, genuine smile spread across his skeletal face.
"Welcome back, my friends," he whispered to himself, rising to greet them. For however long they could stay, they would make it count.
Together, they would continue to defend and expand the glory of Nazarick, cherishing every moment they shared in the game they loved.
But all his hopes were broken in pieces when he heard that they returned to give their divine tier items to him as they are quiting yggdrasil all together. It was last straw that broke Momonga's all hopes. That was the second time momanga have cried out of pure sadness after his mother had passed while making his favourite meal.
But as if someone was playing a joke on him a very horrible one at that if Suzuki have to say.
The news of yggdrasil shutting down in two months was truly the reason that broke the camal's back.
A/N: Dame I make this as depressing as I can because I was in little melancholic when I was writing it.