Title: To E-Rantel
Alt Title: Idiots and Idioms
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DancingLeaf: You are welcome for the knowledge! My interest is mostly in animal behavior.
A wholesome fun fact! Tigers will develop bonds with their handlers. And will even play hide and seek with their favorite handler. And they do a slow blink and occasionally give out low chuffs to show affection.
And yeah, I'm out of work sick until the fifth. So I've got nothing but time to write.
He's not that kind of god. More of a, representation of a force of nature kind of god. Like how Fenrir is meant to represent chaos (we think, not too sure. There's surprisingly little surviving literature about him) Hel represents the inevitable demise of life. And Jormungandr is believed to represent the unpredictable nature of the sea. (The Norse believed his movements caused the tides.)
In regards to Zamaina's character. He is a bit of a magnificent bastard. Just, not completely. He's the kind to see a trap. And then either blatantly walk around it, or intentionally trigger it. Depends on his mood. In all reality, if left to his own devices he'd be the kind to make everything burn for the fun of it.
And keep up the wonderings! I love them! Speculation on my stories is what I love best!
Guest: Because I'm too lazy to figure out how to post on other sites right now.
YeTianshi: Got a bit of that in this chapter :)
Huh, I'll have to check that out.
Noblesse. Putting that here so I "Hopefully" won't forget.
Aren Gisly: Yeah, the cost of university in America is absurd. So I'm currently trying to save up and got back to school to be a Veterinary Technician. Also the English term for Pregrado is Undergraduate.
And yeah, being overqualified for a position, sucks all sort of ass.
You lost me in the second half of your review. Sorry. Please rephrase?
Kaykaykaykayan: Overlord is one of my favorites as well! I was just hesitant to make a fic about it because I felt nothing I did would be able to compete with AtheistBasementDragon's: God Rising: Cult of Ainz
And then I thought: Fuck it, nothing I make will be as good as it. So don't try to make it as good as it. Just make it how you want.
You're questions will be answered at the end!
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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.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Overlord or any other characters in this work, other than my OC. All other characters belong to their respective properties.
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-Day 7, 3rd floor. Neferpitou's Hunting Grounds-
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James "Zamaina" Petrosky POV
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"You can come out." I say as I look at her.
Hidden behind a tapestry. She pokes her out. Before bounding to me on all fours and stopping before me. Rolling onto her back with her arms and legs curled up.
"Yes master~" She says playfully with a blush.
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"What?"
"I came out of hiding." She says in a playful manner.
I, didn't program this. Sure she's playful and, well, catty. But this?
I can smell the pheromones. And it's taking a lot of willpower to hold back.
"What are you, doing?" I ask.
"Only what I should before the great Lord Zamaina." She says before rolling onto her front. Prostrating herself as she raises her rear a bit. "Or is it that you'd prefer me like this?"
I mean, yes. She's decently strong, and so long as I keep from using any buffs she should come out okay. Plus, cat girl. And as a chimera, she'd technically capable of sex with any race of equivalent size.
No! That's not what I'm here for!
"Hmm, maybe another time." I say. "For now, there's more important things."
"Is that a promise!" She asks excitedly as her tail raises, still in the same downward dog position.
At this point I'm too confused. So, I'll take a page out of Momonga's book and bullshit with roleplay.
"Depends on how satisfying I find your work." I say. "I left a man with Neuronist Painkill. Help her learn everything."
"Yes master!" She says excitedly and bounds off out of the room.
After she leaves. I question what the hell just happened and whether or not I programmed that.
Did I get drunk one night and recode one of them to be attracted to me?
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Nope. Not dealing with this. I already have one white haired girl after me. I do not need to worry about another.
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-Special Interrogation Room-
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Neferpitou POV
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Got a job to do! Got a job to do. I got a job to do!
"Neuronist!" I call out as I swing the door open. "Where is he?"
"Mmmmrrrmm!" I hear from the third door.
'Whelp!' I think excitedly. 'That answers that question.'
I walk over and open the rusted metal door. A blonde man is tied to the wall. Naked and screaming as Neuronist adds weights to the clamps imbedded into his nipples.
"Ooh! A human!"
I don't have anything against them. But they make the best toys! Some drop immediately, others enjoy the pain, and some can go for days!
"Oh! Pitou dear, I hope you don't mind but I had a bit of fun first!" Neuronist says as she turns to me.
"Not at all." I say with a smile. "This just lets him know we're serious."
"I suppose, though I will say he's proving to be, disappointing." She says as she lets go of the chains.
"Mmrrhrrmhhrrmmmhrmm!"
"How so?" I ask as I lean over to peer past her and get a better look at him.
[Oh he's fine.] I hear through the mindflayer telepathy. [Just using a bit of humiliation.]
[Gotcha!] I reply back.
Aww, she already used the iron kidney stone. I missed his reaction to learning what it's for!
"Hoooh, nothing serious. He just doesn't meet my, preferences." She says as she flicks his penis. Causing it to spew out a bit of blood.
"Hmm, the only standards I think he could meet are a pixie's." I say as I look at it.
'Aww, he's crying now.' I think as I hold back a laugh.
"Think he'll talk?" I ask.
"One way to find out!" She says as she turns around and saunters up to him. "You gave me such beautiful music. Now, sing some more for us dear, please? You don't want me to look bad in front of my friend and coworker do you?"
"Aaargh! You filthy monsters! All of damnation awaits you!" He froths. "My gods will see to your destruction!"
"Let's try this again." I say as I step and Neuronist steps aside.
I cup a hand to his face as he flinches back.
"What's your name sweetie?" I ask. "Be nice and we can end this all real quick."
I'm lying of course. I have been so bored lately with how few intruders make it to the third floor nowadays. And I need to be thorough for Lord Zamaina!
Oh I can't wait for my reward! Maybe he'll praise me, or pat my head, rub my tummy! Lay me out and leave a mewling mess.
I'm happy with anything really!
"Go fuck yourself you bastard of a beastman and a heretical whore!" He spits.
*Smack*
His jaw flies off.
"Oops!" I say as I go over and grab it. "My bad!"
I bring it back to him and take out my sewing kit. Holding him still as I stitch his jaw back on and pour some magic into it. Letting it heal.
"Don't break him dearie." Neuronist says. "I know how you get carried away."
"Yeah, I think we should stick to tools." I say sheepishly.
"You, bish." The man spits.
"A bitch is a female dog." I say. "I'm, huh, I guess a cat? In that case I'd be a queen."
"Pitou, you're getting distracted again." Neuronist says.
"Oh! My bad!" I say jovially. "Anyway, we got a pillory and a pear?"
"The fruit? Or the tool?" She asks.
"The tool." I clarify.
"Pitou dear, we need his jaw intact." Neuronist tsks. "Can't get him to talk without a jaw."
"Rmmm, debatable." I say. "But, wrong end. Oh! Get some oil as well."
"Oh? Oh, oh!" Neuronist says as she wiggles and writhes in excitement. "Pitou! You devious little minx!"
"He called me a bitch, so, I'm curious to see what a bitch actually looks like." I say as I turn to smile at him. "You ready to my bitch?"
"W-w-what are you going to do to me?" He stutters.
"Oh, just testing a curiosity of mine." I say as Neuronist leaves to get the tools. "Did you know that apparently a human anus can stretch to roughly six or seven inches in diameter before taking damage?"
"Huh?"
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-Two hours later-
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"Hmm, I'm starting to get bored." I say as I peel away the skin of his left arm.
"Aaaaah!" He screams.
"Well, talk to me sweetie." Neuronist says. "It's been so long since we got to just chat. Tell me, anything new?"
"Hmm, not really sadly." I admit. "There are so few intruders to the third floor anymore. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's a good thing."
"But you can't help but feel useless." Neuronist says understandingly.
"Ecactly!" I say as I go to the tool table. "Real quick, which suits me better? The hacksaw? Or the scalpel?"
I pick them both up and hold them for a pose.
"Hmm, definitely the scalpel darling." She says after a moment of thought. "Gives you a sort of, dainty, womanly, appearance."
"Scalpel it is!" I say as I return to him.
"No, no please!" He begs.
"Please what?" I ask with a tilt of my head.
"Whatever you're about to do, don't!" He says.
"Hmm, nah." I say and take his hands. "Where'd we put the lemon juice?" I ask, turning back to Neuronist.
"It was right by the scalpel." She says as she hands me the jar.
"Oh, oops." I say as start making shallow cuts between his fingers.
"This, this isn't so bad." He says with a shaky smile.
"How many gods do you worship?" I ask as Neuronist attaches a tendril to his forehead.
Not that he notices. She has a numbing toxin to keep him from noticing she's becoming a lie detector.
"F-four." He stutters.
[Naughty boy, still thinks he can lie.] Neuronist transmits.
I smile at him. Earning a look of fear before I open the jar and flick some of the juice on his cuts.
"It burns! It burns!" He steams.
"Give that a few minutes." I say quietly as I step away and stretch. "What have you been up to since the supreme ones started staying?" I ask Neuronist.
"Oh same old same old, dearie." She says with a wave. "Keeping my tools nice and ready, reviewing the books they gave me for my job. Waiting for the day Lord Momonga comes to see me in person."
"Oh?" I say teasingly. "You like'em boney huh?"
"Oh sweetie, I like smart and manly." She says with a sashay of her hips.
"Wouldn't you prefer Lord Zamaina if you wanted manly?" I ask.
"Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't say no to being called to his bed." She says. "But if I were to have my pick."
"But he's a, I don't think Lord Momonga has the bone that counts for that." I point out.
"And neither do I have the equipment you're clearly thinking of." She says coyly. "I'm a mindflayer, intercourse for us is a more, mental experience than a physical one."
"That's fair I suppose." I say as think about it.
'Less competition for me!' I think with a bit of joy.
"Now what about you dearie?" She asks, shifting the attention to me. "Having any luck getting your wolf to chase a kitty?"
"As I matter of fact I do~" I say smugly. "Lord Zamaina promised me a, reward, for getting as much information out of this guy as I can."
"Ugh, lucky bitch." Neuronist tsks playfully.
"Ah, queen." I correct.
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-Three hours later-
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"And when I was fourteen I forced myself on the house slave." He drones out as I note everything. All life lost in his eyes.
"Anything else?" I ask as I put away the notepad.
"Please kill me." He begs.
"Hmm, I would, honestly you got boring after the three hour mark." I say as I put a finger to my lips in thought. "But it's not up to me. Neuronist you can keep him." I finish with a shrug as I walk out.
"Oh goodie~" She claps her hands in excitement.
"No, no! NO!" He starts screaming. "You promised!"
"I lied~" I say as I give a little wave goodbye.
"Tell me dear, have you ever heard of a story called, Little Nicky?" Neuronist says as I leave. "I'll bet you're stretched out perfectly. Let me go get a pineapple and tell you allll about it."
"AAAAAGH!"
I love my job.
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-9th floor, Momonga's office-
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James "Zamaina" Petrosky POV
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"And after the thumbscrews he started telling us about these things unique to this world called, Talents." Neferpitou continues.
[Holy fucking shit man! Just how sadistic did you make this chick?!] Momonga exclaims over message.
[Fuck if I know! I just wrote that her cruelty rivals Demiurge's!] I reply.
[You mean the devil made by the guy who hates humanity? At least his cruelty is targeted mainlytowards humans. Please tell me she isn't like this with everyone.] He explains tiredly.
"And lastly, he hates pears." She finishes with a giggle.
[I know she wouldn't be that way towards anyone in Nazarick.] I answer sheepishly.
"Did I do good Master~" Neferpitou asks as she looks at my a smile and pleading eyes.
"Yes." I say calmly. "You did very good."
"Do I get my reward?"
"Insolence!" Albedo shouts. "You don't demand a reward from the supreme ones! You be grateful-"
"Albedo." I cut her off. "Love the enthusiasm. But I did promise her a reward for a good job."
Neferpitou perks up at that. Eyes gleaming and tail straight up.
"My apologies Lord Zamaina." Albedo says with a bow. "I was unaware."
[What?] Momonga says numbly.
[I don't know! She was doing this submissive act earlier when I went to go fetch her and I panicked to get out of there!] I explain.
[Submi- Oh! Oh god I forgot about that!] He says before he starts laughing out loud. Startling everyone.
[What, what?!] I demand.
[Three years ago, before he last logged off. Tabula changed her settings! It was meant to be a joke on the fact that you made a cat girl!] He says before calming back down.
"Hrmm, wonder if I'll ever get used to that?" He says quietly.
"Doubt it." I say as I feel my blood bump in irritation.
"Is, everything okay my lords?" Albedo asks.
"It's nothing." I say. "We were merely conversing through [Message] about our plans. And a humorous scenario popped up."
"Er, right." Momonga says. "It's as he says. Anyway, onto the next order of business. With this information, we'll have our basis for setting out on information gathering missions."
"Neferpitou, can you wait on that reward?" I ask. "This is important."
"Of course master!" She says with her trademark smile.
"Alright, return to your station until then." I say.
"Roger!" She says and walks out of the office.
[You can't put that off forever.] Momonga says through the message line.
[Albedo.] Is all I say to that before cutting off the line.
He slowly turns to me. His red dots boring into my form.
"Touché."
As he says that. In walks none other than the other white haired girl after my dick.
"My lords." She says with a curtsey.
"Shalltear." Momonga says. "Is there something you need?"
"Oh nothing much." She says with a smile. "Just here to view your exquisite forms one last time before I must leave for my mission. A proper guardian should impart a proper farewell after all."
'Shit that reminds me!' I think quickly.
"Shalltear, stay. Momonga, it just came to my attention that we've had, a bit of an oversight." I say as I recall a key plot point from canon.
"Hmm? And what might that be?" He asks.
"If there's the possibility of other players. There's the possibility of World items." I say.
I see him slightly flinch up. Before calming down.
"You're right." He says, bringing a hand to his face, skull, skullface? "How could I have made such a blunder!?"
"My lords?" Albedo asks in confusion.
"It just occurred to us that with Yggdrasil magic, items, and summons, there's the possibility of World items included in that list." I explain. "However small a chance, they may be out there, and we may encounter opposition willing to use them against us."
"Oh my. That is indeed a rather pressing issue." Albedo says.
"I'm, confused." Shalltear says. "What difference does it make? An item held by a weakling is a weak item. Surely there are none out there who could oppose our might as such."
And there it is. Season one Shalltear's arrogance.
"That's the thing about World items." Momonga says. "It matters not how strong you are. Any can wield a World item. And their effects are absolute. The only thing that can counter a World item. Is another World item."
"I have a few I can lend out." I say.
[The fuck? Since when!? The only one you have on hand is that necklace you keep on display in your room!] Momonga messages me.
[Since the shutdown was announced, I managed to buy five of them with the use of IRL cash.] I reply.
Sadly, I couldn't find Downfall of Castle and Country.
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[Whale] Momonga finally says before cutting the line.
I role my eyes as I reach into my inventory and pull out Cain's Regret.
I walk up to Shalltear with the necklace and hand it to her.
"Oh! Thank you Lord Zamaina!" She says with a blush as she receives it with both hands. "If you ever need me to do anything, all you have to do is give the command."
And I smell her arousal.
What is with these chicks?
Granted it's only two who are really after me. That I'm aware of. But still!
After the meeting, Sebas, Aura and Demiurge were called back. And were give World items to equip while outside the tomb. Sebas, I gave Fallen Grace. A silver ring that prevents any skills or spells from activating within ten feet of the wearer. While Aura got the scrol Depiction of Nature and Society. And Demiurge the cup Holy Grail.
I'm pretty sure I just raw dogged canon sideways.
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-Several days later, E-Rantel-
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Walking through the streets, we gain more than a few stares. Momonga with his pallet swapped version of Touch Me's armor. And me with my old level forty gear.
My normal set of armor looks a bit like the Outlaw armor set from Shadow of War. Just replace the cape with Fenrir's Mantle, a fur cloak with a wolf head hood.
My current set up looks like someone did a really good cosplay of Fate's Robin Hood. With some additions.
Bearded axe on my hip, bow and quiver on my back, thirty six throwing knives hidden on my sides. Dagger on my other hip. Stiletto blades hidden in my boots. And a few tools here and there hidden away. In case I need to explain how I did something I reasonably shouldn't be able to do.
Oddly enough, in game the hood only shows up when I'm human. When I'm a werewolf it would just, disappear. Now. It just isn't there at all.
The guardians were adamant we at least bring along a meat shield should anything happen.
And yes, they used the term meat shield. Turns out they don't find that offensive in the slightest.
And it turns out our options were severely limited. With the majority of the more human looking NPC's being either too high leveled to trust holding back. Or having jobs we can't pull them away from. Like Aureole Omega and her monitoring if the portals and teleportation traps in Nazarick.
I suggested Yuri Alpha. But she's a Dullahan. And as such her head is easily detached. Any significant force and her cover is gone. Lupusregina Beta is in the same boat. She's a werewolf. But is so low leveled in being a werewolf that she has little to no control over her Lycanthropy. Those bumps on her hat are wolf ears. And while she can transform whenever. We've discovered that a full moon forces that transformation.
Not for me. Though it's a strong temptation.
But it's because of that, that she was left behind. It'd get awfully suspicious over time once people started noticing she's absent every full moon. And that she doesn't have human ears!
Oh, and I'm also wearing The Left Eye of Odin under my gear. It's a World Class item I got for solo'ing the bastard in a raid.
The devs can be pieces of shit. But they love stirring the pot. And after seeing me spend ten hours in active combat against the raid boss. Gave me a World Item that does not work with my build, tied it to me, and let everyone know.
I didn't even enter the raid on purpose! I activated it by accident when scouting a dungeon.
But, I will admit. The number of deaths in the following months as a result of people attempting to solo a raid was hilarious.
What the item does, is it increases the power of any spells used by fifty percent. At the cost of adding an extra twenty percent to the cooldown of said spells. And it exposes any and all misdirects. Like [False Data: Life] or [Perfect Unknowable].
I know less than two hundred spells. And a great deal of those are ones I got just for obtaining my classes.
I will say, while I would never, in my right mind attempt to do such a thing. I loved the bragging rights I got from it. I became one of only twelve players across every server to ever solo a raid boss.
Even if I only won by using every cash shop item and potion in my inventory. And was a hard counter to Odin's slow mage-tank build.
Beast King Mekongawa and Warrior Takemikazuchi kept going on about how it was both ironic and poetic. That I killed Odin while roleplaying being a child of Fenrir, when in actual myth it was Fenrir himself who killed Odin.
Good times.
Maybe that's where the NPC's get the whole, 'Embodiment of tenacity' thing from.
I need to stop reminiscing. It's making me depressed.
As we step into the guild hall. We gain a plethora of murmurs from the crowd.
Only for them to realize none of us have plates. Turning their whispers of awe, to mocking jokes.
Much to Naberal's annoyance.
"Calm down." I tell her.
"Sorry Lord Zama-"
"It's just Inazama." I say. "And we need to keep cool. Don't cause a scene and make us regret bringing you along."
"I woul-" She starts frantically.
"Volume." I say.
"I would never." She tries again.
[We should have brought Lupusregina or Mizore] I transmit to Momonga as he goes through the registry process.
[Too late now. Besides, we both know the issues with Lupusregina, and Mizore is too powerful. Even posing as a knight, her powers as a Yuki-Onna would call much into question.]
[What about the Runners?] I ask.
[Only two of them look close to human enough. And the two that do have machine seams that give them away.] He transmits back.
[Illusion bracelets?] I offer.
[Those only work for a few hours at a time.] He says.
[Makeup?] I try.
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[Fuck, that might've actually worked.] He curses.
"Here are your plates. Make sure to wear them at all times out in the field. If you lose them, you'll have to pay the registration fee to get new ones." The lady says.
"Hmm, is there no aptitude test to ascertain our abilities?" I ask as Momonga hands me mine.
"There used to be." The receptionist says. "However, it was determined that strength and theoretical knowledge mean little without experience. So it was done away with."
Reading between the lines.
"Too many adventures died because they were given plates comparable to their strength and took on higher jobs with zero experience, didn't they?" I ask.
"I'm, not at liberty to confirm nor deny that statement sir." She says with an awkward smile.
I simply nod.
And thusly, we leave with little fanfare.
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-Tired Boar Inn-
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We walk into the inn, With Momon leading us. Yeah, he stuck with Momon. The pronunciation is different enough that any coincidence is in spelling and the first syllable only. Which could be attributed to several things. It's like how the Leader of Russia and Ukraine back when Russia tried to retake Ukraine were Vladimir and Volodymyr.
I died before that conflict ended. But the history books paint Russia as a joke. Last I remember, they bombed one their own cities, and tried to say it was a casualty of crossfire in a Ukrainian assault.
Only to later admit they just accidentally bombed one of their own cities.
The history books mention something about trying to claim Alaska from the U.S. Yeah, turns out Canada has a horrifying history with war crimes that everyone just, forgets. And they did not want a border with Russia.
Anyway, as we walk up to the counter of the innkeeper cleaning mugs. Momonga asks for a room.
"Five copper each for rooms." He says impassively. "Food and drink not included."
"A single room will do." He says, causing the keeper to look up.
"Pft, listen rookie, you can't afford this place." He says.
"Hey man, we got coin. You taking it or not?" I ask.
"Fine, seven copper for the attitude." He says.
"Agreeable." Momonga says as he drops the coin on the counter. "Drinks and food won't be an issue."
"Hrmm." He grumbles as he inspects the coins. "First floor, third door."
"Thank you." Momonga says as he turns to the stairs.
As he walks, we both notice the foot outstretched by the drunk goons.
"Adorable." Momonga says as he walks right past it, knocking his foot to the side.
"Hey!" The drunkard says as he stands up. "Watch where you're going! How you expect me to work with a busted ankle eh?!"
"You're clearly fine, if the speed at which you stood up is any indication." Momonga says.
"Even still, how you gonna pay me back for the trouble money bags?" He says with a grin as the others chuckle. "Oh? Maybe a night with your girl would soothe my aches and pains."
'Strike one.' I think to myself. 'I'll let it slide.'
"Ha ha ha! Sorry, I found your proposition so absurd, that I couldn't help but laugh." Momonga says. "Unfortunately for you, don't believe could measure up, not even in your dreams."
He goes to walk past. When the drunkard grabs his wrist.
"Hey now! Don't ignore me!"
'Strike two.' I think with irritation. 'I'm doing something.'
"Hey now, no need to get up in arms." I say calmingly as I put a hand on his arm and lower it. "Head to the room Momon, I'll settle this."
"Are you sure?" He asks.
"Yeah, I got this." I say with a smile.
"Very well. Come Nabe." He says and heads back.
"Of course." She says, glaring at the man as she walks past.
"And what are you supposed to be? Hired guard for the rich boy?" He asks.
"Not even close." I say. "How about settling this over a drink? I'll buy you one."
"Eh? I suppose that's a start." He says with a grin, and head I back to the bar.
"How much for a mug of ale?" I ask.
"Three copper." He says as he pours a mug from a barrel tap. "You shouldn't let them walk all over you, sets a bad rep."
I place a gold coin on the counter. Much to his surprise.
Level sixty hunter stealth. I was purse snatching the whole way here. Not as good as a rogue. I bet Nishikienrai would be able to steal your underwear off you without you ever noticing.
"For the damages." I wink as I take the mug to the drunkard.
I get to the table where the guys look at me with drunken smirks.
"Here you go, one mug of ale. On you." I say.
"What?" She guy gains a sneer. "You expect me to pa-"
He doesn't finish as I slowly pour the mug out on him.
"There, on you. Like I said." I say with a smirk.
"You piece of shit!"
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Suzuki "Momonga" Satouru POV
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"Ever wanted to fly?!"
*Crash*
*Bang*
"He's one guy! Fuck'em up!"
"He just threw Markus like a sack of flour!"
*Snap*
"Aaah!"
*Crack*
"Hey! Knock it off!"
"Don't worry! I'm paying for the damages!"
"Yeah! But you're scaring off my customers!"
"And you smashed my potion! What the fuck man!"
"Well, it sounds like Zamaina is having fun." I say idly.
"It seems so Lord, Sir, Momon." Naberal agrees.
'Should've just gone with Lupusregina.' I think tiredly.
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Britta POV
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"Look, I really think you should be talking to these guys." The hunter says, gesturing to the unconscious mooks.
"Yeah, sure, in a week when they earn up the cash to visit the temple!" I say. "Besides, I saw that coin you dropped earlier, not to mention you're strapped to the teeth."
I gestured to him up and down.
"Okay?" He says. "Doesn't shift blame, just makes you seem money hungry."
"I'm hungry to get my shit replaced!" I explain. "I had to skip meals to buy that potion, and I've got an important mission coming up!"
"Okay? Sorry?" He offers.
Calming myself down. I get a second look at him. And realize he's, kinda hot.
"Hmm, tell ya what. Buy me a drink, and we can, sort this out?" I offer. "I just want my potion replaced. No need to get off on a bad foot."
Hey, you miss ten out of ten shots you don't take.
"I don't, oh god no!" He says as takes a step back. "No, no, sorry but no."
"Okay, ouch." I say, genuinely hurt. "Could've just, turned me down dude."
'I realize I'm not the hottest girl around.' I think to myself. 'And he can clearly do better. But still, a girl has feelings jackass.'
"Oh, no. It's not you per se. Just, you're, really not my type." He says awkwardly.
'What is that- oh.' I realize.
He got really upset when the one guy grabbed his friend. And what was it he said when asked about being his friend's bodyguard? Not even close.
"Look, just. Here, this should make up for it." He says and hands me a bottle with red liquid. "I'm, going to bed."
I watch as he leaves. Too embarrassed over hitting on a gay guy, again.
"Wait, why is this red?"
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James "Zamaina" Petrosky POV
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I step into our room with a sigh.
Urgh! That was so awkward. When she offered to talk it out over drinks, and I smelt her arousal. Everything in me said 'Oh hell to the naw!'
She's a good twenty levels too low for me to even consider it. It's like I just propositioned by a curious fourteen year old!
So many levels of no.
"Is everything well?" Momonga asks from the bed.
There are only two beds. And Naberal is kneeling on the floor. Fuck it. I'll take the empty bed.
"Yeah just, I need a nap." I say as I close the door behind me and
Why do I keep getting hit on? Was she just too drunk? I did smell a bit ale on her breath. Everyone in the tomb doesn't count. They'd literally stab each other if I asked. And they'd do it with a smile.
Fuck it.
"Wake me up in a bit." I say as I take off my ring of sustenance and fall asleep.
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A/N
Zamaina's human form looks like a black haired, blue eyed Chris Evans with a stubble.
He's just hot and doesn't realize it. Because to him his human form is a 6 out of ten at best.
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Ask about Zamaina's build!
His Gear!
Kaykaykaykayan asks, What is Zamaina's best weapon? And what is his favorite weapon?
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His favorite weapon is the [Claws of Decay] they're Gauntlet weapons.
Here's the stats I made!
Claws of Decay
[Divine Class Item]
Lv. 95 Required to equip
Base Agility of 80 to Equip
Base Resistance of 70 to equip, (Penalty for failing this requirement imposes a poison status effect on the wearer.)
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Fashioned from the fangs of Jormungandr The World Serpent. Ripped out of his corpse and made into weapons. Only the most determined and resolute of warriors can even hope to wield these fearsome gauntlets. So potent was The World Serpents venom, that even in death he continues to cripple those unfortunate enough to come across it.
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Damage is equal to 2 x (Speed + Physical Attack) as Slashing and Poison.
+40% to his Attack Speed
+20% to his Evasion
+20% to his Armor Bonuses (Not including Claws of Decay)
+20% to his Speed Buffs
+10% to his Physical Attack
+10% to his Special
+5% to his Resistance
(Unique Effect, Venom of The World Serpent)
Each successful attack comes with a:
10% Poison chance (Stacks)
9% Paralysis chance
8% Bleeding chance (Stacks)
7% Blindness chance
6% Fear chance
5% Crit chance
4% Chance to add 30% Piercing damage
3% Chance to ignore armor
2% Chance to ignore resistance
1% Chance to apply all previous effects at once
0.001% Instant Death chance
[Unique Ability]
The Spite of Loki
Once a day, you may target any one character you are in active combat with.
They forget every ability and spell for (10 x (Your Special)) – (Their Resistance) seconds.
Feel the madness Loki's children induce. Succumb to the void as the spirit of Jormungandr devours your mind.
[24hr cooldown]
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However, his most powerful weapon is Gungnir
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Gungnir
[World Class Item]
No Level Requirement
(-50% to agility when equipped)
The spear Odin used to conquer the nine realms so long ago. No longer as powerful as it once was, it still has the power of all of Asgard behind it. Though only Odin was capable of wielding it to its full potential.
Power is based on user's stats.
If Physical Attack is highest stat: Deals 5x Physical Attack. As 1/5 Piercing, 1/5 Slashing, 1/5 Holy, 1/5 Arcane, 1/5, Fire. Ignores Armor Bonuses that reduce damage.
Reduces attack speed by 20%
If Magical Attack is highest stat: Increases all Arcane, Holy, and Fire spells power by 50%. Turns all Area Of Effect Damage Spells into single target Spells with all the damage centered on the target.
Attacks cannot be blocked or dodged.
Reduces evasion by 40%
+30% Physical Defense (20% If Physical Defense is higher than Magical Defense)
+30% Magical Defense (20% If Magical Defense is higher)
+20% Resistance (If Physical Defense is higher)
+20% Special (If Magical Defense is higher)
+10% to all armor bonuses.
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So yeah, while Gungnir would be perfect for a battle mage. It actually hinders Zamaina despite being objectively more powerful.
Also, he doesn't have it. Like all the World Items the guild found, it was put in the guild inventory. A majority vote was still needed for someone to be allowed to use a World item.
The only exception to this is The Left Eye of Odin. Which was locked to his character and can only be taken by killing him and hoping he drops it.
Hence why he just put it in a display case.
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His Abilities!
Kaykaykaykayan asks, Can Zamaina turn others into werewolves?
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He can turn others into werewolves. However, due to his own power. They'd have to be capable of surviving a bite from him. Not, something a lot of people in the new world could do. Even if he held back.
It would add at least 15 levels of werewolf to them. With more being added depending on luck and the individual in question. You don't survive to become a grandchild of Fenrir and not have a hell of a boost for it.
Again, assuming they don't just die.
His ability to turn others into werewolves is actually hindered by his racial class choices. Each racial tree branches, and Zamaina went with Alpha wolf and Dire wolf as opposed to Alpha wolf and Pack Leader. Pack leader would have made it easier for him to turn others, grant him summons, and make it easier for him to buff his allies, but it would have locked Child of Fenrir. Dire Wolf adds to his Agility and Physical attack. While also granting him several resistances and immunities. Child of Fenrir comes with a series of stat buffs and class exclusive abilities.
Maxing out Pack Leader would have unlocked Hound of The Wild Hunt. Which would have granted him even more summons, stealth powers, and buffs to others as well as a few powers unique to the class.
I spent way too much time thinking about this.
ETC.!
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