The throne room is a grand structure created for fun. The players of our guild argued for a long time during the placement of various decorative objects in this luxurious, and at the same time wide, high-ceilinged hall.
The argument was motivated by our roleplaying as evil guys who have no right to be sad if one of the heroes comes to punish the Evil of the entire World. Instead, we should proudly welcome all the brave men who managed to overcome the defense of Nazarick in a luxurious and sinister place. And then give them a final fight to the death - this is what all the roleplayers of our guild thought, which is why they tried to give the place of the final battle more pathos and grandeur.
The closest of all the heroes attacking us to the throne room was the Alliance of Eight Guilds. However, they were unable to overcome my second section of the laboratory on the sixth floor.
It's a shame.
Then I wanted to test the third section as well, but it didn't work out because of the players' weakness. Just reaching level 100 wasn't enough, there were many players who had reached that level among the 1,500-strong army. It was another matter to reach the level of mastery of the strongest players from the top guilds, so that even with difficulty, we could completely destroy Nazarick.
Besides the Alliance of Eight, they also wanted to create a Union of Three Elite Guilds against us.
At that time, I had many conflicts with the top members of the elite player associations in Yggdrasil. I was hated, despised, and several times they were ready to challenge the entire guild because of my actions. However, everyone considered it "beneath their dignity" to take revenge on a top guild because of a ganker. Even though I was evil, I only fought against the tops on the battlefields - a kind of fantasy-scale meat grinder. If I attacked in PvE zones, then a declaration of vendetta would not have taken long to come. And this despite the fact that our guild was still shining due to the high activity of all forty-two players.
And so it turned out that the top guilds did not attack Ainz Ooal Gown, and the weak ones were unable to break through the entire defense of Nazarick to evaluate the second function of the throne room. And now a third function has appeared - according to its purpose, which is surprising.
Together with Kurumi, we arrived at the throne room just in time.
Almost all the floor guards gathered in this place, symbolizing all the greatness of our guild. It is extremely annoying that no one else from my acquaintances showed up before the servers closed, but there is no point in dreaming about former friendships.
There are problems of the present - we will deal with them.
The smallest of them connects all the creatures gathered here. Hearing the loud clatter of my footsteps on the obsidian tiles, the floor guardians knelt before the empty throne, not turning their heads in the direction of the sound. To my surprise, the NPC I created followed this procedure, deciding to move forward faster than me to kneel with the others.
I guess this attitude is due to the work environment. Different subordinates behave differently with their superiors, but in the office everything comes down to a single standard. It's something like that here, and it warms my heart.
I fully expected to see some exploded floor guardian who had decided to take the guild staff in my absence, but no. The guild symbol continued to hover next to the throne, in the place where I had left it earlier.
I walked past the kneeling creatures and reached the throne, but did not sit down. Instead, I slowly turned to face the living creatures.
"At your command, all the floor guards have gathered," the succubus, trying in vain to hide the excited glow in her eyes, told the obvious fact of my order being carried out. At the same time, she quickly glanced at Kurumi with displeasure, expressing a certain degree of suspicion and envy.
If Albedo was worried about the blanket of attention being pulled too tightly, then Shalltear was interested in something else about my ward - her dress. Two Gothic Lolitas met, starting a competition related to a childish dispute - who has better, who has more expensive.
- Based on your order, the scouts managed to find out that no hostile creatures were found in the directions you indicated, - the Archdevil with his signature smile adjusted his glasses and continued. - However, your wisdom is an unrivaled fact, it discovered the fact of the transfer of the crypt with all its inhabitants to another place. I am ashamed that I failed to detect such magic, - in an apologetic gesture, continuing to stand on one knee, the Demiurge lowered his head even lower.
Clear…
What?
Were we not stuck in the game, but teleported to another place?
Revived non-player characters, improved graphics, new sensations and a change in worldview. At the same time, there are no associations of other players near us. If you think about it, there are two options:
In the first case, only Nazarick and its inhabitants were transferred to another place or world. No, there is no point in moving the crypt to another place. If the game world was digitized, the crypt should remain in its original place.
I will take as the main version another world before new facts appear.
In the second case, there was also a transfer to another world, but all the inhabitants of Yggdrasil at once. The place is larger in scale than the game map. For example, if the scale of the world is equal to the Earth one to one, then the person responsible for the transfer is obliged to distribute the players to distant points from each other so that they do not kill each other prematurely.
There is a lack of information, but my nature wants to find it at any cost.
"I am Bondrewd. Researcher of Yggdrasil. Lord of Dawn or Lord of Dawn as some call me," I decided to introduce myself in a good-natured manner first, not as to inferior beings, but rather as to family, using my character's nickname, his profession and title from the original source.
Consider this the first family meeting.
We are not connected by blood, but it does not matter much. Many believe that only common blood can unite family ties, but not me. Common goal, common pain, common dependence on each other. Blood only helps to create a common denominator, but you can do without it.
"Welcome," I continued, spreading my arms majestically to the side. "So, I have bad news for you," it's hard for me to distinguish my actions from instinctive ones, perhaps I'll try to trust my intuition. "As hard as it is for me to say this, but you should know," I didn't stand like a statue, but lazily gesticulated with my hands every now and then and slowly walked from side to side in front of the throne, as if there were not servants gathered nearby, but spectators eager for the performance to begin. "It's extremely unfortunate, but among the forty-one like-minded people, your fathers and the pillars of this guild, there were no more creatures who wished to stay with us," the last words were pronounced with heavy notes in my voice, forcing even the most hardened skeptics to believe in my sympathy for the situation.
A risky statement, actually, based on a couple of facts:
No one will tear a person out of the real world, transfer them first to a game, and then to a new world. In any case, they will definitely do something like that on a mass scale.
Transferred: exclusively Nazarick, which can be believed with excessive self-confidence and my experience of hitting, or all together with other Yggdrasil players.
Option number two is the most disgusting and undesirable. Fighting alone, even with revived NPCs against all game guilds - sounds difficult to accomplish. I am almost certain that my comrades did not transfer.
Thirty-seven guild members left our association, and the rest did not log into the game. I have relatively friendly relations with all of them, since I am a strong extrovert. I try to make useful and not so useful acquaintances with everyone. More precisely, with all my surroundings, be it a game or reality. None of the previous guild members were online at the time of the servers shutdown, therefore, we can say goodbye to them.
"Before… it must be… no… higher beings never make mistakes," Mare muttered hesitantly under his breath.
He has the appearance of an elven child. And if my memory serves me right, his creator in the form of pink mincemeat had a perverted outlook on life, so it is not surprising that the boy looks like a trap, wearing women's clothes.
- Sir, please forgive my brother, but I think we all want to know... Is there a chance that other higher beings did not leave us... at least of their own free will, - his sister Aura has a more lively character. I would not say that the young elf is a tomboy, but she is certainly not a good girl either.
How did Touch Me describe Aura then?
"Ha-Ha, I wouldn't envy that ogre who decided to lay his vile hands on her, he'll be left without any teeth," he said in his usual noble warrior manner.
"I wouldn't envy the ogre who would decide to 'attack' Mare," I joked in my usual manner.
- How dare you doubt the Lord of Dawn? - my fan decided to become my protector from uncomfortable questions. It was so vicious to put pressure on an elven child, however, Aura didn't give a damn about such views.
Shalltear was acting strangely at this time, her perverted face strangely looking at my tail, after which she licked her lips suspiciously and became embarrassed…
How often do people think about what kind of mess is going on in other people's heads?
Kurumi looked at the angry Albedo with suspicion.
Demiurge hid his emotions under a standard smile, and Cocytus' emotions were impossible to read due to his race, as was the detached attitude of the butler Sebas, who was kneeling at a distance.
I wouldn't be surprised if three men think that "women's squabbles don't concern us."
Victim was shaking a little from the tension in the air, and considering that this floating lump of flesh was an analogy to a nuclear bomb, it was dangerous for him to be nervous.
The situation with the nervous Mare was better, he was simply sweating profusely, and was clutching his staff tightly in his thin hands, and was also quickly throwing his head around in search of an emergency exit.
"Stop arguing," I said calmingly to everyone, which caused the creatures to quickly regain their composure and stop looking around.
The master of settings Tabula helped to complement the NPCs with attitudes towards all forty-two members of the guild. Considering that he is a big fan of creating characters that contradict each other in appearance and character, his additions were distinguished by a twist. So, about me, most of the floor guards have an ambiguous impression.
How it was there...
"I suggest we add to them about you: still waters run deep," Tabula suggested.
"That sounds wonderful, just wonderful," I agreed enthusiastically.
"We beg your pardon, my lord," several guards apologized at once.
"I think we are simply shocked by the news… Even though my existence was tied to my own destruction, but even so…" Victim hesitated, trying to outline his position, in mockery of the general opinion.
"You are right, nothing can be certain in this life. Thirty-seven dear allies left Nazarick of their own free will, four others due to circumstances beyond their control that had the highest priority. That is as far as the facts go, but in our hearts, there still lives a theoretical hope, ready to meet the dawn and dusk of our desires—how difficult it is for the brain to process spoken words, as if it had been shaken inside out so much that speech would sound natural, like 'hello' or 'goodbye'."
"So, we all need a new leader," Demiurge's eyes narrowed for a moment, expressing awareness of the situation and our position. "I swear allegiance to the new leader of the higher beings," the amazing guy got the idea before everyone else and decided to stand out with his initiative.
Wonderful.
Wonderful.
Wonderful.
His built-in intelligence is truly amazing.
I remember our argument with its creator about this, it's good that I lost it. The point about "genius intellect" is really useful to the Archdevil. Only I thought differently, like the intellect should be crazy, not genius. A good and pure, undefiled mind often makes you think about the humanity of certain actions. My opinion is simple - there is research, and the ethics of the methods of conducting experiments can be safely discarded.
- Hee-hee, I have always been loyal to my father, - having a sense of superiority over others, my creation was one of the first to confirm the primacy of its creator. Not that I am a power-hungry creature, but I have no desire to entrust my fate into the hands of others. Until I understand the current situation - especially not.
"My goal is to be destroyed, and I will be glad if I die for you," Victim said, closing his eyes.
- Ah... I apologize for being late, as your most loyal admirer, I undertake to fulfill any of your wills - for the first time, they swear an oath of allegiance to me with dark wings trembling in impatience.
"As the butler of Nazarick, I pledge to serve you and this place under your command until the very end," Sebas calmly joined the others. Despite the fair and honest nature of Touch Me, Sebas's creator, and my role as a mad scientist, we were good friends. Almost all of our battles ended in a draw, since he could not reach me, and at the time, I lacked the necessary artifacts to ignore his armor.
It was a fun time.
"Master, you only have to ask," Shalltear's palm slowly moved towards her fake breasts… "And I will fulfill any… absolutely any order you give me," she said with heavy breathing, causing Albedo's jaw to clench and Kurumi's smile to become a bit yandere-like.
"Unlike the fake boobs, I am willing to accept your orders without any unpleasant surprises." A striking jab from Aura. Considering that one cannot act willfully during the oath of allegiance, this situation is truly funny. Shalltear grits her teeth and cannot answer, while Aura feels satisfied. Since their creators were brother and sister with a complicated family relationship, it is even funny.
- Yes, yes, I entrust my fate to the new master, - if possible, I would like Mare not to be embarrassed in my presence. This is somewhat unpleasant, since I am an ardent supporter of a normal confession, which clearly distinguishes between the sexes of people and their interbreeding.
Crossbreeding…
Life is pain, you have to get used to it.
"Shhh," Cocytus' mouth released a cold mist, a standard reaction from his race of Parasite Gods. "My creator spoke of you as an incredible fighter. It would be an honor to serve under your banner." The flattery was unnecessary, considering the personality of his creator.
Takemikazuta was considered one of the strongest players in Ainz Ooal Gown, and aside from his excessive foolishness, he was quite the fighter. It was just a shame that every friendly duel with a ganger ended with his self-confidence shattered.
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