The three of us, continue ventured deeper into the Treasury, footsteps echoing softly against the flawless polished floor.
Momonga cast a sidelong glance at me as we walked. "So… Henry, i don't want to sound rude." he asked, voice dry. "But you've got that look—like you're about to break something obscenely expensive just to see what color the explosion is."
"Guilty as charged." grinned, cracking my knuckles with deliberate satisfaction.
Momonga let out one of his low, signature chuckles—the kind that carried equal parts amusement and mild horror.
"You do realize that if anything explodes in the tresury room, ulbert is literally will skin both us alive, right? Even if I'm a bone, he will find a way to do it"
"Worth it," I shot back without hesitation.
Albedo trailing one perfect step behind us, spoke up in that velvet-smooth voice of hers. "Lord Henry, should you desire to conduct experiments, I would be more than delighted to procure live subjects. The surface world is positively brimming with… disposable materials."
I waved a hand dismissively. "Easy there, Albedo. We're just gonna do some light testing. No need to put it in the torture list just yet."
Momonga tilted his head slightly. "What exactly are you planning to mess around with?"
"First up—that prototype [World Disaster]-class staff Ulbert discarded." I paused for effect. "I've got a theory that the destruction radius might actually be larger now that physics actually means something, or maybe its still the same radius like In the game."
Momonga actually stopped walking for a second."You're seriously going to try firing one of Ulbert's prototypes?"
"Hey, if I accidentally nuke myself, at least the resurrection funds are literally ten steps away. And we can relax a little if the whole 'death and revival' process still runs the same as it did in YGGDRASIL."
"Of course you'd say that," he muttered, rubbing the bridge of his nonexistent nose. "Henry, you being in dangerous is basically a law of nature at this point."
"If you really wany to test it, atleast lest do it outside of Nazarick! That way if something unexpected happens, at least we can dodge."
I laughed outright. "Don't worry, I've got a few cards up my sleeve. Oh—and while we're here, I also want to see if that flying toaster can now summon a different type of bread, or just still one type of bread."
Albedo's wings gave the tiniest twitch. "A… flying toaster, my lord?"
"Yeah. It always shoots bread. Don't ask."
Momonga actually let out a short, genuine bark of laughter—the rare kind that slipped out before he could catch it. "I forgot about that thing. Ulbert kept trying to convince the GMs it was essential for roleplay."
"It wasn't," I said flatly. "But it was hilarious."
With a casual wave of my hand, the massive vault door ahead ground open with a deep, resonant magical groan.
The chamber beyond was absurdly vast—easily sixty times the size of the original room.
Rows of meticulously organized treasures stretched into the distance, every item were placed with surgical precision by Pandora's Actor's hands.
Momonga shook his head slowly. "I still can't believe you managed to collect all of this mostly on your own."
"Hey, I didn't always do it solo. You, Demiurge, and sometimes even Alastor tagged along for the raids."
Without further preamble, I strode forward and plucked the [World Disaster]-class staff from its ornate stand.
The weapon thrummed faintly in my grip, angry red runes pulsing along its blackened length.
Then I raised the staff, channeling just enough mana to wake it up.
Hmmm...
It fells like I might forgotten something...
...
Oh right, forgot give momonga and Albedo a heads up...
Oh well.
Then, with a thought, I invoked one of my custom skills [BLUE SCREEN MANIFESTATION].
A perfect cube of shimmering blue panels snapped into existence infront of me—then I tossed the weapon inside and let the field snap shut.
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Fiveteen seconds later—BOOM
A compact meteor, blazing red-hot, slammed against the inner surface of the blue panels. The impact produced a bone-deep boom that echoed through every hall of Nazarick.
Not the full apocalyptic meteor like the magic could unleash—this was only a prototype, after all—but even the scaled-down version roared like a thunder.
Yet not a single tremor reached the floor beneath our feet. No cracks spiderwebbed across the walls. No priceless artifacts rattled out their cases.
The [BLUE SCREEN MANIFESTATION] held perfectly—swallowing every shred of destructive force while allowing the sound and heat to escape, like a cruel joke.
I stared at the fading glow inside the cube, already making mental notes.
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The blue containment cube finally flickered and dissolved into motes of light, leaving behind only the faint smell of scorched ozone and the lingering heat haze.
The prototype staff floated serenely back to my hand, runes dimmed to a sullen glow.
Before any of us could speak, a rapid—furious footsteps thundered down the corridor.
"HEY!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING?!" Ulbert burst around the corner like a cannon shot wrapped in red scales—eyes were already scanning the vault like heat-seeking missiles, sweeping every shelf, stand, and floating orb in sight.
"I was literally one second away from finally getting the skin on this damned sheeps! One! Second! And now the whole nazarik sounds like someone had dropped a nuke in here! If even one gold coin is destroyed—ONE—I swear I will skin you alive, turn your hides into book covers, and title them 'How To Not Put a Nuke! Inside a Room'!"
He stormed straight past us without breaking stride, muttering curses under his breath as he began a frantic inspection.
He didn't even glance in our direction. There's no "are you hurt?", no "what happened?", just straight go inventory check.
Classic Ulbert.
Another set of footsteps—echoed from the same direction.
Pandora's Actor appeared, cape billowing dramatically even though he was sprinting.
He skidded to a halt, performed a lightning-fast sweep check of our bodies—confirming zero visible damage, and no missing limbs—then immediately snapped toward the vault interior.
"Pardon me, Supreme Beings, overseer. Duty calls."
He snapped into a perfect ninety-degree bow toward us and dashed past us to join Ulbert, already cataloguing potential losses at supercomputer speed.
"The potion is in their shelves, the gold coin is still the same amount! No micro-fractures detected! Temperature variance within acceptable parameters! Everything appears structurally intact! Glory to the Supreme Beings!" he called back, running gloved fingers along the edges of display cases.
Momonga pinched the bridge of his nonexistent nose so hard I was half-convinced he'd actually dent the bone.
A stunned silence followed, with another footsteps from the same direction .
Demiurge stepped into view, tail swaying. "My lords," he said, voice edged with genuine concern as his crimson eyes flicked between us, the staff in my hand, the fading heat distortion in the air, and Ulbert's rapidly receding back.
"I felt a big mana surge from four floors away. Is everyone unharmed? Shall I prepare a healing potions? Resurrection? Interrogation protocols for any hypothetical saboteurs?"
Behind him, a shadow manifested, leaning casually against the doorway with arms folded, staff radio in hand.
Alastor gave a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrated the air with radio effect. "Easy now, my dear. They're alright—Mostly. Though I gotta say… watching lord Ulbert loses his mind, while pops trying to nuke the Treasury into a mushroom cloud? That's straight-up entertainment!"
His sharp teeth flashed in a lazy grin. "Oh, what a beautifulperformance! Ten out of ten star, for the chaos."
I twirled the staff once and set it gently back on its stand. "See? I told you I had a few cards up my sleeve. No damage—Just the heat and sound that slip out."
Ulbert's voice echoed back from deeper in the vault. "I HEARD THAT! AND I STILL DON'T BELIEVE IT! PANDORA!! TRIPLE-CHECK THE SHELF FROM THE FIRST-EDITION GRIMOIRES!"
Pandora's Actor responded instantly with a crisp "Jawohl!" and vanished again around a corner.
Momonga pinched the bridge of his nonexistent nose again—this time with visible suffering. "Henry."
"Yes?"
"Next time you want to test apocalyptic weaponry. maybe send a heads up first? Or at least do it outside of nazarik!"
I grinned. "Where's the fun in that?"
Ulbert's distant roar floated back again. "WHO MOVED THE RADIOACTIVE SAMPLE ON THE LEFT?!"
Momonga closed his eyes. "I need a vacation."
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