"Lowly creatures like you have been granted the honor of witnessing the divine artifact bestowed upon me by the gods."
"Die beneath the gods' radiance, magic caster. This is the greatest glory of your life!"
Albedo, standing beside Momonga, nearly flew into a rage upon hearing those words, but Momonga stopped her in time.
Although several days of small-scale scouting had revealed that Carne Village's residents were all ordinary people and that there were no creatures worth fearing in the great forest...
This was merely the tip of the New World's iceberg.
As a veteran World Tree player, Momonga feared that he had arrived in a world where max-level players were as common as dogs and gods and demons roamed everywhere!
If that were the case... the Great Tomb of Nazarick would struggle to take even a single step in the New World.
Fortunately, the area where they had descended did not seem to have any formidable experts.
Momonga knew that, in World Tree's later days, many powerful pro players had moved on to other games, which had given him the illusion that he was very strong.
In truth, if he participated in a global competition, Momonga would not have much confidence.
If not for the boosts provided by all sorts of equipment and items...
Momonga was also one of the pro players. As a member of one of World Tree's top ten guilds, he was an untouchable existence in the eyes of many newbies.
Because of the pressure in real life, Momonga had never had much confidence in himself. Calling it self-deprecation would not have been an exaggeration.
Momonga had already decided that if the other side could summon a max-level monster, it would be best to have a talk with them.
Even if he could easily crush an