Momonga's expression grew increasingly solemn. Though nothing could be read from that gleaming white skeletal face, deep inside, he was screaming nonstop!
As expected, cautious development is the proper way to begin in the New World! Three years to dominate, five years to unify—those things only exist in fantasy novels.
A sharp bone finger tapped against the tabletop, producing a series of "thump, thump, thump" sounds that revealed the turmoil in Momonga's heart.
Coming back to his senses,
Momonga asked doubtfully, "Why are those powerful people hiding in the inner world? Don't they have any ambitions at all?"
"They do."
The soul flames in Momonga's skull sockets flared brightly.
"Like the Six Gods, the Eight Desires Kings, and the leader of the Thirteen Heroes I mentioned before, they were all World Tree players. They brought game equipment from World Tree with them when they crossed into the New World to fight for supremacy."
"But... haven't you noticed something? The final fate of those transmigrators who emerged in the New World..."
"Did they die horrible deaths?" Momonga asked cautiously, as though he had just placed a vicious curse upon himself.
But he himself was an undead ruler of death. A phrase like "die a horrible death"... was harmless enough as a joke.
The girl seemed somewhat hesitant. Momonga held his breath and did not dare urge her on.
After waiting for a while, Momonga finally spoke first. "Did those top players like us, along with the New World's native powerhouses, come under the restraints of some mysterious force? Or perhaps some ancient legendary existence in the New World, or..."
Momonga made it sound so convincing that, if Kurumi had not practically turned the New World upside down already, she might have believed his nonsense.
This apparent method of "self-guiding" left Kurumi