The strange phenomenon unfolding before Momonga left him somewhat baffled. It was already the twenty-second century—how could a game operator still make such an error?
To be safe, Momonga directly opened the GM Customer Service Center through the game menu. As long as he could contact customer service, he should be able to learn something about this unknown situation.
Yet no matter how Momonga clicked the GM icon, he could not get in touch with the GM Customer Service Center. Even the usually calm Momonga could not help feeling a trace of panic.
Just as Momonga was deep in thought, forcing himself to remain calm, a pleasant female voice filled with concern came from beside him. "Lord Momonga, are you feeling unwell?"
No one knew just how intensely Momonga was screaming internally. The NPCs of the Great Tomb of Nazarick had actually spoken on their own?!
NPCs being able to speak was nothing strange. It was the twenty-second century, after all—such a thing was entirely possible in games. But an unsolicited greeting with such obvious emotion was decidedly abnormal!
"Albedo, I am fine. There is no need to worry."
"Yes, Lord Momonga. Please command me as you please."
As Albedo answered, a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.
"This is far too strange. She is nothing like a puppet acting according to her settings. She is more like a living, breathing person."
Momonga knew full well that even YGGDRASIL could not make NPCs this humanlike. To interact with an NPC, a player had to initiate the conversation. Even the idle lines occasionally spoken by NPCs would not carry such intense emotion.
An answer gradually formed in Momonga's mind. Every sign told him one thing: everything around him was real. None of it was virtual any longer.
He vaguely remembered Lord